HOLY SHIT FAB AND GUY! I AM SQUEEEEEING. Where is Liz? I don't know if she comes in the fanfic thread but someone should alert her of this because she will just die. :wacky:

 

Like I did!!! :dead:

I squeeed so much when I read it!! :drunk:

Its amazing!!!

:shifty:

 

FINISH THE STORY!!

 

:angel:

^FINISH THE STORY!

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:pleased: I loved it and I would like to see the other three's reactions if they ever find out...

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Awww, great ending!!!

:dead:

:drunk:

GREAT FANFIC!!

Best ever! :kiss:

 

 

OMG I´m enjoying men-men love..... :uhoh:

 

awww, jknc i LOVE your stories!! :wacky:!!

 

keep up the great work!! :D

 

 

 

 

so, i thought of a plot that i'm really liking.

 

but i can't decide on a few things.

 

a) make it a chrissy/jonny fanfic.

 

b) make it a chrissy fanfic.

 

c) make it a jonny fanfic.

 

pick a letter. :P

I am glad that you enjoyed it.

 

Men/Men love is great.

Come on over to the dark side.

It's lovely over here.

:curtain:!

 

 

EDIT: i really wanna write a chrissy/jonny fanfic, so, chrissy/jonny it is.

 

i'll start chapter 1. :D

(a) Chris and Jonny!!!

(a) Chris and Jonny!!!

(a) Chris and Jonny!!!

:laugh4:!!!!

 

men/men love makes a story even more wonderful. :wacky:!!

:wacky:

Hooray for Chapter 1!!!!!!!!:D

it's not very long, but here's chapter 1. :D

 

"Aww, Chris, look at this little bloke!" Jonny squealed, holding up the tenth or twentieth puppy in ten seconds.

I just smiled. There was nothing I wanted to say, because I didn't want to ruin the moment. It was a beautiful day, and we were hanging around in an english market before our concert that night and we'd wandered upon an old Italian man selling crab fish, fruit, peppers, oh, and puppies.

The sun was dancing around the bright blue sky, avoiding the small amount of clouds in the area. "Chris, Chris, Chris!" Jonny yelled again, getting my attention. "Look! He's licking my hand! Licking. My. Hand!" Jon's face was beaming.

"Isn't that my job?" I said, grinning.

Jonny blushed, smacking my arm playfully. "Oh, so many to choose from. Which one do you like?"

My eyes wandered down to the dirty cardboard box. They all looked the same to me. Chewing on each other's ears, licking their privates. It was probably because I was so relaxed, I just didn't care what we did. Jonny could've said "Let's jump of a roo-"

"Chris!" Jonny said again. "I really don't know which one to get. Now, help me!"

The old Italian man wandered over in our direction. "How 'bout that bloke?" I asked. "He seems nice and calm."

I pointed out a small, white puppy sleeping in the back corner of the box. "Oh, him?" the man said with a heavy accent. "You don't want that puppy. He has a heart problem. Doctor say he will die in matter of months."

Jonny looked up at me, those emerald eyes filled with sympathy. "We'll take him." he said quietly, picking the puppy up off the ground.

I've been on this Earth for twenty years, and I've needed a heart transplant for six.

 

My fingers made their way across Jonny's chest, meeting his for a thumb wrestle around his ribs. I laid my head on his stomach, locking his fingers with mine. We made our way to a park in the center of London, set our sweatshirts on the ground and relaxed.

That damn little puppy was running around us in circles. I couldn't stop thinking about how just that little of a statement affected Jon's entire day. He was really worried about me. I was too.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, kissing the top of my head.

I closed my eyes. "Nothing." I lied. "Nothing."

Jon laughed, and it sounded slightly forced. "Liar."

God, the man knew me a little too well. We've been friends for two years, and dating for one. "I was just thinking about how much that dog affected you. He reminded you of me so much, since we both have bad hearts."

Jon frowned. The subject always got him upset. But when he did talk about it, he would tell me that I need to soldier on. That he can't live without me. I'd always reassure him with the fact that I was still there, I was still living.

"Hey," he said, pushing my head off his stomach. "you're going to get a heart."

I kissed him softly on the lips. "Yeah?"

"Absolutely." He softly put a hand on my cheek, smiling brightly into my eyes. "Even if I have to give you mine."

"Well," I scuffed. "I would never let that happen."

"You would if you were unconscious."

God, he loved me so much. And as much as I loved him back, it scared me. It scared me that he would say so seriously that he would give me his own heart. I have to look it up on line if someone can do that.

"You're amazing." I said randomly, just trying to make him smile.

He flashed me that amazing grin, and leaned over to give me a kiss. God, I loved the way his lips felt on mine. It was real, and it was happening.

After an hour or two of talking, laughing, and playing catch with that puppy, I heard someone call our names over my shoulder. We turned around to see Will and Guy walking towards us. Guy as usual had a camera strapped around his neck. Will, for some reason, had a towel on his head.

