Finding my Sunshine (Part 2)

 

 

 

 

Guy's POV

 

I've loved so many girls, but already I could tell this one had a much different attitude than any other one. Carla tried to keep everything positive and make sure everyone else was happy before herself, even if she was the guest. I approached her, struggling with one of her bags.

 

"Want me to help you?" I asked her with white smile.

 

"If you don't mind," she replied. I swooped one of the luggage bags from her hands into mine. She smiled thankfully as we entered the hotel. She layed her bags on the bed and dug into one, and then a pulled out a photograph in an old wooden frame. It was a pictue of her, Chris and Jonny at an amusment park.

 

"So I guess your pretty tight with Jonny too?" I asked her and looked back at the picture.

 

She picked up the picture, "This?" She faced it torwards me and then put it back town. "It's from many, many years ago, when we were in college, infact." She sighed. "We were real tight back then."

 

"Did something happen?" I asked her mysteriously.

 

"Between me and Jonny, of course not! Me, him and Chris were the best of friends." She seemed overjoyed to say it. Then her bright smile went to a frown. "It's just that a friendship can change over so many years. I saw Chris only five years ago, but this picture represents the last time I got to see Jonny, and this picture is now treasure to me."

 

"Did something change?" I asked. I felt like I was quizzing her so I used an even lighter tone.

 

"N-no," she sighed. "It's just been a while."

 

"I'm going to unpack my stuff," I told her. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

 

"Of course."

 

 

 

DP

:p

Side Effects

Chapter 11 (nearly done...)

 

 

 

 

“We’re just trying to figure out what to do.” said Jonny quietly, his hand on my shoulder. “How much time to take off. We need your help on this, Guy…tell us what you need.”

 

“I can work.” I insisted for the twentieth time. “I don’t need a lot of time off. I need to do something. What do you expect me to do otherwise? Sit around home pitying myself?” I snapped.

 

“No,” Chris murmured. “But don’t you think you need some time to…”

 

“To what, man? See a shrink?”

 

“Well, maybe.” he said weakly. I shifted in my seat, and I could feel the back of my shirt beginning to stick to my skin. The scrutiny I was under was completely unbearable. It had been three days since the other two found out about the rape, and now the rest of the band had pulled together to discuss me. We were all gathered in my flat like old times, but I felt as if I were on display.

 

Will couldn’t seem to face me, however. He sat in a chair separate from everyone else and rubbed his hands together, rarely offering his opinion. Whenever I caught him looking at me, I would turn away quickly, my face growing pale. I was convinced he would never speak to me again.

 

Jonny sighed and patted my shoulder gently before moving his hand back to his lap. He was probably the only person that I was comfortable with touching me. Maybe it was because he knew me best; knew exactly what I’d been through. I felt more normal with him around. “No. No way, I can’t do this.” I whispered, staring at my sneakers.

 

“Guy’s right,” Jonny said slowly. “It’s his decision.”

 

“But…”

 

“Just give it time, Chris.”

 

“Could you all just…leave?” I asked, still looking at the floor. “Please.” Jonny looked at Chris, who looked back at him. Will didn’t look anywhere.

 

“I’m sorry, Guy.” murmured Chris. “I didn’t mean to sound like I was…”

 

“It’s not you. I just want to be alone.” I insisted. “It’s my flat, innit?”

 

Jonny nodded and stood up, smoothing out his shirt. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you, okay?” he said, smiling at me. I returned it half-heartedly and watched him take Chris by the arm and drag the other man towards the door. Chris dragged his feet a bit, but eventually they both left. Oh, fuck. That meant I was alone with Will, who hadn’t even moved yet.

 

I stood up and paced the floor a bit, not wanting to say anything. “I know you want me out, but I need to talk to you.” he said suddenly.

 

I sat back down, placing both feet firmly on the ground. “When I left, after you told me what happened…I didn’t believe you. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that something like this could happen to you. But I thought about everything that had happened, and it made sense. I knew you were telling the truth, and I hated myself for walking out. Hated myself.” he paused to wipe his forehead. “I wanted to talk to you, but you were so…detached. I thought you hated me too. And maybe you do, I don’t know. But I need you to know that I’m sorry. And that it wasn’t your fault.

