i couldn't stay away.

 

i'm writing chapter 3.

 

:cheesy:

Where is this Guy & Fabrizio story im hearing about :wideeyed: ????

 

AGGHHH omg liz go read it. It's amazing.

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:

 

Don't feel left out. All you have to know is that Fab is amazing and adorable and super talented and sexy.

 

Some pictures.

 

 

 

 

If you feel like you want to get to know the Strokes, go watch their documentary "In Transit"

 

especially this part at 6:53

 

YouTube - The strokes In transit movie (HD) part 3

 

"Going to the doctor yo." AGHHHH I LOVE FAB

 

 

 

 

seriously :dozey:

 

Why was I not alerted that we were honoring Fab in here?! :angry:

 

 

 

 

edit: GOING TO READ NOW! :escaping:

ch2 http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3209787&postcount=4859

ch3:http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3210075&postcount=4872

yma's not pervy anymore! :dance:

 

well...you know :P

4:http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3210527&postcount=4884

5- http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3212988&postcount=4920

6- http://coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=3213402&postcount=4922

yma's not pervy anymore! :dance:

 

well...you know :P

 

:lol:in my mood:P

A little something for the Guy lovers.

It features Guy and Fab from The Strokes.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Just Good Friends

 

 

"Hey. Wake up dude."

Guy was vaguely aware that someone was shaking his shoulder.

He groaned and tried to open one eye. It seemed to be glued shut.

He tried to lift one arm but it seemed to weigh about four thousand pounds.

"What time is it?"He asked, to no one in particular.

"Time you got your drunk ass off my couch," said a voice. Guy was puzzled for a second.

The voice didn't belong to one of the usual three whose couch he might have spent the night on. Where exactly was he?

The clouds slowly began to clear from his head and he sat up to have a look around. His eyes came into focus on a dark-haired figure sitting across from him.

"Ah," he said, "Fab. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I freaking live here," he said, "You are in my space."

Guy rubbed his eyes and then he remembered the night before.

"How much did we drink?" He asked.

"Alot," Fab answered, and then burst out laughing, "Don't you remember that you were taking photos and putting them on Twitter?"

Guy didn't remember. "Shit," he said, "It wasn't anything inappropriate was it?"

"No," he told him, "We stopped you before you did that stuff."

Guy swung his legs over the side of the couch and started to stand up. He stood up and felt dizzy. He stumbled.

Fab caught him before he hit his head on the coffee table.

"Whoa," he said, "That would have left a nasty bruise for the show tonight."

"Thanks," Guy said, looking up into a pair of soft brown eyes.

"Chris would kick my ass if I showed up like that."

"He will probably kick my ass for letting you get so damn drunk," Fab said. His arms were still around Guy.

"I'm....I'm okay now," Guy said, "I think I can stand on my own."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Guy answered, as he wriggled out of Fab's embrace.

"I better call the others," he said, looking around for his cell phone, "They will be pissed as hell if they don't know where I am."

"Where are you headed to tonight?" Fab asked. Guy was pressing numbers on the phone.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "These East Coast places always confuse me.....Hartford or Boston or somewhere like that."

"And you'll be back tomorrow, right?"

"We'll be back tonight after the show," Guy said, putting the phone to his ear.

"Yeah....maybe we can hit a club or something when you get back, huh?

"Sure," Guy said, hanging up. "No answer. I better go." He sat down on the couch to put on his shoes.

"Hey," he said, as an idea came to him, "Why don't you go with us to the show? It's only for a few hours and you get to ride on our cool new jet. Then when we get back we can hit the clubs and check out some American girls.""Seriously?" Fab asked, "That would be awesome."

"Great," Guy slapped him on the knee and said, "Get dressed then. And let's go.But wear something cool so the chicks will be impressed."

Fab got out of his chair and headed toward the bedroom, "Yeah," he said, "Yeah.....it's the girls that I want to impress."

 

 

 

heeehhe! Guy was up at Albert Hammond Jr. that one night he tweeted that super blurry pic!:laugh3: No doubt ze other Strokes stopped by that night too:sneaky:

 

:laugh3: wtf?!

