Yes, more fics please :daisy:

 

I am writing some random stuff but since it's not finished in any way, I'll only consider posting on the new thread. During that period, I'll write the whole thing.

 

But really, I need to read, it's urgent. I'll get sick if I don't read anything here :sick2::rolleyes5::wink: I'm kidding but you get the idea....

Hah, I know whatcha mean. :wacky:!

 

I can't wait to read them!! :dance:!!!

Let's crack the :whip: then. It might work :whip: :D

:whip::whip::whip:!!!

 

-Waits patiently.-

 

:whip::whip:!!!

careful, if you whip too hard there wont be a me to post this story. :uhoh:

 

Just Be Patient

Part 3

 

 

I walked up to the door of the dressing room. We were in Mansfield, Massachusetts, and we were a few hours away from doing a show. There was a magnificent view from the stage, and I had wanted to take a few pictures and maybe even send a tweet, but I'd left my camera in the dressing room. As I stood in front of the door, I could hear muffled voices conversing. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I felt the need to stick my ear up against the door and listen rather than just walk in.

 

“No, I don't think that would be a good idea,” one of the voices said. It was Jonny.

 

“Come on, Jon, it'll be fine. You just sing one little line, and then you're done.” Chris was with him.

 

“I don't want to sing!”

 

“You suck the fun out of everything, you know that?”

 

“I do not.”

 

“Then sing.”

 

“No, and that's final.” Chris must have given up, because the voices stopped. However, as I was about to open the door, Jonny spoke again. “Chris, can I, uh, talk to you about something?”

 

“Of course, man, anything.”

 

“Well, it's... about Guy.” If I hadn't been listening hard enough before, I certainly was now. What could he possibly want to tell Chris?

 

“Guy? What about him?”

 

“Well...” My heart was pounding in my chest. “I kinda... you know... I mean, I kinda like him.”

 

“Like? Like, like like?”

 

“Well, yeah.” I started hyperventilating, and I sat down on the floor, still trying to press my ear against the door.

 

“Wow... wow.”

 

“Uh huh...”

 

“I mean, good for you and all, it's just... not something I'd have expected, you know?”

 

“Well, I didn't expect it either, but these things just sorta happen sometimes, right?”

 

“Yeah. So... what are you gonna do?”

 

“Well, I think I kinda already told him.”

 

“What do you mean 'kinda'?”

 

“I mean, it's not like I walked up to him and went, 'Guy, I like you.' I don't think I'd ever be able to do that.”

 

“What was that?” Chris suddenly asked. I had sort of flipped out and jerked my arm into the door while Jonny was speaking. I think they heard it. “Did you hear that, Jon?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I think someone's at the door.”

 

“Shit! Chris, what if it's Guy?”

 

“I dunno. I'll check, OK?” I stood up quickly and tried to escape before Chris opened the door. It was no use, though; his head was peaking out from behind the door before I even got a few feet away. He saw me. I stopped and looked at him, the expression on my face a mixture of anxiety and fear.

 

“Who was it?” I heard Jonny call from within the room. Chris glared at me, and he gave me a slight nod to show he understood what I was thinking.

 

“Uh, no one. I guess I'm just hearing things.”

 

 

 

Aww!! :cheesy:!!!

 

So cute!!

 

Chris, such a good friend. :kiss:!!

 

 

Can't wait for more, Brooke! It's so great!

thanks! :nice:

 

Just Be Patient

Part 4

 

 

Chris' POV

 

The night was a cold and rainy one. I walked down the sidewalk to a pub where I was supposed to meet Guy. I figured he wanted to talk about Jonny, who'd recently revealed to me that he liked Guy in a conversation that Guy just happened to be listening in on. Jonny didn't know that he'd heard, though.

 

I opened the door and searched for the petite brown-haired man that I was meeting up with. Sure enough, I found him sitting at a table relatively close to the front door.

 

“Hey, Guy,” I said, sitting myself down in the seat opposite him.

 

“Chris! You're here... great,” he replied, half-smiling at me. His words were slurred a bit, which made me think that he'd already been drinking quite a lot. That by itself seemed like a bad sign, but the fact that he also looked distressed gave me the impression that he didn't exactly enjoy the news he'd received a few days earlier.

 

“How many drinks have you had?”

 

“Um... I can't remember.”

 

“Is this about Jonny?”

 

“Ugh, everything's about Jonny, isn't it? It's like, no matter where anyone goes, he's there! He's there in the morning, he's there at night... he's everywhere! In fact,” he whispered, leaning closer to me. “I'll bet he's in here now.”

