No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground

 

VOLUME TWO

PART ONE: Phil

 

 

 

May 2nd, 2011

 

Dear Diary,

Me and Emily are getting married! I can't wait, we're hoping to have it in the summer. Life is looking great. We have already talked about kids and are trying for one! I'm hoping for a little Phil, she is hoping for a little Emily. We will have to see. One step at a time.

 

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11th November, 2014

 

Dear Diary,

Me and Amy are getting married! I have moved on from Emily. She would of wanted me to get married to someone else as I didn't get married to her. This is going to be great and hopefully nothing will go wrong this time. Jonny, Will and of course Chris have said that they will come. I am going to ask Chris to be my best man. I would love Adam to be best man but I think he is a little bit too young.

 

WHO'S DEAD?

 

This is very...suspenseful! :wreck:

;)

Where is GUY?

No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground

 

VOLUME TWO

PART TWO: Guy

 

 

 

July 19th 2010,

 

Dear Diary,

We are performing for the Queen. Yes- The Queen, tomorrow. It's going to be the most important gig of our career. It has to go perfect. I can't wait but I am a bit nervous.

 

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January 26th, 2011

 

Dear Diary,

I met a guy named Ben today. He's a bass player in a band named 'Twisted Doors'. He's a great player. You know, if I ever left Coldplay, I would want him to replace me haha. Just joking.

 

This is kinda confusing

This looks intriguing.

 

I wish it was done by date though.

Good news, friends! They DO have an internet connection at this tiny little inn! You know what that means...! Actually, this is my least favorite chapter. I think it's sort of choppy. The next two my favorite...:D

 

BTW this is a...6 chapter story.

 

Healing - Chapter 4

 

 

 

Thankfully, Chris didn’t try to limp off while I gathered my sleeping niece in my arms and carried her to the living room. I placed her on the couch next to Chris, who looked almost comfortable again. He tickled her belly with his fingertips as I pulled on a light sweatshirt, keeping an eye on both of them.

 

Chris seemed completely charmed by Julie, but I didn’t want to take my concentration off him for a moment, just in case he decided to make a run for it. Sure, he wouldn’t get too far, but I really didn’t want to have to chase him down.

 

“I’m not going to run away, man.” said Chris quietly, offering me a small smile. “How far do you think I’d get?”

 

I didn’t smile back, but I looked at the floor instead of at him. “Not too far.”

 

“Can you help me get up here?” asked Chris, reaching out to me. “It’s a little hard to move.” The vulnerability and trust pouring out of him rooted me to the floor. Why did this have to happen to him? Why Chris?

 

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I was shocked as we managed to reach the hospital with no one realizing who we were. Chris had pulled the hood of his jacket down to shadow his face, and no one really knew me at all. Along with staying inconspicuous, walking had actually been the easiest part of our trip to the hospital. Driving, on the other hand...it had been painful for both of us.

 

In the car, Chris had whimpered and gasped in pain at every bump in the road, or anything else that jarred his injuries. Julie, completely oblivious, sat in her little seat I had just acquired earlier, and had promptly fallen asleep the moment I started the car. I had been thankful for it, because it meant that Chris wouldn’t have to hide his pain as much. He still tried to, however, and every time I looked over at him, he was gripping the seat a little harder. His knuckles were completely white by the time we reached the hospital, and he looked as if he were about to be sick.

 

Now that we were actually in the parking lot, I didn’t move to get out of the car. Chris didn’t either, so I decided to take a breather and open both our windows. The surprisingly warm air that flooded into the car was a huge comfort. With it came the sounds of the city, somewhat loud, but calming at the same time. At least it was calming to Chris...most of his pain seemed to have melted away. I looked over at him. “Ready?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

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Unfortunately, his sense of calm from outside didn’t make it into the building.

 

Sitting in the ER, Chris was in a constant state of unease. He gripped the leg of his trousers and kneaded it, rocked himself back and forth, took his hand off his leg, then started biting his nails. I’d never even seen him bite his nails before.

 

When his knee began to bounce, I stopped ignoring it all. I shifted Julie to one arm and placed my free hand firmly on Chris’s leg, cutting off the bouncing. He looked up at me, a bit confused.

 

“Calm down.” I whispered.

