I think the deadline for new fics is August 1st. Then they can be finished, but no more new ones should be posted. I would go by that rule. :\

AGREED.

Well, you guys are writing alot anyway now, so you don't need anything new from me.

Keep up the good work.

I love reading what you come up with.:)

why do you always say stuff like that? you're an amazing writer and we love to hear your stories!!

jknc, I keep feeling like you're suddenly going to disappear one day and never come back. Like Mary Poppins flying away on her umbrella or something. :uhoh2:

:laugh3: i know! and its so depressing! you're a wonderful person to have in our community and we'd all be devestated if we lost you!

No.........I am too addicted to this place.

I am just going to practice writing better stuff so when the new thread happens my stuff will be more interesting.

And I will try some variations in style too.

My worst fear is boring you guys.

you never bore us! your writing is always new and interesting, we love reading your work!!

jknc, all of your fics are great!! you don't bore us. :heart:

 

hey, do you people want me to post my new fanfic now, seeing as it's basically finished?

you never bore us! your writing is always new and interesting, we love reading your work!!

 

 

Thanks for saying so.

:hug:

 

sure brooke!

ok, so i tried to do something that i'm not sure has been done before... at least, not on here.

but if it has been done, it hasn't been done very often... yeah.

Just Be Patient

Part 1

 

 

 

Guy's POV

 

“What do you think would happen,” Jonny began, his beautiful green eyes locked on the computer screen in front of him. “If I were to... what's it called? 'Twight'?”

 

“Tweet,” I replied, laughing at his technological impairments. “And going off of what happened when I started, I think a lot of people will go crackers.”

 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

 

“Well, it's not all bad. But once you start, you can't really stop,” I warned. “They expect you to tweet, like, every day. I wouldn't exactly recommend it.”

 

“Oh.” He sounded a tad disappointed. “It's just that there are all these people who want me to. You know how I can't let people down.”

 

“If you want to, go ahead. But don't say I didn't warn you. Wait,” I said, looking up from the photography equipment catalog I'd been looking at. “What do you mean 'all these people' want you to? What people?”

 

“The... tweet...ers?” Jonny twisted his face in confusion. “Tweeters? Twitters... twighters?”

 

“Twitterers.”

 

“Yeah, them. They want me to. They even have this, um, 'hash tag' thingy for me.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah, but don't get jealous or anything. There's one for you, too.”

 

“Oh, cool. What about Chris or Will?”

 

“Nope. Looks like it's just you and me.” My heart skipped a beat when he said that. I'd been in love with him for about a month, and as awkward as talking to him was at times, some of the things he said made me smile despite the fact that he never meant anything by it. “Although, they want Chris to get a haircut.”

 

“He does need a trim, doesn't he?”

 

“I don't know... I think he looks all right the way he is now.” Of course he thought that. Chris was perfect to him. Not that I thought he was in love with him or anything, but I still felt a twinge of jealousy.

 

“Figures,” I mumbled. He turned away from the screen and looked at me.

 

“What?”

 

“Um, I should probably get going. It's getting kinda late.”

 

“No, stay here! You have to help me with this thing,” he said, pointing to the screen. “There's no way I could do this without you. Please?”

 

He looked at me with those gorgeous eyes of his. There was no way I could say no.

 

“Fine,” I said, throwing my hands up in defeat and then grabbing a seat next to him. Being that close to such an amazing man sent shivers down my spine. Literally. I'd hoped he wouldn't notice, but he did.

 

“Are you cold or something?”

 

“No, I'm fine.”

 

“Are you sure? I can give you my jacket if you want.”

 

“No, I'm good.” He shrugged and turned back to the computer screen, a confused expression forming once again on his handsome face.

 

I'm just in love with you.

 

 

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BROOKE I LOVE IT!! I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER READ A JONNY-GUY FIC!!

well, now you have. part of one, anyway. :P

i also tried to write this story from just Guy's POV, but that didn't work out. :P

Just Be Patient

 

Part 2

 

 

 

 

“Right, Jonny, so what's the creepiest thing anyone's ever said to you?” Chris asked. We were all sitting in the Bakery, Chris, Jonny, Will, and I. The power had gone out while we were still working, and so we decided just to light a candle, place it in the middle of the floor, and just sit and chat. We were kinda playing a truth-or-truth game, like truth-or-dare without the dares.

 

“Um... well, I think it was when I was fifteen or sixteen, and this one girl told me she liked my pants. It was... awkward.” We all laughed except for Jonny, who looked terribly uncomfortable.

 

“OK, who's next?” I asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as I could to help Jonny feel better.