 

“Guy, what the hell are you talking about?” I asked as Guy craned his head around, no doubt trying to find Jonny in the sea of drunken strangers.

 

“Talking about Jonny, remember?”

 

“No, I know that. What do you mean 'he's everywhere'?”

 

“Isn't he everywhere you go?”

 

“No... is he everywhere you go?”

 

“Yeah, everywhere! When I wake up... oh.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Oh, right, no... I forgot that I only imagined that.”

 

“You're imagining Jonny?”

 

“Yeah, I guess I am. Sometimes... when he's not there, 'cause... it's lonely without Jonny.”

 

“You're lonely without Jonny?”

 

“Aren't we all?” His tone was so serious that I couldn't help but laugh. “But I can't tell him that I'm in love him.”

 

“Wait, you're in love with him?” The conversation had taken a turn that I definitely didn't expect. It was good news, though.

 

“Why are you asking so many questions?” he whined. “Can't I just pour my heart out to you without you asking me anything?”

 

“Can't you pour your heart out to me when you're sober and not speaking nonsense half the time?”

 

“That's another question. And I'm not gonna answer it, but I'll tell you something,” he said, pointing his index finger at me. “If I was sober I wouldn't be able to tell you that I'm madly in love with Jonny and I imagine him lying next to me every morning when I wake up, and every night when I go to sleep, and sometimes when I'm doing other things, like-”

 

“Yeah, I think I get it.”

 

“Right, so I have to be drunk. You're gonna tell him, right?”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“You'll tell him for me, yeah? Thanks, man, you're a real pal, you know that? I can totally count on you always.”

 

“I'm not gonna tell him for you. You can tell him.”

 

“But I can't do that!”

 

“Why not? You know he likes you, too.”

 

“Yeah, I know that I know he likes me. I know what I know, remember? I'm me. But he's not me, he's Jonny, and I can't tell Jonny that I love him, even if he likes me, 'cause I'm...” he trailed off.

 

“You're what, chicken?” I asked jokingly. He looked down at his mug and stared at it worriedly.

 

“... afraid. I'm afraid.”

 

 

 

aww thats so sweet :) xx

Aww, I LOVED it! Guy being sneaky and Jonny telling Chris.... They're so cute :heart: Can't wait for the next part!

 

EDIT: In reference to chapter 3, now I'll read ch. 4 :dance:

Drunk Guy = fanfic perfection. :laugh4:!!!

Again - Awww, so sweet! Even drunk, he can be cute :D Can't wait for the next part :dance:

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.

 

Ok, Can I PM you guys now??

:D! brooke your fic is great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:blush:

:hug:

Brooke, your fic is amazing. :blush:

OWWWWWWW Brooke!! :blush:

Just read your fic and it is just amazing!!! :heart:

i think coldplayisawesome name is Brooke so...

GREAT FANFIC!!

thank you, guys! :shy:

and yes, Ana, i'm Brooke. :)

HI BROOKE!

hahaha

 

i wanted to put the 3rd chapter of my fanfic (oh, and for those who don't understood the last chapter, Guy was kidnapped) but im so tired right now......school eats me!!

 

so maybe tomorrow i will traduce next chapters, so i can upload next chapter

Side Effects

Chapter 6

 

 

 

This chapter is written in 3rd. person

 

 

Jonny made his way downstairs, careful not to make too much noise. He wasn’t sure if Guy was awake or not, but he wasn’t going to risk waking him. He had never actually been planning on sleeping, but he knew Guy would hate the idea that he was sitting in the kitchen, unable to sleep because of what had happened. So he’d waited in his room, counting down the minutes until midnight.

 

Jonny leaned on the back of the couch to look at his friend. Guy appeared asleep; he was curled up, eyes closed, and his breathing was slow and even. That was good. Jonny moved away to sit at the kitchen table, resting his chin on his arm. Now that he was alone and quiet, the video Guy had showed him kept replaying in his head, over and over again. It made him sick to his stomach, and he wished he could somehow forget it, but he knew it would never happen.

 

The only thing that kept the scene from replaying was focusing on something else. During the day, he could focus on helping Guy cope, but now there was nothing to do. He finally decided to make a cup of tea. Maybe that would help clear his mind.