 

“Sorry.” Chris muttered. “I’d get up and move around some, but it hurts.” It was the first time he really sounded bitter, and I was partially relieved. He was finally showing a normal human reaction. He then gave a low groan, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Will.”

 

“It doesn’t matter.” I paused, and then placed my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, look at me.” Chris continued to stare at his hands. “Chris.” I said firmly. He finally looked up. “It’s going to be okay, you know.”

 

His bright blue eyes fixated on my darker ones. “Okay.” he whispered.

 

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By the time Chris was being seen, Janine made it to the hospital and picked up Julie. I was relieved to be rid of that particular burden; it was one less thing to worry about. A few minutes later, I leaned back in my chair, listening intently to the sounds of the hospital. Someone tapped my shoulder, and my eyes opened to find Chris standing over me, his arms draped loosely over his stomach. He appeared all right at first glance, but as I looked him over carefully, I could see he was still on edge. He was trembling, and it was written all over his face that he wanted out.

 

“What’d they do?” I asked, sitting up.

 

“Wrapped my ribs, um...gave me some pain killers...and just sort of poked and prodded to make sure I didn’t have any internal bleeding or whatever.”

 

“Did you?”

 

“No, no...just a cracked rib. Plus the bruising. What did they tell you?” He was biting his lip again, something he didn’t usually do unless he was very uncomfortable.

 

“Not to leave you alone for the night.”

 

“Oh...can we go now?”

 

“I don’t know, can we?”

 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just waiting for you.”

 

“Well, then.” I said, picking myself up stiffly. “After you.”

 

Chris paused, looking around the waiting room. He frowned as he looked up at me. “Where’s Julie?”

 

“Janine picked her up,” I said, smiling. I was surprised that Chris had noticed her absence.

 

“Okay then. Time to, ah, drive.” I could tell he was dreading getting back in my car, and to be honest, so was I. As I walked out in front of him, I prayed the painkillers they gave Chris would kick in by then.

 

aww poor chrissy!!:hug:

 

but very nice job!!! i love it!:D can't wait for more!

Chapter 5 of Healing.

 

 

 

“You never told me what happened, really.” I said as I took Chris’s mug to the sink. He was leaning over the kitchen table, looking much more comfortable now that he was under the effects of some medication. I placed the mug of cold, half-finished tea on the counter and turned around to face him. Chris rubbed his eyes tiredly, not answering at first. “Chris?”

 

“Good tea, thanks...Look, Will, can you help me take this stuff off my chest? They said I probably won’t need it.”

 

“Sure.” I said. Chris paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to move without inducing much pain. He finally lifted the hem of his shirt, and I waited patiently before reaching around his chest and removing the tape. I unraveled the rest of the wrap slowly, keeping some pressure on it. But no matter what I did, he still tensed under my touch. “Okay, done.” I informed him, re-rolling the wrap and tape.

 

“Thanks.” Chris said weakly.

 

We stayed up for another hour, discussing a number of random topics. When I finally checked my watch and saw it was three in the morning, I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I decided to talk to him about his confrontation when he was a little more lucid. That one hour had made Chris more exhausted than I would be if I’d stayed up another five. “Wanna sleep?” I asked him.

 

“No, I want to go home.”

 

“You know you can’t. They told me specifically not to leave you alone for the time being. You’re staying, Chris. Get over it.”

 

He tilted his head and frowned at me, looking like a cross (and half-asleep) seven year-old. “Fine! I’ll stay.” He picked at some loose fibers on the shirt I had lent him and looked down at the sweatpants he was wearing, which were also mine.

 

“Sorry about the clothes, I know they don’t fit you so well.”

 

“S’okay.” he slurred, wrinkling his nose a bit. It was amazing how childlike Chris was when under the influence of just a little medication.

 

“All right, come on.” I said gently, moving up behind him. I kept my hands near his back as he stood, just as a precaution. He shuffled along with no problem, until he started to turn into the living room, heading for the couch. I grabbed his arms and stopped walking. Chris swiveled his head around to face me. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, and very confused.

 

“Will?”

 

“Easy, mate, that’s not where you’re going.” I turned him around and shoved him lightly in the direction of my room. He took a few steps through my door, then stopped.