 

“Well, since you ask, I choose you, Guy.” I panicked a little. I wasn't sure what he was gonna ask me, but I knew if he asked me anything too revealing then I'd just lie. I didn't want to lie, but it's not like I could tell him the truth.

 

“Oh, OK.”

 

“Hmm... I have to think of a good one.” Jonny stared at the ground for a second, then Chris leaned over and whispered something in his ear. “No way.”

 

“Come on, man, you have to.”

 

“That's weird!”

 

“That's the point,” Chris said.

 

“Fine.”

 

“What is it?” I began to panic a little more.

 

“Chris says, 'If you had to, which one of us would you go gay for?'”

 

“Aw, come on. That's not a very fair question, Chris,” Will complained. He might have been a bit upset that he knew it wouldn't be him.

 

“Well, who cares if it's fair? We can all answer if you like.”

 

“You don't have to answer, we all know you'd choose Jonny.”

 

“Well, maybe yeah, but what about the rest of you?”

 

“He'd probably choose you, too,” I said bitterly.

 

“Who would you choose?” Chris asked, noticing that I sounded unhappy. “It was your question to begin with anyway.”

 

“Uh...” I could feel my cheeks getting redder and hotter. It was a good thing we were sitting in the dark. “Well...”

 

I tried to pass it off like I was just thinking rather than freaking out. I couldn't say Jonny, right, because it was true? Even though I suppose that's the point of the game- to answer truthfully. But then it's not like they'd necessarily know I had any sort of feelings for him past friendship.

 

“Come on, Guy, you've got to answer one of these days.”

 

“I... Fine, I choose J-” At that moment, the lights turned back on. Thank God.

 

“All right, the power's back!” Chris exclaimed, immediately jumping up and running over to his piano. “Come on, guys, let's get working!”

 

As the rest of us stood up, I glanced over at Jonny. Even though I hadn't actually said his name, he had obviously realized that I was going to pick him. He stood up and walked over to his guitar, but he did so very absentmindedly. I couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

 

After an hour or so we called it quits. Chris was the first to leave, followed by Will. As I gathered my stuff I realized that Jonny was still in the room. He was just leaning with his back against the wall, staring at me. It made me quite uncomfortable.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“You... nothing.” He shook his head and walked away from the wall, heading towards the door. I turned around and went back to picking up my stuff. Inches from the door, however, Jonny halted. “You'd choose me?” he asked quietly. I looked up at him. He was still facing the door, and he was tapping his thumb nervously on the side of his jeans.

 

“I... guess so, yeah.” He continued to stare off and tap his thumb for a minute. Then he reached his hand out to open the door.

 

“I'd choose you, too,” he said as he opened the door and left. I sat down in complete shock. There was no way he said that. Maybe I was dreaming. No, it was real. It had to be, otherwise he wouldn't have just walked away like that.

 

I kept replaying the scene over and over again, searching for signs that I'd just imagined it. No matter how many times I thought about it, though, I kept reaching the same conclusion:

 

He'd choose me, too.

 

 

Hang on hang on, so what's happening with this new thread? We're collecting the stories and the page number, yes, then what? Making a new thread to post stories in?

 

Also Si if you could kindly forward those PMs to me I'll be able to add them to the archive thread in due time.

Hang on hang on, so what's happening with this new thread? We're collecting the stories and the page number, yes, then what? Making a new thread to post stories in?

 

Also Si if you could kindly forward those PMs to me I'll be able to add them to the archive thread in due time.

 

Correction (Part 1)

 

 

 

 

 

The little girl cried and cried over the park bench. She was drenched in rain and tears; her tam o'shanter hat sagged down in front of her face. She looked about 7 years of age, possibly younger. Her skin looked pale and in distress. I walked up to her in wonder of what the matter was.

 

"what's wrong, young lady." Asked I. I used a light and gentle tone, assuring her that I was friendly.

 

"I-I'm," She sniffled, "I'm lost!" More tears fell from her face too the ground.

 

"Why, where must you go?"

 

"In need to find Chris of Barker Street."

 

"Now I don't know of any Chris," Her eyes looked into mine despiretly, "but I do know where Barker Street is." I smiled and so did she.

 

I walked her down London to Barker Street, finding 221A Barker Street. I knocked on the door, wondering who this man was. "Please, come in." A voice shouted from the inside. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside before the little girl entered. I walked in, the girl behind me. In a chair facing the fire place, there was a man with curly blonde hair. He turned around in his chair and looked at us. "Wait a second, either of you are my recent clients... who are you people?" He asked curiously.

 

"I, sir, am Jonathan Buckland, but please, call me Jonny." I told him.