"Hey guys!" I said brightly, slowly inching away from Jon. "What's up?"

I could feel Jon glaring at me. "Oh, nothing." Guy said. "What's up with you guys."

"Nothing." I said a little too quickly. "Jon got a puppy."

While the two of them played with the dog I glanced over at Jon. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were squinted. I decided to brush Guy and Will off more quickly than usual. When they were gone, Jon got up and started to collect his things. "Where are you going?" I frowned.

"Home." he scuffed, picking the puppy up with one sweep. "I'm really sick of hiding, Chris. I love you but..." he bit his lip. "I'm so sick of hiding."

Suddenly, my temperature dropped almost thirty degrees. This happens a lot. I start shaking uncontrollably until Jon gives me my medicine. "Jon," my voice shook. "wait."

He turned around and his jaw dropped. "Oh, okay. Um, hold on a minute." he dug through his bag as quickly as possible as my legs started to go numb. God, he really did love me.

Finally, Jon found the pill and gently pushed it in my mouth. I swallowed, and was immediately relieved. "I'm sorry." I said, trying to stand up. "Let's tell them. Tonight."

Jon smiled, wiping a curl out of my face. "Really?"

I nodded, terrified at what was to come.

Oh my......................

That was unbelievable.....

I don't even know how to tell you how good it was.

I'm giving up writing since anything I could ever do would pale in comparison.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!

aww, jeez, you're WAY too nice!! :blush:!!!

 

 

now i feel the pressure for chapter 2. :uhoh::laugh4:.

Such a beautiful story!

 

I can't wait for the next part :)

:nice:!! thank you!

 

 

EDIT: if any of you have ever heard the song "videotape" by radiohead, it's slightly based off that. :D

 

 

it's probably one of my favorite songs ever by a band that isn't coldplay. :wacky:!!

Chris, Jonny and puppies!!! :cheesy:

CHAPTER 2

 

 

I hated this. After all I've been through, they still made me wait. I've needed a heart transplant since I was fourteen. Not many people make it past a year without a new heart, so when I tell the doctors how long it's been, they look at me like I'm crazy.

Then they don't think I'm in that much need of a heart, since I've gotten lucky and haven't died yet.

I go in once a month, they check if there's a heart available and it's always "Nope. Well, see you next month...maybe."

Plus, I hated when people treated me like I was sick. I'm not sick. I'm in perfect health. It's just my heart that's having the problems.

Did I tell you I run a mile every day? Because I do. Yoga, too. That was requested by my doctor... and my mom.

My mother was another story. She calls me about twenty times a day now, and when I don't pick up she thinks the worst. God, it's crazy how the only person I let worry was Jon. Probably because I was worried about him, too. I don't know what he would do if...

"Mr. Martin?" a heavyset woman in hot pink scrubs said.

 

I sat on that crinkly white paper and waited silently for the doctor. James Nelson was his name, and he'd been my doctor since I was diagnosed with heart disease. The man didn't change. He had mocha colored skin, bright blue eyes and silky black hair. He never gained or lost any weight, grew a beard, or changed his goddamn shoes. I'm serious. He's had the same trainers for six years.

"Chris." James said brightly as he walked into the room. "How have you been?"

"I've been better." I mumbled, thinking about what I had to do when I got out of this place.

He nodded, looking at my chart. "Temperature drops increasing?"

"About two a day now." I frowned. "Listen man, can you just tell me that there are no matches so I can go home? I have something to do."

James was a little taken back by my tiny outburst, but understood. His bright blue eyes scanned the sheet, he blinked, and looked up at me. "Chris, I believe we have a match."

 

 

I was so excited to get home and tell Jon that instead of driving through London traffic, I ditched my car and sprinted home. It was getting easier to walk through the door and see Jon staring at you like you were about to drop dead. He couldn't help it. But when I fell to my knees, panting, and told him that I was going to get a new heart.... the last time I'd seen him that happy was when I asked him to move in with me... the best decision of my life. Of course, he still had the old apartment as a cover up. I told him to get rid of that, too.

 

We walked the block to Guy's house hand in hand. I could feel my hands clamming and my face getting even more pale than it already was. First, we were going to hit them with the good news, that I now had a sixty percent chance of survival instead of a thirty percent chance. That, I thought, would be enough that they wouldn't care about anything we told them afterwards. Little did I know.

 

dun. dun. dun. :D

I've been writing a new story in the midst of writing Mama.

 

Okay, it's dark.

 

But I can't stop writing it!

 

I feel ashamed just telling you all what it's about. :uhoh2: Aggggh. I would like to start off by saying "Guy Berryman, I'm sorry." It's...it's....it's...about...rape :uhoh2:

 

*hides before the Berrygirls attack*

ooh, sounds interesting kyra!! POST! :whip:!!

 

-shields kyra from berrygirl rampage- :kiss:!

Okay, at least one person's interested. Now I have to post it. :D