 

Halfway through the process of boiling the water, things took a slight turn for the worst. He heard a whimper. In his experience, whimpers were bad. “Shit.” he swore, turning quickly. Jonny approached the couch slowly, praying he’d just imagined the sound. “God, just let him sleep.” he whispered. He leaned over and moved the corner of the blanket away to reveal Guy’s face. His brow was dotted with sweat, and there were lines of pain all over his features. Jonny bit his lip and sat at the edge of the couch, running a hand over his own forehead. “Come on, mate. Relax.” he said quietly, giving Guy’s shoulder a small rub. “Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real.”

 

Guy squirmed a bit under the blanket and shuddered, making Jonny wince and begin to consider waking him up. He didn’t think he could sit through much more of this. But the decision was suddenly unnecessary. Guy jerked awake with a gasp, followed by a faint cry. Jonny’s first instinct was to leap back, but he stayed frozen to the spot. Guy looked around wildly, his hands groping for something to hold onto. “Guy…hey! Hey! Calm down.” Jonny begged, grabbing the other man’s shoulders. Guy’s breaths were shallow and fast as tried to struggle out of his hold. But Jonny moved his hands to cradle the other man’s head, trying to look him in the eye. “It’s me.” he whispered, using his weight to hold Guy’s scrawny body in place. “You’re fine. Everything’s okay…listen to my voice, man, it’s me.”

 

“J-Jon?” he gasped. His hands found Jonny’s arms and latched on.

 

“Yes.” Jonny exhaled and loosened his hold. He leaned back a bit, but Guy wasn’t ready to let go.

 

“Was it real? Did it…happen? Did he…?”

 

“Just go to sleep. Go to sleep.” Jonny begged, freeing one of his arms. He ran a hand over Guy’s dark, dampened hair. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

 

“Wait!” He still wouldn’t let go. “Stay. Please.”

 

Jonny swallowed to push down tears and nodded. “I’ll be right here.” he promised, sitting on the floor. He sat with his knees against the couch; close enough for Guy to continue holding his arm. “I’m not going anywhere.” Guy nodded and sighed shakily, barely conscious. He leaned back into his pillow, and within a few minutes, he was asleep again.

 

But Jonny definitely wasn’t.

 

 

 

omg :( so sad poor poor guy xx

POOR GUUUUYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :bigcry:

THE NIGHTMARE

 

 

 

Jonny groaned in his sleep. He felt as if something was beside him…but he guessed it was just his imagination. He rolled over and slowly opened his eyes. “OH MY GOD!”

 

Chris was sleeping next to him, curled up next to Jon’s body. “Ten more minutes…”

 

“Chris, what the bloody hell are you doing at my house…in my bed?!”

 

“I had a bad dream…” Chris made a pouty face.

 

Jonny sat up, rubbing his forehead. “Chris, you live two blocks away from here.”

 

“I know…”

 

“But…you…how did you”

 

Chris rolled his eyes. “You leave your key under the mat.”

 

Jonny got out of bed and went into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

 

“Can I have some?” Chris was suddenly in the kitchen, too.

 

He handed Chris the glass and poured another. “So you ran to my house because of a bad dream?” Chris nodded. “What happened?” Jonny took a seat by Chris at the table.

 

“Well…I was eating ice cream at the beach, and this squirrel started attacking me…”

 

“It attacked you?” Jon spoke sleepily.

 

Chris nodded again. “And then I was in the ocean…and Spongebob was trying to give me a krabby patty, but I wouldn’t eat it.”

 

“Spongebob?”

 

“Yeah. And then Squidward yelled at me, and you were there.”

 

“Me?”

 

“You said something about jam.” Chris stared off into space.

 

“Jam?”

 

“Stop asking questions. I’m telling my story.” Chris glared at Jonny, quickly turning back to the cabinet he had been focusing on. “And then the squirrel was back. And Jon…it…it ate me!” Chris broke down crying.

 

“Oh…” Jonny moved to give Chris a hug, who gladly hugged back. “Uh…Chris?”

 

“Yes, Jonny?”

 

“You can…uh, stop hugging me now.”

 

Chris was still clutching onto Jonny. “Oh, sorry.” He backed away and looked down at his water.

 

“So, will you be staying here all night?” Jonny scratched at his head.

 

Chris sighed. “I guess I could go home…”

 

“You don’t have to! I mean, if you want you can stay here.”

 

“Thanks, J.” Chris quickly gave Jonny a hug and then flopped onto the couch. “Night, mate!”

 

“Night, Chris.”

 

 

 

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hhahahha omg laura that is the sweetest thing

EVER !! i love it :D soo good

i love that bit - “Jam?”

 

“Stop asking questions. I’m telling my story.” lool loved it !!