 

"Who is the girl?" He asked, still curious.

 

"I'm Holly, Holly Berryman." She said proudly. "I really need your help."

 

" And what would you want from a detective such as I?" Asked Chris.

 

"Well, I've lost my father." She said with sorrow then put onto her face.

 

"You come to trouble me with you losing your father?"He asked, growing furious.

 

" I didn't lose him! He was taken by a racoon." She said, her scottish-accent also growing angry.

 

"Did you say a racoon? Did it have an eye patch?" He asked, growing less mad and more interested.

 

"I don't know, but it had a cracked beak."

 

"Of course!" The man shouted. " This was planned, none of the less, by an evil Monkey, who smiles a lot, Proffesor," he gave a dramatic pause, " Dumbledore!" He pointed to a picture of a monkey on his desk, larger than an ape with bright white teeth, red eyes, and an i-Pod touch. She gasped and so had I, in utter amazement. " Proffesor Dumbledore's real name was originally 'Will Champion', but he changed his name to Dumbledore and told no one and then set off to build an academy for withches and wizards, which failed because there is no such thing. However he has an assistant, a racoon, who goes by the name of Harper, Who is also not very intelligent."

 

"My Dad was taken by a racoon and a monkey?" She asked.

 

"sadly, yes." He said. "The only question is; what would Dumbledore want with a Scottish father?"

 

 

 

 

 

Correction (Part 2)

BTW: Sorry for the wait.

 

 

 

 

"A slave?" Asked I curiously, trying to determine what Holly's father could be of good use for.

 

"The possibilities are absolutely endless." Chris told me as little Holly looked up at us conversing on why her father would be taken and what on Earth he would be of use for. "Holly," Detective Martin looked down at her. "Do you have any other details of your father, and why Champion would have interest in taking-in your father?" Both mine and Chris's head turned to Holly. "Any little detail could bring us a step closer to where your father may be." He looked the small child in the eyes with curiousity in mind.

 

"Well," She started, " he does have a job as a toy-maker and inventor. He is the best in london and owns a small shop not far from here."

 

"A toy-maker is he then?" Chris said to himself, " Do you know his full name?"

 

"Yes I do," Said Holly proudly with a smug little, grin, "His name is Guy Rupert Berryman, and he is 31 years old and he's Scottish."

 

"Aha!" Chris said. I assumed he had an idea of what was happening. "You said he was an Toy inventor? It could be possible that he is using him to invent some sort of large, vilinous, trap of some sort. We must get on this case immediat-."

 

"Ahhhhh!" Holly screamed deathly at some creature in the window. I, nor Chris, could see it clearly, but i assume that Holly had. We swung around and saw the small child shaking in fear. "It was the racoon! It was that racoon!" The 7 year old cried.

 

"Jonny! Come now!" He yelled as he ran through the door and soon did I.with all our speed, we headed into the middle of the street. We could hear the racoon, but where on Earth was it? It had left tracks on the dirt road and a stench that was so horrible, that you could feel the evil and at the same time, panic, rush through you. I could hear Harper the racoon mummbling and then Olivia's bloody shriek.

 

"Help me Uncle Chris! Help me!" We could hear her clearly from the inside of Detective Martin's home. Martin and I rushed into the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind us. We saw the racoon with little Holly inside a cloth and patched bag. The raccon store back at us and then flew through the window, with Olivia still shrieking and crying in dismay. We ran towards the window to watch it run of with her. We ran back outside again, looking for some sort of new evidence to help us track him down.

 

"He escaped," I told him softly as we gazed in the direction of where the racoon had ran. Chris looked down in dismay. Then his face lit up as he looked down at the dirt road with joy. Marks, racoon tracks to be specific, trailing to where the racoon, Harper, had gone to, and on top of that he dropped his eye-patch. "What do we do now?"

 

"We follow this trail Jon," he sighed and looked down, "it's the only thing we can do." He looked up again and both of us marched along with Harper's mysterious tracks.

 

 

 

Oh, Brooke! Just Be Patient is so good, really, really good! I love Guy&Jonny:heart:

Correction and Just Be Patient are just wonderful!!! Can't wait for more!! :dance:!!!

Just Be Patient....so...good. :drunk: Guy and Jonny...good.

 

No one ever does that particular pair! :wideeyed:

:dance: LOVE THESE FICS! brooke, i squee over the guy-jonny love :wacky:! can't wait for the next part of correction either! :dance:

hey guys :D

 

love 'just be patient'

!! xx cant wait for more

:drunk:

 

More fics please. :heart::heart::heart:!!