 

“Looking back on it, I was complete shit to you. I definitely deserved that punch,” he said, running a hand over his jaw. “I just didn’t realize why you got so upset...”

 

I didn’t want to hear anymore. I was shaking from head to foot in shock and anger, but not all of it was aimed at him; much of it was directed towards myself. “No,” I whispered. “You...get out. Now.”

 

Will stood quickly, holding up his hands. “Guy, please...”

 

“I don’t want to hear it!” I cried, pointing at the door. “I don’t want you in my flat!”

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he yelled back. “Just...let’s talk...”

 

“I hate you,” I hissed. As I said it, I wished he would hit me; get me to shut up. But he stood, silent, his reaction barely visible. “I hate you!” I repeated, my anger refusing to dissipate. It felt as if every word I said was ripping me apart.

 

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered. “You should hate me.”

 

“Good. ‘Cause I do. You walked out, Will. You left. How could you do that to me?” I all but screamed. “I trusted you!” And that was true. It had taken nearly all of the trust I had to tell him. And he had taken everything I’d poured out and shattered it. With just a few, short steps.

 

“I know,” he choked out. “I know. You’re right to hate me. But I’m sorry. Guy, I’m sorry.”

 

I paused, my uncertainty catching up with me and my fury ebbing away. I didn’t hate Will; I don’t think I ever could. I wanted him to stop me; to tell me that I didn’t mean what I was saying. I wanted so badly to trust him; lean on him in some way. But I didn’t know if I could. There was no denying he had hurt me deeply by the way he’d acted, but I could also understand why he’d done the things he did. And he was apologizing, which had to mean something, didn’t it? He was here, asking forgiveness. I sank onto the couch and dropped my head in my hands.

 

Will cleared his throat. “I’ll go.”

 

“I don’t...I don’t hate you,” I whispered. Will was silent once more. “But you must hate me...”

 

“What?” he choked out. “How could I...ever...?”

 

“I don’t know what to do. Will, I don’t know...anything.”

 

“I’d still love you like a brother...even if you wished I were dead,” he said quietly. “You know that.”

 

I swallowed, my throat nearly too tight to speak. “I d-don’t hate you,” I repeated. Will slowly moved to sit down next to me. I shook my head, and sobs threatened to take over my body. “I don’t...I...” Before I could finish my sentence, Will hugged me. I froze in shock, my skin feeling as if it had just been lit on fire. He wasn’t just touching me, no. He was holding me. Oh god. At first, I squirmed feebly, murmuring incoherently for him to let me go. He didn’t. But my murmurings quickly turned to crying, and all of my control was lost.

 

“Shh...” he soothed, tentatively running a hand through my hair. “Shh…”

 

I wasn’t able to speak, so instead I weaved my arms around Will’s back and held him close. I felt feverish; like there was liquid heat pouring down my face. I could barely breathe, and yet I couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. Will’s hands moved under my shoulders and he shifted me around so my chin was resting against his shoulder. Now I could breathe, or at least pull in a few short gasps through my sobbing.

 

By the time I wore myself out, I was limp in his arms. He tried to sit me up, but I groaned and let myself fall back over to alleviate the lightheadedness of sitting straight. “Guy...” he whispered. “Are you alright?”

 

“Mmm,” I moaned, having no idea what I was saying.

 

“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” Will asked as a hand moved over my back. No doubt he was feeling how badly I was shaking, or how thin I seemed to have gotten.

 

“Jonny...made me eat somethin’ last night,” I admitted, closing my eyes against the fabric of his shirt. Will was holding his breath, as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he did.

 

“It’s lunchtime now.” It is? I had no idea where time was flying off to. But I didn’t feel hungry, so I shrugged. “You should eat something.” I didn’t want to answer.

 

“Can you do that?”

 

I swallowed and nodded, my face burning with shame. Will stood up and paced the room, acting quite at home. He looked down at himself, and I cringed. A large portion of his shirt seemed to be soaking wet. I stood up, nearly toppling over, and stumbled into my room. I pulled a larger shirt out of a drawer and managed to get it back to Will. “Here,” I murmured, holding it out to him. He took it slowly and mumbled his thanks. Then he tugged off the old one, and I automatically glanced away as he changed.

 

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he said quickly, looking at me as if I might disappear. “Please don’t run off.”