 

“No, no, no. I’m not taking your bed! I can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Where...where will you sleep?”

 

“On the couch.”

 

“No, I’m not...m-making you sleep on the couch!”

 

“Jesus, mate, just get in the bed.” I made a face. “Okay, that didn’t really come out right. But I mean it. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the couch in your state.” Chris didn’t look convinced, so I took a hold of him again and moved him slowly towards the bed. Of course, he still tried to worm away from my hands as I sat him down on the mattress.

 

As I looked down at Chris, ready to tell him to sit still, I was shocked to see him close to tears. He pulled in a shaky breath, and pressed the back of his pale hand to his mouth.

 

“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, worried.

 

“It’s...just some hours ago I thought I was gonna die. God, I was...so scared they were going to kill me. And now...you’ve been with me the whole night, and just...you...” Chris was pretty far gone by now, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

 

“Hey...it’s okay. You’re all right.” I said quietly. I took a hold of his wrist and rubbed it with my thumb (a trick I’d picked up from my mother). Finally, he stopped shaking and no tears had fallen. I let out a long breath and straightened myself out as Chris sniffed and looked down at the bedspread, practically swaying with exhaustion. To my surprise, he carefully brought his legs up and tugged the sheets over himself. I watched him, bemused, as he struggled to situate himself in my bed. Finally, he laid his head carefully on the pillow I’d supplied him with, and stared up at me timidly.

 

“You okay?” I was still a bit puzzled by his sudden willingness to listen to me. What if he believed this whole thing was his fault?

 

“Mm-hmm.”

 

“Um...okay, then. I’ll get the light.” It’s not your fault, Chris! I wanted so badly to say or do something reassuring, but I couldn’t think of anything.

 

By the time I flicked the light switch off and looked back at Chris, his eyes were closed, although I knew his was still awake. I sighed, dragged myself back to the couch, and threw myself down on it. Within minutes, I was asleep.

 

 

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“You never told me what happened, really.” I said as I took Chris’s mug to the sink. He was leaning over the kitchen table, looking much more comfortable now that he was under the effects of some medication. I placed the mug of cold, half-finished tea on the counter and turned around to face him. Chris rubbed his eyes tiredly, not answering at first. “Chris?”

 

“Good tea, thanks...Look, Will, can you help me take this stuff off my chest? They said I probably won’t need it.”

 

“Sure.” I said. Chris paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to move without inducing much pain. He finally lifted the hem of his shirt, and I waited patiently before reaching around his chest and removing the tape. I unraveled the rest of the wrap slowly, keeping some pressure on it. But no matter what I did, he still tensed under my touch. “Okay, done.” I informed him, re-rolling the wrap and tape.

 

“Thanks.” Chris said weakly.

 

We stayed up for another hour, discussing a number of random topics. When I finally checked my watch and saw it was three in the morning, I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I decided to talk to him about his confrontation when he was a little more lucid. That one hour had made Chris more exhausted than I would be if I’d stayed up another five. “Wanna sleep?” I asked him.

 

“No, I want to go home.”

 

“You know you can’t. They told me specifically not to leave you alone for the time being. You’re staying, Chris. Get over it.”

 

He tilted his head and frowned at me, looking like a cross (and half-asleep) seven year-old. “Fine! I’ll stay.” He picked at some loose fibers on the shirt I had lent him and looked down at the sweatpants he was wearing, which were also mine.

 

“Sorry about the clothes, I know they don’t fit you so well.”

 

“S’okay.” he slurred, wrinkling his nose a bit. It was amazing how childlike Chris was when under the influence of just a little medication.

 

“All right, come on.” I said gently, moving up behind him. I kept my hands near his back as he stood, just as a precaution. He shuffled along with no problem, until he started to turn into the living room, heading for the couch. I grabbed his arms and stopped walking. Chris swiveled his head around to face me. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, and very confused.

 

“Will?”

 

“Easy, mate, that’s not where you’re going.” I turned him around and shoved him lightly in the direction of my room. He took a few steps through my door, then stopped.

 

“No, no, no. I’m not taking your bed! I can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Where...where will you sleep?”

 

“On the couch.”

 

“No, I’m not...m-making you sleep on the couch!”