 

them 2 checking out the American girls......hell yeah!:smug:

 

 

 

alright where is the rest of this story? :wideeyed:

short chapter, but i like it. :tongue:.

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

This was bad. This was really really bad. No. What's a worse word than bad? Tragic. This was tragic.

Guy hadn't said a word since Jonny blurted it out, and Will had been choking on his cracker for the past few minutes. I didn't know whether to help him or let him choke to death. It was probably what he wanted.

We sat there in silence as the T.V. mumbled something about a roadside bomb killing twenty in Iraq. I was so envious of them at that moment. “So,” Guy's voice cracked. “you two are...” his voice faded.

Jonny and I nodded simultaneously. I never thought I'd be in this situation. Well, I guess nobody ever thinks they will be in this situation. People don't wake up and say. “Hm. I think I'm gonna be gay today.”

Will took a sip of water, wiped his now tearing eyes and coughed some more. This moment would not end! I felt like pushing Jonny out the window then escaping through the shattered glass.

Guy and Will looked at each other for what must've been the hundredth time, then back at us. I felt like I was on display.

“Well, if it makes you happy.” Will said awkwardly.

Jonny looked at me, grinned, and back at Will. “You're not going to kick us out of the band?”

Guy's eyes bulged. “W-what? No! Guys, you know us! We're not...what are they called?”

“Homophobics.” Will said while picking up another cracker, despite his near death experience.

I could tell Guy was having trouble processing the big word.

God, I still felt like I was on display.

“Yeah! We're not that.” Guy twitched his hand as if the word “homophobic” was trying to come over and bite him in the neck. “Guys, we're just.... in a little bit of shock.”

That was understandable.

“Well, we're just glad you guys aren't going to hate us or something. We didn't know how to tell you.” Jonny smiled at me. My forehead was soaked.

“This is just too awkward.” I said, grabbing an ice cold beer. “Can we please just let things go back to normal?”

The three of them nodded. “So,” Guy said. “tell us about your new heart! Do you know what it looks like?”

:stunned: YAY! LOVED IT CHRISTINA! :dance:

thanks! :nice:!

aww poor Chris!!!and Will too:lol: ch4 please:D

i'll try! this one has to be a bit longer. i keep writing short chapters. :P

:cheesy: christina, i wuv your story!!!

jonnychrislove! is the best. :heart:

 

THE YOUNG...AND THE SMILEY

*Percy's story-with visuals!*

 

 

 

Percy was a very nice smiley.

 

:)

 

But one day, Percy came to school with a new haircut.

 

:elvis:

 

Everyone laughed at him.

 

:laugh3::gossip::laugh3:

 

Percy was sad.

 

:bigcry:

 

Thats when he heard of a band called Coldplay.

 

:jonny::chris::will::guy:

 

Their music made him feel better, so he went to their concert.

 

:guitarist::singer::drummer::guitarist:

 

At the concert, Percy met Stacy.

 

:bow:

 

They fell in love.

 

:love:

 

And ever since, Percy has been the happiest smiley in Snorky City.

 

:laugh1:

 

 

 

THE END

 

 

:lol:

 

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*

 

:shocked3:

 

 

 

Don't you guys welcome all stories????????

Sad---funny----weird----odd---wacky---

 

Chapter 2 is great. I can't wait to see what the others say when they tell them.

 

yes, we do. but we're also all paranoid and self-deprecating.

like chris! :wacky:

^^i know i am. :uhoh::smug::bigcry:

omg guys im bk from my holiday ive missed

u soo much just been catching up on the fanfics

and loove the men on men fics :P xxx

cant wait for morre :D xxxxx

i'll try! this one has to be a bit longer. i keep writing short chapters. :P

 

but dont strain yourself;)

EMMA!!!!!!!!

