:lol:how about a jonny fic?!?!

:surprised: thats a good idea

That's a good idea... :)

 

EDIT: uhhmmm... I didn't notice you said that already... :lol:

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Oh the suspense!

:shocked3:

I hope it hits Chris.

Finding My Sunshine (part 1)

 

 

 

 

 

Chris's POV

 

"Are you sure Chris," Guy asked impatiently, "Your friend seems to be a little bit late." He looked all around the restaraunt, looking for her.

 

"Don't worry Guy. She'll be here any minute. You shouldn't be so impatient," I told him assuringly. " You'll be happy that you came once you see her."

 

"Do you promise?" Guy asked sweetly looking up at me with large brown puppy-dog eyes like a little girl. All four of us then started to crack up, including Guy. He always has done a good little girl immitation.

 

I smiled at him. "I may not have seen her in four or five years," I told him, "but I will gurantee you that she is quiet a pleasure."

 

"How long have you guys been best friends?" Will asked.

 

"Since college," Said I. "The second day of college, just to be exact. I've been IMing and calling her eversince to keep good contact so our relationship stays tight."

 

I waited patiently for another minute or too until I saw a woman enter the restaraunt. She had curly, deep black hair, thin hips, and beautiful white skin. Beauty beyond imaginable, natural beauty at that. She didn't look 30 at all, she looked as young as the day I meet her.

 

"Chris!" She said with a simply beautiful white smile. She sat down next to Jonny, but across from me. All of the other guys, especially Guy himself, looked at her like a child would at a candy bar; drooling and mind swept. I could already tell that my promise to Guy was deffinetly kept.

 

"Carla! I haven't seen you in forever." I don't think I've ever smiled so brightly in my entire life. "I beleive you remember Jonny, Will, and Guy." I told her.

 

"Of course! I would never forget them." Carla said looking at all of them.

 

"Especially since everytime she visits Guy drools all over her..." Will said softly meant for Guy and Jonny to hear.

 

"You do too, Will!" Guy snapped. Jonny giggled softly.

 

"I know, I'm just saying." Will told Guy.

 

"What are we talking about?" Carla asked looking at Will and Guy mysteriously.

 

"Nothing!" All three of them bllurted out. Chris gave out a little gigle and rolled his eyes.

 

"So how's life in America?" I asked.

 

"It's great. Pretty hot." Said she. She looked back over at the other guys and sighed softly. I couldn't tell who she was looking at, at the moment but she looked just as pleased as Guy, maybe even more pleased, when she looked at him. For all I know, the next week with Carla would be a very nice one for sure. She's always brought me loads of joy when I needed it.

 

"Want to get settled into the hotel soon?" I asked carla. I felt tired from all the recent concerts and I bet she did too from her traveling all the ways from America to here in the UK.

 

"Sure," she replied. "I'm pretty sore, I'm guessing that you are too."

 

"Deffinetly," I replied.

 

 

 

I LOVE THESE FICS! :dance:

:wink3:

i'm thinking about posting the first chapter of my next fic, even though it's not finished yet...

but it's a tad similar to jknc's :uhoh:

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ok, but i promise that i didn't steal the idea. :D

:escaping:

i'm thinking about posting the first chapter of my next fic, even though it's not finished yet...

but it's a tad similar to jknc's :uhoh:

 

 

 

I am so sorry.:cry:

I didn't mean to take your idea.

Please post yours too.:D

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lol

i actually typed

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My Star is Fading

 

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

Something was definitely wrong. Chris had his good days and his bad days, but for the past few weeks he'd been acting really strange. At first, I didn't really think anything of his behavior; I just passed it off as Chris being Chris. But after a couple of days... I was getting really worried.

 

Usually when he messed up lyrics or chords to a song, he'd just make fun of himself and start over. Now it seemed like he was almost afraid of messing up. I'd often see him looking around nervously when he came close to doing anything wrong, actually. He even seemed to be slightly more afraid of Will.

 

“Sorry, Will,” he said after he'd said something about Guy being the most handsome. We were at the Bakery, working on new material.

 

“... Why are you apologizing to me?” Will asked with a very confused look on his face.

 

“Uh... I don't know. Sorry.” Chris looked down at his piano and sighed. He looked like he was in pain.

 

“Um, I think we're done for today,” Will said, probably noticing Chris' odd behavior. “We can pick up where we left off tomorrow... or something.”

 

“Yeah, that's a good idea,” Guy agreed. I nodded, still looking at Chris. “...Chris?”

 

“Huh?” He alertly looked up and around the room. “Oh, uh... yeah. Tomorrow. So... we'll all just... go home, then?”

 

“Yeah, that's what we usually do. Not like you... have to, though. There's no, you know, law or anything.”

 

“Right, no... home. That's good.” Chris yet again looked down at his piano, and Will and Guy began to leave. I wasn't sure whether or not I should go with them, or stay and talk to Chris. I was really worried about him, and I could tell the others were, too. But they didn't seem to want to find out what was wrong.

 

“Aren't you going, Jonny?” Chris asked. I looked around to see that while I had just been standing, staring at and worrying about Chris, both Guy and Will had left. I figured I might as well try to talk to him.

 

“Yeah, but, um...” I walked over to the piano, resting my arms on the top. “What's wrong?”

 

“What do you mean?” He was still looking down. He was still in pain.

 

“You've been acting really strange lately.” He looked up at me. There was a sort of frightened look seeping through his eyes.

 

“It's nothing,” he sighed, and for the third time he looked down. I walked around the side of the piano, and place my hand on his shoulder. “Everything's OK, Jonny. You can leave.”

 

“Chris, I know you're lying. But, whatever it is you're going through, I'm here for you, remember that. And Guy and Will are here for you, too.”

 

“Why? All I ever do is mess things up.”

 

“That's not true.”

 

“Then why...” he began, his pitch getting higher. “No, I mess everything up. Otherwise... otherwise everything would be OK.”

 

“I thought you already said everything was OK.”

 

“There's nothing I can do to fix it, so it might as well be.”

 

“Fix what?”

 

“It doesn't matter, Jonny! You should go home. Relax and stuff... you deserve it.”

 

“And what about you?”

 

“I don't deserve anything. I'm a horrible person.” He raised his left arm, resting his elbow on the piano and his head in his hand. His sleeve fell down a bit as he did so. That's when I noticed a rather large purplish spot on Chris' forearm.

 

“Chris, what's that?” I asked, pointing to the spot.

 

“Uh, it's nothing,” he said, quickly pulling back his arm and trying to cover it up. “It's nothing.”

 

“Chris,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling the sleeve back. There were a whole bunch of bruises, all various sizes, covering his forearm. “Chris... you didn't do this to yourself, did you?”

 

“Maybe I did.” I could tell he was lying. “But it's my arm, and I'm allowed to do whatever I please to it.”

 

“Why would you do that?” I played along, hoping that I could somehow get the truth out of him.

 

“Because I'm a horrible person and everything that goes wrong in my life is my fault and my fault only. So... I should be punished, right?” The way he said it sounded less like him trying to explain to me and more like him trying to convince himself. But why would he convince himself that he was worthless?

 

 

I am so sorry.:cry:

I didn't mean to take your idea.

Please post yours too.:D

 

no, you don't have to be sorry!

yours was probably better than mine'll be anyway. :P

jknc-i wuved it! :wacky:

 

brooke-NO CHRIS NO!!!!!!!!!!!!:bigcry:

My Star is Fading

 

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

Something was definitely wrong. Chris had his good days and his bad days, but for the past few weeks he'd been acting really strange. At first, I didn't really think anything of his behavior; I just passed it off as Chris being Chris. But after a couple of days... I was getting really worried.

 

Usually when he messed up lyrics or chords to a song, he'd just make fun of himself and start over. Now it seemed like he was almost afraid of messing up. I'd often see him looking around nervously when he came close to doing anything wrong, actually. He even seemed to be slightly more afraid of Will.

 

“Sorry, Will,” he said after he'd said something about Guy being the most handsome. We were at the Bakery, working on new material.

 

“... Why are you apologizing to me?” Will asked with a very confused look on his face.

 

“Uh... I don't know. Sorry.” Chris looked down at his piano and sighed. He looked like he was in pain.

 

“Um, I think we're done for today,” Will said, probably noticing Chris' odd behavior. “We can pick up where we left off tomorrow... or something.”

 

“Yeah, that's a good idea,” Guy agreed. I nodded, still looking at Chris. “...Chris?”

 

“Huh?” He alertly looked up and around the room. “Oh, uh... yeah. Tomorrow. So... we'll all just... go home, then?”

 

“Yeah, that's what we usually do. Not like you... have to, though. There's no, you know, law or anything.”

 

“Right, no... home. That's good.” Chris yet again looked down at his piano, and Will and Guy began to leave. I wasn't sure whether or not I should go with them, or stay and talk to Chris. I was really worried about him, and I could tell the others were, too. But they didn't seem to want to find out what was wrong.

 

“Aren't you going, Jonny?” Chris asked. I looked around to see that while I had just been standing, staring at and worrying about Chris, both Guy and Will had left. I figured I might as well try to talk to him.

 

“Yeah, but, um...” I walked over to the piano, resting my arms on the top. “What's wrong?”

 

“What do you mean?” He was still looking down. He was still in pain.

 

“You've been acting really strange lately.” He looked up at me. There was a sort of frightened look seeping through his eyes.

 

“It's nothing,” he sighed, and for the third time he looked down. I walked around the side of the piano, and place my hand on his shoulder. “Everything's OK, Jonny. You can leave.”

 

“Chris, I know you're lying. But, whatever it is you're going through, I'm here for you, remember that. And Guy and Will are here for you, too.”

 

“Why? All I ever do is mess things up.”

 

“That's not true.”

 

“Then why...” he began, his pitch getting higher. “No, I mess everything up. Otherwise... otherwise everything would be OK.”

 

“I thought you already said everything was OK.”

 

“There's nothing I can do to fix it, so it might as well be.”

 

“Fix what?”

 

“It doesn't matter, Jonny! You should go home. Relax and stuff... you deserve it.”

 

“And what about you?”

 

“I don't deserve anything. I'm a horrible person.” He raised his left arm, resting his elbow on the piano and his head in his hand. His sleeve fell down a bit as he did so. That's when I noticed a rather large purplish spot on Chris' forearm.

 

“Chris, what's that?” I asked, pointing to the spot.

 

“Uh, it's nothing,” he said, quickly pulling back his arm and trying to cover it up. “It's nothing.”

 

“Chris,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling the sleeve back. There were a whole bunch of bruises, all various sizes, covering his forearm. “Chris... you didn't do this to yourself, did you?”

 

“Maybe I did.” I could tell he was lying. “But it's my arm, and I'm allowed to do whatever I please to it.”

 

“Why would you do that?” I played along, hoping that I could somehow get the truth out of him.

 

“Because I'm a horrible person and everything that goes wrong in my life is my fault and my fault only. So... I should be punished, right?” The way he said it sounded less like him trying to explain to me and more like him trying to convince himself. But why would he convince himself that he was worthless?

 

 

 

 

Holy Crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:shy:

That's really good.

 

But you need to post them like fast like jknc. :P Just a tip. ;) It'll help you save time. Plus you won't have to make a bunch of posts, etc.

 

I'm saying this all for your sake. It's definately not because I want to read it. ;)

:laugh3: its brilliant brooke!

fine, i shall post the second part now.

but no more for tonight... cause i only have two chapters written so far. :P

 

My Star is Fading

 

Part 2

 

 

 

Chris' POV

Her name was Rachel. I thought she was beautiful. Dark brown hair, lovely hazel eyes, and a smile that could light up a whole room. That's how it was at first. We dated for a month or so, then she moved in with me. It might have been a bit too soon, but we were very serious and very happy together.

 

After a few weeks, though, things started to change. Some nights she wouldn't come home. I worried quite a lot, which is not new to me, but it still didn't feel good. When she did come home, she was usually... not in a right state. Dark circles formed under her formerly lovely hazel eyes, her face was always pale and gaunt, and she seemed to be thinner everyday.

 

One day she came home, obviously hopped up on some form of drug. I asked her about it, because I was worried and everything, but she didn't want to give me a straight answer. We ended up getting in a fight.

 

We were just yelling back and forth, me expressing my concern and her denying whatever she was doing. I took it too far, or something, because she got really angry. She shoved me up against the wall and... Well, needless to say I ended up with a hand print on my face and a sore stomach.

 

I thought it would stop there. I thought she would stop there. But she didn't.

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Jonny's POV

 

“Oh, no...” He looked at me, the fear returning to his eyes. “Chris... no...”

 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he quickly said.

 

“Chris, you have to stop this. You have to get help. There are numbers you can call, people you can talk to-”

 

“Don't tell anyone.” His tone turned very serious. I shook my head. “No one can know about this. If anyone finds out, it'll only get worse. It's OK as it is now. Just leave it. I can handle it.”

 

“Chris, you think this is OK?” I asked, pointing to his arm.

 

“There's only a few bruises.”

 

“Only? This is serious, Chris. You know it won't stop there... wait, it hasn't already... I mean, there hasn't been any worse yet, has there?”

 

“I...” he began. Suddenly, the piano was with collecting a pool of Chris' tears. “I can't say or else... or else everything will get worse.”

 

“Well, nothing's going to get better if you just let this happen. How... how could...”

 

“How could I let this happen? It's my fault, I know. It's always my fault.”

 

“No, Chris, it's not your fault. You're not the one doing this. She is. How could she do this to you?”

 

“She's only doing what she should be.”

 

“Stop making up excuses for her! What she's doing is wrong, Chris, and I know you know it. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise and let me get you help. You need help.”

 

“But it's hard enough as it is to come home and... and... I can't even say hi to her without doing something wrong.”

 

“You're not doing anything wrong. Don't let her make you think that you are.”

 

“...I don't want her to hurt me anymore,” he quietly said. I sat down on the piano bench next to him and put my arm around him. He buried his head in my shoulder and began to shake and sob.

 

“Then let me help you.”

 

“I'm afraid, Jonny.”

 

“I know, I know. But we'll get you help, and it'll all be OK. It'll take some time, but things will get better.”

 

“You don't know that.”