 

“Jesus, mate, just get in the bed.” I made a face. “Okay, that didn’t really come out right. But I mean it. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the couch in your state.” Chris didn’t look convinced, so I took a hold of him again and moved him slowly towards the bed. Of course, he still tried to worm away from my hands as I sat him down on the mattress.

 

As I looked down at Chris, ready to tell him to sit still, I was shocked to see him close to tears. He pulled in a shaky breath, and pressed the back of his pale hand to his mouth.

 

“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, worried.

 

“It’s...just some hours ago I thought I was gonna die. God, I was...so scared they were going to kill me. And now...you’ve been with me the whole night, and just...you...” Chris was pretty far gone by now, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

 

“Hey...it’s okay. You’re all right.” I said quietly. I took a hold of his wrist and rubbed it with my thumb (a trick I’d picked up from my mother). Finally, he stopped shaking and no tears had fallen. I let out a long breath and straightened myself out as Chris sniffed and looked down at the bedspread, practically swaying with exhaustion. To my surprise, he carefully brought his legs up and tugged the sheets over himself. I watched him, bemused, as he struggled to situate himself in my bed. Finally, he laid his head carefully on the pillow I’d supplied him with, and stared up at me timidly.

 

“You okay?” I was still a bit puzzled by his sudden willingness to listen to me. What if he believed this whole thing was his fault?

 

“Mm-hmm.”

 

“Um...okay, then. I’ll get the light.” It’s not your fault, Chris! I wanted so badly to say or do something reassuring, but I couldn’t think of anything.

 

By the time I flicked the light switch off and looked back at Chris, his eyes were closed, although I knew his was still awake. I sighed, dragged myself back to the couch, and threw myself down on it. Within minutes, I was asleep.

 

sooo good!!:D i love it!!:heart:

but again, poor chrissy!

 

can't wait for chapter 6!:dance:

Thank you! :heart:

I never thought I'd get such a huge response to this fic from you guys!

You're all such good, kind readers. :nice:

You're lucky you posted that then - I was just about to update the list. :P

 

I think I got all teary :lol:

Awww...teary?

Oooh. I just read all 5 chapters of "Healing."

 

I love it. It's great.

Awww...teary?

 

Yes. I know, I am an emotional noob when it comes to anything Chris-related :rolleyes: 'specially stories of him being

beaten up :disappointed:

 

Oooh. I just read all 5 chapters of "Healing."

 

I love it. It's great.

 

Ooh, a new reader! Thanks Prospekt.

 

And Emma, I have the same problem. I think I cried while writing a chapter of Healing. How pathetic is that? :P

Healing[/size][/color][/font].

 

 

 

“You never told me what happened, really.” I said as I took Chris’s mug to the sink. He was leaning over the kitchen table, looking much more comfortable now that he was under the effects of some medication. I placed the mug of cold, half-finished tea on the counter and turned around to face him. Chris rubbed his eyes tiredly, not answering at first. “Chris?”

 

“Good tea, thanks...Look, Will, can you help me take this stuff off my chest? They said I probably won’t need it.”

 

“Sure.” I said. Chris paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to move without inducing much pain. He finally lifted the hem of his shirt, and I waited patiently before reaching around his chest and removing the tape. I unraveled the rest of the wrap slowly, keeping some pressure on it. But no matter what I did, he still tensed under my touch. “Okay, done.” I informed him, re-rolling the wrap and tape.

 

“Thanks.” Chris said weakly.

 

We stayed up for another hour, discussing a number of random topics. When I finally checked my watch and saw it was three in the morning, I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I decided to talk to him about his confrontation when he was a little more lucid. That one hour had made Chris more exhausted than I would be if I’d stayed up another five. “Wanna sleep?” I asked him.

 

“No, I want to go home.”

 

“You know you can’t. They told me specifically not to leave you alone for the time being. You’re staying, Chris. Get over it.”

 

He tilted his head and frowned at me, looking like a cross (and half-asleep) seven year-old. “Fine! I’ll stay.” He picked at some loose fibers on the shirt I had lent him and looked down at the sweatpants he was wearing, which were also mine.

 

“Sorry about the clothes, I know they don’t fit you so well.”

 

“S’okay.” he slurred, wrinkling his nose a bit. It was amazing how childlike Chris was when under the influence of just a little medication.