 

“Run off?” I whispered to myself. But he was already gone; taking off down the stairs. I stared ahead through the open door and moved to close it. Then I sank back onto the couch and curled up, wondering vaguely why Will had run away on me. To get food? Maybe. I told myself I didn’t care if he came back or not; he was probably better off not returning to watch me struggle to hold down a meal.

 

He returned in less than fifteen minutes.

 

 

Aww, very sweet!! Will + Guy chemistry is great.

 

Can't wait for more!! :dance:!!

i love it kyra! i read the part where will said "let's talk" and i was like "let's taaaaaaalk"

Finding my Sunshine (Part 2)[/color]

 

 

 

 

Guy's POV

 

I've loved so many girls, but already I could tell this one had a much different attitude than any other one. Carla tried to keep everything positive and make sure everyone else was happy before herself, even if she was the guest. I approached her, struggling with one of her bags.

 

"Want me to help you?" I asked her with white smile.

 

"If you don't mind," she replied. I swooped one of the luggage bags from her hands into mine. She smiled thankfully as we entered the hotel. She layed her bags on the bed and dug into one, and then a pulled out a photograph in an old wooden frame. It was a pictue of her, Chris and Jonny at an amusment park.

 

"So I guess your pretty tight with Jonny too?" I asked her and looked back at the picture.

 

She picked up the picture, "This?" She faced it torwards me and then put it back town. "It's from many, many years ago, when we were in college, infact." She sighed. "We were real tight back then."

 

"Did something happen?" I asked her mysteriously.

 

"Between me and Jonny, of course not! Me, him and Chris were the best of friends." She seemed overjoyed to say it. Then her bright smile went to a frown. "It's just that a friendship can change over so many years. I saw Chris only five years ago, but this picture represents the last time I got to see Jonny, and this picture is now treasure to me."

 

"Did something change?" I asked. I felt like I was quizzing her so I used an even lighter tone.

 

"N-no," she sighed. "It's just been a while."

 

"I'm going to unpack my stuff," I told her. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

 

"Of course."

 

 

 

http://www.dramabutton.com/

lol :laugh1:

 

 

 

The most misery I've ever caused Chris go through is giving a way a cat he had for 3 days... :confused: :lol:

 

 

 

I killed him once.

I've had Chris beaten up, Guy sexually assaulted, Jonny emotionally scarred, and Will...well he had to watch it all.

 

But at least I've never killed anyone! :uhoh2: Except for Eddie...but he doesn't count.

I've had Chris beaten up, Guy sexually assaulted, Jonny emotionally scarred, and Will...well he had to watch it all.

 

But at least I've never killed anyone! :uhoh2: Except for Eddie...but he doesn't count.

 

 

 

I know.............I know..........What can I say???

It was my first and at the time I thought it would be the only story I would ever write on this board.

I learned a lesson with that one.

I was going to, but, couldn't. :sad:.

 

I didn't want to go through what jnkc did and feel terrible for weeks. :shrug:.

 

 

Yeah, I think we all know now, don't kill the boys. :D

I've killed people in other fanfics, though. Non-Coldplay ones. :D

So the people weren't real.

Hah, I've killed plenty of fictional characters. :sneaky:.

:uhoh:

:escaping:

:D!

 

Anyways!!

 

I'm writing a new fic.

 

 

And I'm going to try to finish it first before I post any, so, I don't feel the pressure to write.

 

:D

 

Probably be up sometime when the new FanFic thread is made. :D

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Yay!! James Bond Guy is back!! :D!!!

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I killed him once.

 

i... killed Jonny and had Chris kill himself (even though that wasn't the ending i originally wrote, it still felt horrible), had crazy psychos kidnap Chris and now he's a victim of domestic violence. :bigcry:

Chris seems to be an easy target for fanfic misery. :\

...but i also wrote a few happy fanfics too, so maybe it kinda balances out. :shrug:

 

:shame:

:cheesy: Treachery is great!!

and i can't wait for your fanfic, christina! :D

:blush:!!

 

EDIT: I think I'm going to post chapter one, just to see what you guys think. :D

 

It's Chris/Jon love!

Come on, Brooke...let's get going with that domestic abuse story! :whip:

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

Defined.

CHAPTER 1.