EMMA! WE MISSED YOU! :hug:

 

and i still wanna hear kyra's story :whip:

:whip:me too

:whip:

omg guys im bk from my holiday ive missed

u soo much just been catching up on the fanfics

and loove the men on men fics :P xxx

cant wait for morre :D xxxxx

 

EMMA!

 

so good to hear from you!!!

 

glad you're back! :heart::hug:!!

CHAPTER 4

"Are you scared?" Jonny asked.

"You're probably more scared than I am. Nah, I'm not that scared." I was terrified.

He put a hand on my bare chest. I could feel his fingers shaking against my cold skin. Our stupid heater had broken...again. We were silent for a few more seconds. The procedure is tomorrow. So, I could either start a new, strong, healthy heart life tomorrow...or die on the operating table. It's a scary thought. You people who have never been in this situation think you know what it's like.. you don't. Imagine the pressure. Imagine the paranoia. Imagine all the family, friends and loved ones who's lives would collapse as you so much as fail to keep your heart beating on that table. That's a lot of pressure. I didn't really care about myself at the moment. My mom had been giving me these talks about accepting death and moving on to another journey in life. I'd already accomplished so much. I had a great band made up of my best friends. I had a boyfriend that loved every inch of me. Well, that was about it.

But that was all I needed.

I curled up next to Jon, my skin on his trying to get some warmth. He smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Then, then was the only time in my life that I felt safe. If I was going to die, I wanted it to be right there. The room was so silent that I could actually hear my heart beating. This was something that barely happened, since it was so weak. "Keep beating." I whispered. "Please keep beating. Just one more day."

I remember the day I was diagnosed with heart disease. I was in my parents' old house in the country... they'd just told me they were getting divorced. For some reason, I got so angry at the both of them that I ran out of the house as fast as I could and down the dirt road. The sun was beating down on me, and I could hear them yelling my name as I my dad got on that stupid motorbike to come get me.

I collapsed, they took me to the hospital, found out that my heart was abnormally slow, and I needed a transplant. That was six fucking years ago.

When Jon fell asleep under me, I climbed out of bed and put my boxers on.

I wanted to write him a letter. Something to tell him how much I cared, how much I appreciated him waiting three years for me to get the courage to tell my best friend that I was in love with another man.

Also, I wanted to thank him for taking care of me so well. He took the reigns when I met him, and he led me to safety. He's the one who led me to a new heart, not all those stupid doctors. Does that sound corny? Yeah, it's corny. But it's true.

I was sitting at my beat up, old desk almost all night writing him a three paged paper. Lots of things were crossed out, lots of things were edited but I wanted him to move on. That's what I told him. He should move on with his life, and not dwell on what happened to me. He needs to find someone else to care for him and take care of him, if I couldn't be there to do it myself.

He needed it desperately.

I hid the letter in the very bottom of his sock drawer, that he cleaned only once a month. That would be plenty of enough time to take it out if I needed to.

And at six-thirty the next morning, Jon and I left for the hospital.

 

 

 

i don't know whether to have chris live or not. :thinking:.

 

 

hm.

 

 

ooh! i know!

Liz asked me if Guy was the one raping or being raped. Well that, my girl, is the million dollar question. You'll find out...right...NOW! :dance: Then again, it may not be completely clear yet. :inquisitive:

 

Edit: New chapter of Mama will come once I write it. :uhoh2:

 

Side Effects

 

 

 

The first thing I was aware of upon waking was how dry my throat was. Groaning, I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids wouldn’t seem to cooperate. I tried to sit up instead, but that was even more of a failure than trying to see. Besides, it hurt. I didn’t want to do anything that caused me pain. Surely that was fair enough. But still, I kept trying to open my eyes.

 

When I finally did, the light flowing through the windows nearly blinded me. I yelped in pain and covered my face, wincing as the sudden movement caused a sharp pain in my wrists. Where was all this discomfort coming from? I shivered slightly in the chill of the room and tried to look around.

 

Everything was bathed in golden sunlight, and at first glance everything seemed perfectly in place. But on second glance, I noticed something odd. My clothes were strewn across the floor; my boxers placed haphazardly at the foot of the bed. I blinked and frowned in confusion, my head beginning to ache. I didn’t remember getting undressed. Hell, I didn’t even remember coming back to my room. I figured I must have been really drunk last night and forgotten everything. But then what about my clothes? Why had I taken them off? Had I taken them off? Had there been a woman up here with me? My heart skipped a beat and I tried desperately to remember if I had tried to talk to any girls.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Guy?” Jonny called through the wood. “I’ve got your key card, can I come in?” I took a moment to think, wondering if I should refuse and try to get dressed first. But seeing as I could barely move, I figured I might as well let him in now.

 

“Um, y-yeah.” I said, my voice strangely raspy. The lock on the door clicked and it swung open. I shrank down a bit, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. Jonny stood in the doorway, a critical expression on his face. He looked around at the floor, then back at me.

 

“Someone was busy last night. She’s gone, right?” he asked, looking around nervously. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t remember any girls. “Well?” he snapped, obviously annoyed.

 

“I don’t…I don’t know.” I admitted, my brows knitting in distress. I was beginning to get scared. “Jonny, I don’t remember…”

 

“Christ, man. You’re gonna have to stop drinking so much.”

 

“I only had one beer.” I said automatically. “Will dared me to.” That much I could remember. He had told me that he would give me twenty pounds if I only had one drink at the party. I had accepted instantly, itching to prove to him that I could control myself.

 

“Well, apparently not.” said Jonny, picking up my jeans between his forefinger and thumb. He threw them onto my bed with a grimace. “Really, Guy. When are you going to grow up a little?”

 

“Look, Jon. I really don’t remember being with a girl last night! I don’t even remember coming back to my room. Did you see me leave?” I asked, getting frustrated. I was missing half a night of my life, and I wanted it back.

 

“Well, when I saw you last, you looked like you’d had another row with Eddie. You looked pretty drunk too. Staggering and all.” I sighed, my heart sinking. Eddie was a real son of a bitch. He showed up at most of our parties in London because he happened to be friends with a roadie we all knew. I hated him with a passion. He demanded to be brought along, but he didn’t even like our music. He just wanted to be in the center of attention. I shook my head.

 

“I hate that fucking bastard.”

 

“We all do. And he knows.” muttered Jonny, sinking into a chair across the room. “So. I came to get you for breakfast. But you, um, look a bit tired. Rough night, I guess.” he teased, winking. I frowned at him, trying to piece together what had happened. I remembered finishing off the beer, talking to Chris a bit, Arlene…

 

And I also remembered feeling a bit dizzy. I began to remember Eddie, and I recalled him asking me if I needed help getting upstairs. He’d leaned across the bar and gripped me by the shoulder, the smell of his breath hitting me in the face. And then, with a terrible sinking in the pit of my stomach, I remembered the last thing he’d said to me. You’re mine, you pretty little fuck.

 

I’d tried to tell him to back off, yanking myself away. But he’d been holding my shoulder too tightly. Wordlessly, I looked down to my right. Sure enough, there were a few light bruises in the form of fingers. Jonny watched me, bemused. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

 

“Eddie…he, uh…” I hesitated, and Jonny stood up to get a better look.

 

“Shit, he did that? Jesus, man…that’s it. I’m telling Mal he can’t bring him anymore.” I nodded wordlessly, not knowing what to think. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember anything after that little confrontation with Eddie. There was just nothing there. The bad feeling in my stomach increased exponentially. If I had been worried before, I was practically sick with fear now. What had he done to me? All of a sudden, I just wanted Jonny out of my room.

 

“Jon, can you…clear out for a while? I should get changed…”

 

“Oh.” He didn’t seem offended. “Okay, right.” He grinned at me and tossed me my key card. “It was in the lobby downstairs.”

 

“Thanks.” I murmured emptily, turning it over in my hands. Of course I never remembered taking it out of my pocket.

 

 

ive missed u guys too :)

love ur story miss lestrade ( im really sorry i forgot ur name ) :( xx