 

“All right, come on.” I said gently, moving up behind him. I kept my hands near his back as he stood, just as a precaution. He shuffled along with no problem, until he started to turn into the living room, heading for the couch. I grabbed his arms and stopped walking. Chris swiveled his head around to face me. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, and very confused.

 

“Will?”

 

“Easy, mate, that’s not where you’re going.” I turned him around and shoved him lightly in the direction of my room. He took a few steps through my door, then stopped.

 

“No, no, no. I’m not taking your bed! I can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Where...where will you sleep?”

 

“On the couch.”

 

“No, I’m not...m-making you sleep on the couch!”

 

“Jesus, mate, just get in the bed.” I made a face. “Okay, that didn’t really come out right. But I mean it. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the couch in your state.” Chris didn’t look convinced, so I took a hold of him again and moved him slowly towards the bed. Of course, he still tried to worm away from my hands as I sat him down on the mattress.

 

As I looked down at Chris, ready to tell him to sit still, I was shocked to see him close to tears. He pulled in a shaky breath, and pressed the back of his pale hand to his mouth.

 

“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, worried.

 

“It’s...just some hours ago I thought I was gonna die. God, I was...so scared they were going to kill me. And now...you’ve been with me the whole night, and just...you...” Chris was pretty far gone by now, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

 

“Hey...it’s okay. You’re all right.” I said quietly. I took a hold of his wrist and rubbed it with my thumb (a trick I’d picked up from my mother). Finally, he stopped shaking and no tears had fallen. I let out a long breath and straightened myself out as Chris sniffed and looked down at the bedspread, practically swaying with exhaustion. To my surprise, he carefully brought his legs up and tugged the sheets over himself. I watched him, bemused, as he struggled to situate himself in my bed. Finally, he laid his head carefully on the pillow I’d supplied him with, and stared up at me timidly.

 

“You okay?” I was still a bit puzzled by his sudden willingness to listen to me. What if he believed this whole thing was his fault?

 

“Mm-hmm.”

 

“Um...okay, then. I’ll get the light.” It’s not your fault, Chris! I wanted so badly to say or do something reassuring, but I couldn’t think of anything.

 

By the time I flicked the light switch off and looked back at Chris, his eyes were closed, although I knew his was still awake. I sighed, dragged myself back to the couch, and threw myself down on it. Within minutes, I was asleep.

 

 

 

ahhhh, wonderuful:heart: thanks for writing these:D

List uPdAtEd (*~.:aZn PrYdE:.~*)

Ooh, a new reader! Thanks Prospekt.

 

And Emma, I have the same problem. I think I cried while writing a chapter of Healing. How pathetic is that? :P

 

Just as bad as meeeee! :wacko:

Also, Simon, since I don't want to spam the list with multiple entries when a new part of a volume comes out of NMKMFOTG, is it okay if I just update it by volumes? Otherwise it gets too messy

Chapter 5 of Healing.

 

 

 

“You never told me what happened, really.” I said as I took Chris’s mug to the sink. He was leaning over the kitchen table, looking much more comfortable now that he was under the effects of some medication. I placed the mug of cold, half-finished tea on the counter and turned around to face him. Chris rubbed his eyes tiredly, not answering at first. “Chris?”

 

“Good tea, thanks...Look, Will, can you help me take this stuff off my chest? They said I probably won’t need it.”

 

“Sure.” I said. Chris paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to move without inducing much pain. He finally lifted the hem of his shirt, and I waited patiently before reaching around his chest and removing the tape. I unraveled the rest of the wrap slowly, keeping some pressure on it. But no matter what I did, he still tensed under my touch. “Okay, done.” I informed him, re-rolling the wrap and tape.

 

“Thanks.” Chris said weakly.

 

We stayed up for another hour, discussing a number of random topics. When I finally checked my watch and saw it was three in the morning, I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I decided to talk to him about his confrontation when he was a little more lucid. That one hour had made Chris more exhausted than I would be if I’d stayed up another five. “Wanna sleep?” I asked him.

 

“No, I want to go home.”

 

“You know you can’t. They told me specifically not to leave you alone for the time being. You’re staying, Chris. Get over it.”

