I need to fix something in it though...so y'all are going to have to wait a few minutes. :shrug:

No problem:) I love Side Effects so much :heart: !!!!

Jknc---I know what you mean! :uhoh2: No one I know would ever believe I write stuff this dark and angst-filled!

I dread my parents accidentally discovering any of my fics. :stunned:

 

 

Uh...mmmm...eh....

Let's see what I need to do.

 

1. Finish writing Mama.

2. Post the next chapter of Side Effects

 

Mmmm...I'll do #2 now.

 

 

 

If any of my friends read any of my stuff I would have to quit my job and leave the country. They all think I am a hard-hearted, cynical bitch. I kind of like it that way.

You guys just have to keep my secret.;)

My lips are sealed ;)

Really? Huh.

My friends know that I love sad/dark movies, so they probably wouldn't be so surprised...

And I love sad, meaningful books too. Hmm...

 

But I also love comedy. Especially British comedy. :lol:

I am a drama/comedy person, I guess.

If any of my friends read any of my stuff I would have to quit my job and leave the country. They all think I am a hard-hearted, cynical bitch. I kind of like it that way.

You guys just have to keep my secret.;)

 

:laugh3:

lol :D x

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Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

“Here.” said Jonny, putting a bowl of soup down in front of me. I looked down at it, my mouth watering in hunger. I hadn’t eaten since early last night, but despite my appetite, the thought of eating didn’t interest me. The food looked good; not disgusting in any way, but I just couldn’t bring myself to touch the spoon. “Not hungry?” Jonny murmured, chewing slowly on a piece of bread.

 

“It looks…great, man.”

 

“Thanks,” Jonny smiled, trying to feign normalcy. “I put some mint in it…I remember you liked it last time.” I looked down at the soup and forced myself to pick up the spoon and try some. It tasted good…maybe a bit too salty, but still good. Jonny, despite what had happened that morning, had pulled himself together enough to try and feed me. Not only that, but he’d made something he knew I liked. Words could not describe the shock and confusion I was feeling. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he cared about me that much, especially after what I’d put him through.

 

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, putting the spoon down.

 

“I thought, uh…that you should probably eat something. But if you’re not hungry…”

 

“Why go through the trouble?”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Why put mint in? WHY?” I cried.

 

Jonny looked horrified. “I’m s-sorry, I thought you liked it.”

 

I practically sobbed in frustration. “I do. I loved it.”

 

He leaned forward, trying to look at me. “What’s wrong?” he whispered. I couldn’t stand the guilt in his voice.

 

“Why are you doing this?”

 

“Doing what?”

 

“Why are you being so kind to me?” I gasped, struggling to hold back tears. “I was…raped, Jon…I made you watch it…”

 

“What…? You’re my friend; what do you want me to do, hate you? Blame you? It’s not going to happen, because I love you. And…what he did…doesn’t change that. Now I spent a good hour making this, so the least you could do is eat a little.” He sat back, stirring his own bowl of soup aimlessly. But I couldn’t go back to eating. I leaned my elbows on my legs, burying my head in my hands. I could feel sobs forcing their way from my chest, and the tears in my eyes refused to go away. My shoulders shook as I tried as hard as I could to control myself, but I was failing miserably.

 

I heard Jonny’s chair scrape lightly against the floor as it was pushed back. Oh god, I didn’t want him to see me like this. “Guy…” I whimpered and shook my head, praying he would just walk away and leave me to my misery. “I’m sorry.” Just walk away, Jon. Spare yourself. He put a hand on my back, rubbing it gently as he told me everything was going to be okay. I wished I could disagree with Jonny; tell him not to bother because it wouldn’t make me feel better. But I couldn’t do that to him.

 

Eventually, though, I became at ease with his ministrations. His hand didn’t feel so unwelcome anymore, in fact, it was almost comforting. It reminded me that I wasn’t completely disconnected from everyone else. It also seemed to back up Jonny’s words to me. I could no longer tell myself that he didn’t care for me anymore, because so many things said otherwise.

 

When I finally managed to get myself under control, Jonny was looking up at the clock on the wall. He noticed my breathing even out and glanced quickly at me. “You okay?” he asked, giving my back one last stroke. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. “You don’t have to eat…if you feel you can’t.”

 

“It was good, Jon. Honest.”

 

“You’re not gonna touch it.” he said matter-of-factly.

 

“Help me up, please?” I asked, dreading the pain I would feel if I tried to stand by myself. Automatically, he held out his hand, and I gripped it and let him pull me up. “Thank you.”

 

“It’s nothing.” he murmured, picking up our bowls and putting them in the sink.

 

“I’m sorry…about the soup.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.” he insisted, taking one more bite of his roll.

 

We spent the rest of the day doing things that would be considered normal. Jonny ran out to get groceries while I rummaged through his movies for something to watch. I tried smoking a bit as well, but for some reason it made me a nauseous. So I watched some TV instead, specifically the cartoons I usually watched with Nico. Jonny wandered around the house, doing chores that really didn’t need to be done. I had offered to help him, but he refused and told me to take it easy. It made me a bit annoyed that he treated me like a child, but I ignored the feeling and did what he asked.

 

Throughout the course of the evening, the phone rang a few times, and Jonny would always wander off with it so I couldn’t hear what was being said. But around eight, he came back into the living room and sank down on the couch. I looked back at him from my perch by the window. “What happened?” I asked blankly.

 

“Will and Chris have both called, separately asking if I know what’s wrong with you. Chris called an hour ago; Will did just now. I told them you were fine.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“But you’re not fine.” Jonny hissed. I was silent, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “They’re going to find out eventually.”

 

“I don’t want them to know.” I reminded him.

 

“I know. I know you don’t.” He sighed and leaned back into the cushions, closing his eyes. “But I don’t think this is a secret you can keep.”

 

“I can try.” I said, shrugging. We were both silent for a minute or two.

 

“Where do you want to sleep?” asked Jonny, despite the fact that we had never discussed me staying the night.

 

“No mate, I can’t stay.” Even though I really want to.

 

“I’d feel better if you did. You can take my bed.” But I shook my head. I didn’t want to sleep in a bed.

 

“Is it alright if I stay on the couch?”

 

“If you’re sure…but it’s not very good for your back.” he said. “I’m going to go to bed soon, so let me get you some stuff now.” He ran off, and I watched him disappear around a corner. I wasn’t particularly relishing the thought of sleeping, but I was too tired to try and stay awake.

 

 

 

that was great kyra!!

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Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

“Here.” said Jonny, putting a bowl of soup down in front of me. I looked down at it, my mouth watering in hunger. I hadn’t eaten since early last night, but despite my appetite, the thought of eating didn’t interest me. The food looked good; not disgusting in any way, but I just couldn’t bring myself to touch the spoon. “Not hungry?” Jonny murmured, chewing slowly on a piece of bread.

 

“It looks…great, man.”

 

“Thanks,” Jonny smiled, trying to feign normalcy. “I put some mint in it…I remember you liked it last time.” I looked down at the soup and forced myself to pick up the spoon and try some. It tasted good…maybe a bit too salty, but still good. Jonny, despite what had happened that morning, had pulled himself together enough to try and feed me. Not only that, but he’d made something he knew I liked. Words could not describe the shock and confusion I was feeling. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he cared about me that much, especially after what I’d put him through.

 

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, putting the spoon down.

 

“I thought, uh…that you should probably eat something. But if you’re not hungry…”

 

“Why go through the trouble?”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Why put mint in? WHY?” I cried.

 

Jonny looked horrified. “I’m s-sorry, I thought you liked it.”

 

I practically sobbed in frustration. “I do. I loved it.”

 

He leaned forward, trying to look at me. “What’s wrong?” he whispered. I couldn’t stand the guilt in his voice.

 

“Why are you doing this?”

 

“Doing what?”

 

“Why are you being so kind to me?” I gasped, struggling to hold back tears. “I was…raped, Jon…I made you watch it…”

 

“What…? You’re my friend; what do you want me to do, hate you? Blame you? It’s not going to happen, because I love you. And…what he did…doesn’t change that. Now I spent a good hour making this, so the least you could do is eat a little.” He sat back, stirring his own bowl of soup aimlessly. But I couldn’t go back to eating. I leaned my elbows on my legs, burying my head in my hands. I could feel sobs forcing their way from my chest, and the tears in my eyes refused to go away. My shoulders shook as I tried as hard as I could to control myself, but I was failing miserably.

 

I heard Jonny’s chair scrape lightly against the floor as it was pushed back. Oh god, I didn’t want him to see me like this. “Guy…” I whimpered and shook my head, praying he would just walk away and leave me to my misery. “I’m sorry.” Just walk away, Jon. Spare yourself. He put a hand on my back, rubbing it gently as he told me everything was going to be okay. I wished I could disagree with Jonny; tell him not to bother because it wouldn’t make me feel better. But I couldn’t do that to him.

 

Eventually, though, I became at ease with his ministrations. His hand didn’t feel so unwelcome anymore, in fact, it was almost comforting. It reminded me that I wasn’t completely disconnected from everyone else. It also seemed to back up Jonny’s words to me. I could no longer tell myself that he didn’t care for me anymore, because so many things said otherwise.

 

When I finally managed to get myself under control, Jonny was looking up at the clock on the wall. He noticed my breathing even out and glanced quickly at me. “You okay?” he asked, giving my back one last stroke. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. “You don’t have to eat…if you feel you can’t.”

 

“It was good, Jon. Honest.”

 

“You’re not gonna touch it.” he said matter-of-factly.

 

“Help me up, please?” I asked, dreading the pain I would feel if I tried to stand by myself. Automatically, he held out his hand, and I gripped it and let him pull me up. “Thank you.”

 

“It’s nothing.” he murmured, picking up our bowls and putting them in the sink.

 

“I’m sorry…about the soup.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.” he insisted, taking one more bite of his roll.

 

We spent the rest of the day doing things that would be considered normal. Jonny ran out to get groceries while I rummaged through his movies for something to watch. I tried smoking a bit as well, but for some reason it made me a nauseous. So I watched some TV instead, specifically the cartoons I usually watched with Nico. Jonny wandered around the house, doing chores that really didn’t need to be done. I had offered to help him, but he refused and told me to take it easy. It made me a bit annoyed that he treated me like a child, but I ignored the feeling and did what he asked.

 

Throughout the course of the evening, the phone rang a few times, and Jonny would always wander off with it so I couldn’t hear what was being said. But around eight, he came back into the living room and sank down on the couch. I looked back at him from my perch by the window. “What happened?” I asked blankly.

 

“Will and Chris have both called, separately asking if I know what’s wrong with you. Chris called an hour ago; Will did just now. I told them you were fine.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“But you’re not fine.” Jonny hissed. I was silent, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “They’re going to find out eventually.”

 

“I don’t want them to know.” I reminded him.

 

“I know. I know you don’t.” He sighed and leaned back into the cushions, closing his eyes. “But I don’t think this is a secret you can keep.”

 

“I can try.” I said, shrugging. We were both silent for a minute or two.

 

“Where do you want to sleep?” asked Jonny, despite the fact that we had never discussed me staying the night.

 

“No mate, I can’t stay.” Even though I really want to.

 

“I’d feel better if you did. You can take my bed.” But I shook my head. I didn’t want to sleep in a bed.

 

“Is it alright if I stay on the couch?”

 

“If you’re sure…but it’s not very good for your back.” he said. “I’m going to go to bed soon, so let me get you some stuff now.” He ran off, and I watched him disappear around a corner. I wasn’t particularly relishing the thought of sleeping, but I was too tired to try and stay awake.

 

 

 

 

 

This is just sooooo good! I love it so much and I love the fact that Jonny is such a good friend :hug:

 

I can't wait for the next chapter :dance:

kyra, your story is amazingggggggg! :heart:

This is just sooooo good! I love it so much and I love the fact that Jonny is such a good friend :hug:

 

I can't wait for the next chapter :dance:

 

Jonny is like...the ideal friend. To everyone. :laugh3:

:jonny::heart:

:guy::bigcry:

:jonny::hug:

I love it Kyra!

 

 

@jknc: OMG!!!! Cute! cute! cute!! :blush::cheesy:

Really? Huh.

My friends know that I love sad/dark movies, so they probably wouldn't be so surprised...

And I love sad, meaningful books too. Hmm...

 

But I also love comedy. Especially British comedy. :lol:

I am a drama/comedy person, I guess.

 

 

 

You are very lucky to have such good friends.

I envy you.

Aww Jonny!! Adorable, as usual. :wacky:!!

 

Great job, Kyra!

:guy::bigcry:

:jonny::hug:

I love it Kyra!

 

 

@jknc: OMG!!!! Cute! cute! cute!! :blush::cheesy:

 

 

 

I was hoping you would like it.

I wrote it with you in mind.

Very short, very random fanfic. :D

 

SIGNS.

Chris was sitting solemnly on the couch, staring up at the sealing. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes bulged and his neck strained. He looked tired.

Jon walked in, followed Chris’s eyes to the ceiling, then stared blankly at Chris.

 

Chris looked up at him, Jon noticed his eyes were extremely bloodshot.

 

Jon shrugged.

 

Chris shrugged back.

 

Jon pointed to the ceiling, then shrugged again.

 

Chris gasped slightly, then pointed at the ceiling.

 

Obviously, Jon was confused. He shrugged again.

 

Chris stood up, put both feet on the couch and pointed vigorously with both arms at the ceiling. He had a crazed look in his eyes Jon had never seen before.

 

Jon looked up at where he was pointing. A few specks of dirt and a scratch was all he saw. He shrugged again.

 

Chris sighed loudly, jumped down from the couch and left the room. Jon decided to sit down where he’d found Chris, just to check out this magical spot that transformed his best friend into a psycho. He looked around. It was a couch. Cushions, pillows, and a ceiling. Jon was taken back for a second by what he saw on the ceiling, and realized what was wrong with Chris. What he saw on the ceiling was his reflection.

 

 

:shrug::laugh4:

:lol: Crazy but funny :D

I love this random kind of stories ;)

You are very lucky to have such good friends.

I envy you.

 

Uh...my best friend makes fun of me every single day. She argues for the sake of arguing. We have little mini-arguments over pointless things. She doesn't like Coldplay, either. She calls it Kyra Music. :lol:

 

Your friends can't be that bad.

Thanks! :laugh4:!

^It's very normal for friends to have different tastes and stuff. I am the only one of my circle of friends that is totally crazy about U2, Coldplay and bands like that, and it makes things even more special because when they see/listen something about them, they think of me immediately and send me messages about it:)

Same here. My friends always think of me when they hear Coldplay. Even though they hate them.

 

But they still like me. :D

:lol: Exactly!