 

 

 

"Wider!" Jonny screamed excitedly.

 

Chris put two fingers in his mouth, pulling his lips as far apart as possible. "I can’t go further than that!" he mumbled. "Just do it!"

 

Jon carefully threw the Cheeto in Chris’s direction. Being so light, it did the same thing it did the last six hundred times they played this game; it flew in the opposite direction of Chris’s face. Chris, already on the two back legs of his chair, reached his mouth out to try to catch the Cheeto, and ended up falling onto the hard kitchen tile.

 

"Hah!" Jon laughed hysterically. "I win!"

 

"Again!" Chris cried from the floor.

 

Before they could continue with their vigorous games, Guy walked in the door, hand in hand with his longtime girlfriend Elizabeth. Liz smiled at the two of them while Guy stared blankly and Chris, who was still face down on the tile. He looked up at Jon. "Do I want to know?"

 

"No." Jon tried to subtly pull the Cheeto bag off the table. "What’s up?"

 

Guy helped Chris up off the ground, scraped a stray Cheeto off of one of the chairs and sat down. Elizabeth was still quiet behind him. She never said much to Guy’s friends, no matter how close they were. The first two weeks they were dating, Chris could’ve sworn she was a mute.

 

"So," Guy squeezed Elizabeth’s hand. "we have something to tell and ask you two."

 

Chris and Jon exchanged looks.

 

"We, um," Guy blushed a little. "Elizabeth and I are getting married."

 

"Oh wow!" Jon smiled brightly, standing up to give his mate a hug.

 

Chris followed his move. "That’s so great! Congratulations, man!"

 

"That’s not all the great news!" Guy said happily. "Well, since Will is away for

the next three months, we want you two to write our wedding song."

 

Jon and Chris’s faces were blank. They were trying to figure out if he was serious or this was all some really sick joke.

 

There was silence in the room for a minute.

 

"Wow," Chris coughed. "um, really?"

 

Jon stayed silent.

 

Guy nodded intensely. "I know it’s a hard thing to do, but, you two being best friends and all, you should be able to write a love song together, right?"

 

The two looked at the floor.

 

"Great talk!" Guy said, standing up. "Please let me know by tomorrow if I have to get someone else."

 

And with that, the couple walked out of the room.

 

Chris sat down on his chair, staring blankly at the table. "Shit." he mumbled.

 

"Double shit."

 

"Triple shit!" Chris smiled.

 

Jonny hesitated. "Ahh, you win."

 

Chris giggled. "So, are we going to do it?"

 

"Dunno."

 

"Should we?"

 

"We should." Jon replied.

 

"That would make us good friends?"

 

"It would make us good friends."

 

A few more seconds of silence.

 

"So, I guess we’re doing it." Jon smiled.

 

"I guess so."

 

They stared at each other, and before Jon could make another comment, Chris snatched the Cheetos out of his hand. "Your turn!" He beamed.

　

 

Will had gotten the news while sitting quietly inside his hotel room that Guy asked Jon and Chris to write his wedding song. He was hurt by the news, knowing that he couldn’t contribute because of his long family vacation he was taking with his wife and kids in Greece. It was something he couldn’t understand at first.

 

"Jon and Chris?" he whined through the phone.

 

Guy sighed. "I’m really sorry, man. Of course you know that if you were here, I would’ve asked you first. You’re the best writer out of all of us." he tried to chuckle at his own joke.

Will pulled at his shirt, watching his kids dance around on the beach outside their room.

"Well. Um. This sounds childish but, do I get anything they don’t?"

 

"I was hoping you’d ask that." Guy said. "Go down to the hotel lobby."

 

"What?"

 

"Just do it."

 

Will followed his command, and left his wife and children out on the beach, wondering why he was wandering around the hotel on his cell phone. He went down to the fancy front lobby. "Okay, I’m here." Will started to look for something, someone, or even Guy.

 

"Ask the front teller if you have any mail."

 

He walked up to a tall, tan man with salt and pepper hair, and asked him. The man smiled, pulled a box out from underneath his desk. Will excitedly started to open it there, Guy waiting on the other line. There was blue tissue paper filling ninety percent of the large box. He finally pulled out a small, brown notebook that said "The BM Speech".

 

"William Champion, will you be my best man?"

 

 

 

 

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