 

He tilted his head and frowned at me, looking like a cross (and half-asleep) seven year-old. “Fine! I’ll stay.” He picked at some loose fibers on the shirt I had lent him and looked down at the sweatpants he was wearing, which were also mine.

 

“Sorry about the clothes, I know they don’t fit you so well.”

 

“S’okay.” he slurred, wrinkling his nose a bit. It was amazing how childlike Chris was when under the influence of just a little medication.

 

“All right, come on.” I said gently, moving up behind him. I kept my hands near his back as he stood, just as a precaution. He shuffled along with no problem, until he started to turn into the living room, heading for the couch. I grabbed his arms and stopped walking. Chris swiveled his head around to face me. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, and very confused.

 

“Will?”

 

“Easy, mate, that’s not where you’re going.” I turned him around and shoved him lightly in the direction of my room. He took a few steps through my door, then stopped.

 

“No, no, no. I’m not taking your bed! I can’t!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Where...where will you sleep?”

 

“On the couch.”

 

“No, I’m not...m-making you sleep on the couch!”

 

“Jesus, mate, just get in the bed.” I made a face. “Okay, that didn’t really come out right. But I mean it. There’s no way you’re sleeping on the couch in your state.” Chris didn’t look convinced, so I took a hold of him again and moved him slowly towards the bed. Of course, he still tried to worm away from my hands as I sat him down on the mattress.

 

As I looked down at Chris, ready to tell him to sit still, I was shocked to see him close to tears. He pulled in a shaky breath, and pressed the back of his pale hand to his mouth.

 

“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, worried.

 

“It’s...just some hours ago I thought I was gonna die. God, I was...so scared they were going to kill me. And now...you’ve been with me the whole night, and just...you...” Chris was pretty far gone by now, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

 

“Hey...it’s okay. You’re all right.” I said quietly. I took a hold of his wrist and rubbed it with my thumb (a trick I’d picked up from my mother). Finally, he stopped shaking and no tears had fallen. I let out a long breath and straightened myself out as Chris sniffed and looked down at the bedspread, practically swaying with exhaustion. To my surprise, he carefully brought his legs up and tugged the sheets over himself. I watched him, bemused, as he struggled to situate himself in my bed. Finally, he laid his head carefully on the pillow I’d supplied him with, and stared up at me timidly.

 

“You okay?” I was still a bit puzzled by his sudden willingness to listen to me. What if he believed this whole thing was his fault?

 

“Mm-hmm.”

 

“Um...okay, then. I’ll get the light.” It’s not your fault, Chris! I wanted so badly to say or do something reassuring, but I couldn’t think of anything.

 

By the time I flicked the light switch off and looked back at Chris, his eyes were closed, although I knew his was still awake. I sighed, dragged myself back to the couch, and threw myself down on it. Within minutes, I was asleep.

 

 

Sad but amazing!:cry::)

No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground

 

VOLUME TWO

PART THREE: Will

 

 

 

November 2nd 2011,

 

Dear Diary,

I went to see Guy in hospital today. I can't believe what he did. That he could try to take his own life. Jonny didn't even turn up to see him and Chris wasn't saying much, Phil was on holiday.

 

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February 9th 2015,

 

Dear Diary,

Today was a nice day. Phil got married to Amy today. Jonny was sitting there all smug and Phil was oblivious. He's got an evil streak in him has Jonny. Chris was there, he was best man, he was so proud but he's not himself either. Maybe after the loss of Guy, he's taken it to heart. I asked Chris if the band could get back together again today aswell. He said no and we moved on to a different subject.

 

GUY :cry::cry::cry:

No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground

 

VOLUME TWO

PART FOUR: Jonny

 

 

 

November 2nd 2011,

 

Dear Diary,

I met a girl today. She was nice. She said she wanted to have an affair with me. We slept together. I don't even know her name! I don't know what to do. I don't want to upset Chloe.

 

February 6th 2015,

 

Dear Diary,

I went to see Amy today. She told me that she was pregnant and that she thought it was mine. I didn't know what to say, I would like another kid but what about Chloe? She doesn't even know about any of this. I told Amy not to marry Phil but she said she had to and that she still loves Phil.

 

Simon....these make no sense :lol: