ahh i'm trying to write a fanfic but i can't think of a plot! any ideas? :D

ahh i'm trying to write a fanfic but i can't think of a plot! any ideas? :D

"Will for President"?

"Chris and Jonny Go to White Castle"?

"Guy Berryman: The Dark Knight"?

 

Sorry, I'm dead out of good ideas. :cry:

aww, i like those! thanks! :D:D!!

 

but i actually have something here that i'm not sure to go with or not, but i guess i'll post it to see if you guys like it.

 

PART ONE OF PARACHUTES.

Chris is sitting in his hotel room in New York City. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at his feet, and dressed in all black with white sneakers. The room is dark. The only light coming in is from the sun rising over the buildings. His blue eyes are filled with confusion, sadness and anger. Guy quietly walks in and leans against the wall. “Hey.” He says quietly.

Chris looks up and smiles. “Hey.”

They pause for a few minutes until Jonny takes a few steps forward. “Listen, about last night. I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Chris says firmly while standing up. “It… it’s fine.”

Guy furrows his brow. “No,” he shakes his head violently. “no it wasn’t fine.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then Chris chuckles. “Come on, man. Just forget it.” he slaps Guy on the shoulder.

“I just want you to know that it was nothing. It was stupid, and-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris snapped. His eyes were staring straight into Guy’s.

Guy nodded. “Fine. Well when you’re ready to talk, let me know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chris mumbled, staring at the wall.

They paused for a few seconds before Guy slowly walked out the door. Chris sighed as soon as the door closed, sat back down on the bed, and reached for the mini bar.

 

comment! :D:D!

the first thing that came to mind while reading "Parachutes" was "OMG DID THEY DO IT?!?!"

 

:laugh3:

 

 

I'm embarassed to have such a sick mind :embarassed:

 

But it's good!

Definitely wants us wanting more!

Wait.. where'd Jonny come from?

WHY ISN'T IT LONGAR? DEATH TO SNIPPET SIZED CHAPTERS!

WHY ISN'T IT LONGAR? DEATH TO SNIPPET SIZED CHAPTERS!

 

AMEN!!

Wait.. where'd Jonny come from?

 

ooh, it was going to be jonny at first, but i changed it to guy, so i must've left a jonny in there. :D:D!!

 

AND THANKS SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR YOUR NICE COMMENTS!! PART 2 WILL BE LONGER, AND HERE SOON!! :D:D!!!

ooh, it was going to be jonny at first, but i changed it to guy, so i must've left a jonny in there. :D:D!!

 

AND THANKS SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR YOUR NICE COMMENTS!! PART 2 WILL BE LONGER, AND HERE SOON!! :D:D!!!

 

Lol ok. That's what I thought might've happened.

 

Good job btw... looking forward to part 2. :)

^^^aww thanks, i really apprecaite it. i'm not a very confident writer and when i get any comments, it makes me happy. :nice:! :P

I love this thread! I always read all of you lovely guys and gals stories and they're all fantastic but I never comment because I'm a horrible lurker but I'm bored and I want you all to write more so now I will use the power of the multi quote:

 

 

aww, i like those! thanks! :D:D!!

 

but i actually have something here that i'm not sure to go with or not, but i guess i'll post it to see if you guys like it.

 

PART ONE OF PARACHUTES.

Chris is sitting in his hotel room in New York City. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at his feet, and dressed in all black with white sneakers. The room is dark. The only light coming in is from the sun rising over the buildings. His blue eyes are filled with confusion, sadness and anger. Guy quietly walks in and leans against the wall. “Hey.” He says quietly.

Chris looks up and smiles. “Hey.”

They pause for a few minutes until Jonny takes a few steps forward. “Listen, about last night. I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Chris says firmly while standing up. “It… it’s fine.”

Guy furrows his brow. “No,” he shakes his head violently. “no it wasn’t fine.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then Chris chuckles. “Come on, man. Just forget it.” he slaps Guy on the shoulder.

“I just want you to know that it was nothing. It was stupid, and-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris snapped. His eyes were staring straight into Guy’s.

Guy nodded. “Fine. Well when you’re ready to talk, let me know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chris mumbled, staring at the wall.

They paused for a few seconds before Guy slowly walked out the door. Chris sighed as soon as the door closed, sat back down on the bed, and reached for the mini bar.

 

comment! :D:D!

 

 

Great start! I can't wait to find out what happened the night before :stunned:

 

HERE'S THE FINALE! Considering the dark atmosphere of Coldfellas as a whole, I decided to end it in a cheery and lighthearted way. Likewise, it's the shortest chapter, but possibly the most humorous. Hope the three people who read the story enjoyed it! :)

 

COLDFELLAS

 

CHAPTER 8: POSTCARDS FROM FAR AWAY

Rating: PG13

 

 

 

While in the limo on the way to the bakery, Phil (who is driving) ponders and reflects upon things.

 

Phil: “Well, the beans are now spilled about our respective mobs. We got off easy, but even though I don’t know about the rest of you, I’m ready to retire. You know, maybe use my money to help the world.”

 

Chris: “Are you insane, Phil? Look at us! We’re alive! We weren’t arrested! Doesn’t that, in essence, make us truly the greatest band of mobsters ever to walk the streets of London?”

 

Gwyneth: “Oh love, you always know the right things to say! No way in hell are we retiring from the business, and neither are you, Phil. The six of us shall join forces and create one unstoppable, SUPER mafia!”

 

Jonny: “We shall rise again and rule London with an iron fist! We shall call ourselves…Clocks, Inc.!”

 

Guy: “Closing walls and ticking clocks! Nobody will stop us! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

 

Will: “Great. Guy’s sleep deprivation is showing again. Someone give him a blanket.”

 

Chris: “So you’re still alive, Will? How excellent. Phil, since it’s now morning, would you mind dropping us off at the nearest woman’s department store?”

 

Will: “Chris, just fuck off already. The story’s nearly over and you still haven’t tired of that same gag!”

 

Chris: “It’s not a gag, Will. I’m dead serious. Just this once? Pleeeeeeeeease?”

 

Will: *disgusted look* “Fine. I’ll become the most flamboyant, homosexual drummer of all time who wears outrageous clothes and says outrageous things, but IF… only IF you and Jonny do the same thing!”

 

Chris: “That’s it? Pfft! Of course I’ll do it!”

 

Jonny: “Yeah! Sounds like fun!”

 

Will: “Wait, seriously? Damn it! I didn’t think you would actually agree! Fricking hell.”

 

Jonny: “Hee hee hee! What’s Guy gonna have to do, though?”

 

Chris: “Nothing. Guy is enough eye candy already.”

 

Guy: *drowsily* “Huh? Guy candy?”

 

Chris: “Go back to sleep, Guy. Sleep satisfies. Sleep mystifies. Sleeeeeeep…”

 

Phil pulls the limo up to the bakery. Everyone steps out and walks inside, only to find each of the tables lined with colorful Postcards from Far Away.

 

Chris: "Wow! Postcards from Far Away!"

 

Phil: “They’re beautiful!”

 

Will: “Our fans truly have no lives!”

 

Chris: “Wherever the next one is from is where we’re touring next year!”

 

Jonny: *picks up a card* “South Pole! Some walrus is apparently a big fan!”

 

Chris: “Excellent! Phil, make a video, throw in the Technicolor puppets, and put it on the website so our fans can feel good about themselves.”

 

Phil: “I’m on it!”

 

Guy: “What? Walrus? Don’t eat me just ‘cause I’m more attractive! NOOOOOOOO!!”

 

Will: “Sounds like Guy is having a nightmare.”

 

Gwyneth: “Boys? I think you should have a look at this one card.”

 

Everyone walks over to the postcard that Gwyneth is holding up.

 

Chris: “Aww! It’s an adorable stick drawing of Will and Roadie 42 holding hands in puffy green blouses!”

 

Will: “Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be you and Jonny.”

 

Chris: “No way! Jonny and I would wear Yellow blouses!”

 

Gwyneth: “Uh, I meant for you all to read the back.”

 

Jonny: *reading* “HELLO COLDPLAY, I’M PART OF A GARAGE BAND IN NEEDLES, CALIFORNIA. NOBODY HAS EVER HEARD OF US, SO I DON’T KNOW HOW THIS IS POSSIBLE, BUT WE WROTE VIVA LA VIDA FIRST AND YOU PUNKS STOLE IT. PREPARE TO BE SUED.”

 

Phil: “Gentlemen, I do believe the newly-formed Clocks, Inc. has its first whacking mission on its hands.”

 

Jonny: “Mwahahaha! We’re back in business, folks!”

 

Will: “We’ll continue to get rich off our music, then even richer off bribes and the black market!”

 

Guy: *sleep mumbling* “Guuh…money…guuh…ladies…guuh…Guy candy…”

 

Gwyneth: “Oh, how I love being married to the world’s most talented mobster!”

 

Chris: “I love it too, Gwyneth. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do feel a song coming! Gentlemen?”

 

Chris, Will, and Jonny pick up their respective instruments. Phil drags Guy over to his guitar and plops him down. Guy begins drooling on the guitar.

 

Chris: “This new song is dedicated to the many talented people who pointlessly died during this sequence of events. It’s called ‘Coldfellas’.”

 

Lovers, it’s a violent world

I just got lost through all this sound

You don’t have to be on your own

Now my feet won’t touch the ground

 

What if nobody said it was easy?

Crossed lines in a foreign field

Bittersweet I could taste the sleeping sun

Before I know how gravity feels

 

Was a long and dark rainy day

A thousand houses in a perfectly straight line

Turn into something beautiful

I don’t want a cycle of a warning sign

 

Open up your eyes on a tidal wave

Fix you a ladder up to the sun

Don’t you shiver ticking clocks

For you I’d wait ‘til kingdom come

 

THE END

 

haha! Great ending, this story made me laugh so much, I love how you teamed up Chris/Will and Jonny/Guy because usually it's always Will/Guy and Jonny/Chris. Can't wait for your next story!

 

Lovers in Japan[/color][/u]

 

 

 

 

 

I feel something nudging my elbow, and I slowly wake up. I lift up my sleeping mask and look to my left to find the source of the movement. There is no sign of Guy, instead I see Chris leaning over me, wide eyed and smiling. “Are we there already?” I ask sleepily.

 

“Nope not for another 6 hours. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me.” he patiently waits for my response.

 

“Um sure, what are you watching?” I ask.

 

“Well that’s the problem, I only brought one. Back to the Future, and I’ve already watched it two and half times. Did you bring any movies with you?” he asks, eyeing my carry-on bag.

 

“Yeah I brought a whole bunch.” I lift my bag from between my feet and balance it on my knees.

“Hmm lets see, I brought ‘The Shining’, ‘Closer’, ‘The Departed’ … ‘Match Point’.”

 

“Oh a Woody Allen Movie!” he almost screams it. “Yes, lets watch Match Point.”

 

I take out my laptop and we decide to use headphones out of consideration for the people sleeping in the rows around us.

 

Half way through the movie, I start to nod off again and my head keeps drifting further and further to the left until finally I’m resting on Chris’ shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind and I find it comforting to feel his strong arm underneath me. Slowly I fall back to sleep.

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“Hmm okay go get me a little Jack Daniels one!” I tell Guy. This new game that we have invented is fun. It doesn’t really have a name but it basically involves going to the back of the plane and stealing the tiny bottles of alcohol that are back there. He obeys and brings it back to me with a sneaky expression on his face. We share it and then it’s my turn to do the stealing. “Hmm,” Guy says thinking hard “Bring me a tiny bottle of Jameson!!”

 

I tiptoe to the back of the plane and rummage through the flight attendants cart. The great thing about traveling with a big band like this is that they rent out their own private planes, so they come with all of the good stuff like alcohol but you don’t get any of the annoying stuff like flight attendants.

Soon both Guy and I are pretty tipsy, but it’s just as well because Franksy their tour manager announces that we will be landing in 20 minutes.

 

After the plane lands, Guy and I grab our carry on bags and stumble to the front of the plane. 4 black vans are waiting on the runway and we climb into the vans and soon we are traveling through the busy streets of Tokyo. After 10 minutes we arrive at our hotel. The hotel is gorgeous, modern and clean and I’m so grateful that Chris has organized for me to come along. I get up to my room, throw my luggage in the corner and climb into the huge inviting bed. It’s 9 am and the band are performing in 12 hours. I decided to catch up on some sleep and I’m sure that Coldplay & Co. are all doing the same thing.

___________________________________________

 

It’s 8:00 pm and I’ve just finished talking to Jonny backstage at the arena that they are about to perform at. Jonny leaves me in the “Coldplay Family & Friends Room” and goes back to the dressing room to get ready for the show. I turn off my recorder and take my notebook out of my bag. Jonny just gave me some great stuff and I decide to jot down a couple of notes. As I’m writing, Chris walks in. He sees that I’m working and quickly says “Oh sorry, am I bothering you?”

 

“No, not at all,” I say while closing my notebook “What’s up?”

 

“Nothing much, was just looking over tonight’s setlist.” He takes a seat on the couch next to me.

“Oh cool!” I nod “Anything special planned for tonight?”

 

“Nope” he shakes his head “Just the regular setlist. “Why, what were you expecting?”

 

“Hmm I don’t know. Shiver is my favorite song.. Do you guys ever play that?” I ask hopefully.

 

“No, we don’t…But-”

Half way through his sentence he is interrupted by a knock at the door. Phil appears in the doorway.

 

“Showtime Chris, let’s go.” He waves him out.

 

“I’ll see you after the show Charlotte” Chris says as he walks out.

_____________________________________________

 

It’s 9:30, the show is about 15 minutes in, and they are playing their big hit from this album “Viva La Vida.” It’s honestly electric. I watch each of the band members and it looks so natural to all of them. To just be on stage and perform, it’s where they belong. The rest of the show is amazing, although the Japanese audience is a bit quiet, it doesn’t seem to phase the guys one bit. It’s nearing the end and they have just finished their encore. I gather my stuff and get ready to go back stage, when suddenly I stop. Chris has motioned Guy and Jonny to follow him over to Will, and they are all huddled around the drums. Then Chris walks back to the front of the stage and speaks. “Alright, we haven’t played this one in a while but we’re going to give it a go… Sorry if it’s shit.”

 

The band starts up the song and I realize that it’s Shiver! My jaw drops and I’m rooted to my spot. The song ends too quickly and I’m left there smiling like an idiot.

 

____________________________________________

 

I slide the tape recorder closer to Will so that it can pick up everything that he’s saying.

“So you don’t think too much about the future of the band then?” I ask him.

 

“No, you can’t really do that. If you think too much about it then you get caught up in worrying about it all, and planning everything out. Like ‘Oh we have to have an album out by this date, and we have to be touring by this date.’ Getting our own studio this time round really gave us a lot of freedom. Of course we’d like to be able to do this for as long as possible, but right now we’re just enjoying it all day by day.”

He finishes answering and starts rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted.

 

“I’m sorry, am I keeping you up? You look tired.” I ask him.

 

“What’s the time?” He asks.

 

I take out my cell phone. “Holy shit, it’s 2:50.”

 

“Yeah,” he says “I should probably get to bed.” He puts his beer down and stands up from the bar.

 

“Okay, thanks Will. Good night”

 

“No problem, yeah I’ll see you tomorrow Charlotte.” He walks over to the elevators, and I look around the hotel bar. It’s deserted and I decide that I should probably head to my room as well. It’s been a very long day. I got up and start walking towards the elevator. I’m on my way out of the hotel bar when I look to my left and see an amazing balcony overlooking the city.

The bar is on the top floor of the hotel, and along with it there is an observation deck. I decide to go out quickly and take a look at the beautiful city. I step out through the large glass doors onto a long patio that stretches the length of the whole 25th floor. The warm air hits me and I breath it in. There are small lights everywhere and glass patio tables and chairs. Instead of taking a seat, I go over to the edge of the balcony and lean against the railing. I stand there for a few minutes just looking at the lights, and cars and amazingly tall buildings. Then suddenly I hear a voice behind me and I jump.

 

“Mind if I join you?”

 

I turn around. It’s Chris.

_____________________________________________________

 

 

 

Ooo, cliffhanger! I wonder what will happen next. This story makes me want to tour with Coldplay, it seems like it would be awesome.

The story I am currently working on is based on the period of Coldplay history in which Chris kicked Will out of the band and then begged him to come back...and all that fun stuff. Chris is kind of all over the place emotionally, but it's not too depressing or anything.

 

Like seriously, there will be hugging. :heart:

okay, part 2 of CHRIS & JONNY IN THE CLOSET

 

**I haven't the faintest idea about how to put spoilers or whatever they are in, so if someone explains it I'll edit this and put one in;)

 

Chapter 2: The Closet

Jonny leans against the wall in the corridor, out of sight of both Guy and Will.

Chris: We have a massive problem.

Guy pokes his head around the corner with a big annoying grin on his face.

Chris: GUY!

Chris jerks Jonny into a small room off the corridor and slams the door. There are lots of mops and other cleaning equipment in there. Chris is in Jonny’s face.

Chris: We have a massive problem.

Jonny: You told me that already! Will you… can you get any closer?!

Chris steps back against the far wall, which isn’t all that far…

CHRIS: [whispering] I have a cold sore.

JONNY: Oh. Sorry. Wait, why’d you drag me in here to tell me that?

CHRIS: Jonny!

JONNY: What?

CHRIS: I have a cold sore!

JONNY: Yeah, so? I’ve got one too! What, are you worried you’ll give it to Gwyneth and ruin her face?

Chris looks exasperated at Jonny’s inability to take this seriously.

CHRIS: Jonny, I have a cold sore. Do you not understand what this means?

Jonny: [Jonny shakes his head] Nup. What does having a cold sore mean?

CHRIS: [quietly] it’s on my lip.

JONNY: Oh…

The situation grows awkward, with both Jonny and Chris trying to avoid each other’s eyes.

JONNY: Wait…where is it? I can’t see it.

CHRIS: Do you need to?

Jonny cranes his head closer to Chris’s face. Finally, Chris points to the spot.

JONNY: What…that thing? [smiling] It’s a pimple Chris, don’t worry about it.

Jonny starts giggling; Chris is not amused.

CHRIS: Jonny!

JONNY: Chris, its fine. You can’t even see it.

CHRIS: Jonny, where exactly is your cold sore?

JONNY: On my lip.

CHRIS: Exactly! And where is mine?

JONNY: Oh … okay.

CHRIS: Yes “OKAY”. What are we gonna do about it?

JONNY: Look, it doesn’t matter. Nobody’s going to think that.

CHRIS: How do you know? Jon, you have no idea what people are like! I have a cold sore on my lip and so do you!!! What’s it gonna look like?

Suddenly, there is a scuffling sound down near the bottom of the door. Guy’s peeping through the air vent at the bottom of the door. Inside it’s too dark for him to see anyone…

GUY: Helllloooo??????

Chris and Jonny flatten themselves against the shelves behind, terrified at being seen together in a closet. Guy eventually looses interest and walks back to the room.

JONNY: [whispering] why’d you have to pick a closet of all places?

CHRIS: [hissing] People are gonna think we’ve been kissing!!!

JONNY: Well that’s fine, because we haven’t, have we?

CHRIS::dead:

 

To be continued...

THERE IS HUGGING. Cobalt is pleased. Very pleased.

 

And I realllllly feel like writing some of See Free today, had a beautiful morning and then promised myself I'd get to write some of it, but no muse. Bleh.

okay, part 2 of CHRIS & JONNY IN THE CLOSET

 

**I haven't the faintest idea about how to put spoilers or whatever they are in, so if someone explains it I'll edit this and put one in;)

 

Chapter 2: The Closet

Jonny leans against the wall in the corridor, out of sight of both Guy and Will.

Chris: We have a massive problem.

Guy pokes his head around the corner with a big annoying grin on his face.

Chris: GUY!

Chris jerks Jonny into a small room off the corridor and slams the door. There are lots of mops and other cleaning equipment in there. Chris is in Jonny’s face.

Chris: We have a massive problem.

Jonny: You told me that already! Will you… can you get any closer?!

Chris steps back against the far wall, which isn’t all that far…

CHRIS: [whispering] I have a cold sore.

JONNY: Oh. Sorry. Wait, why’d you drag me in here to tell me that?

CHRIS: Jonny!

JONNY: What?

CHRIS: I have a cold sore!

JONNY: Yeah, so? I’ve got one too! What, are you worried you’ll give it to Gwyneth and ruin her face?

Chris looks exasperated at Jonny’s inability to take this seriously.

CHRIS: Jonny, I have a cold sore. Do you not understand what this means?

Jonny: [Jonny shakes his head] Nup. What does having a cold sore mean?

CHRIS: [quietly] it’s on my lip.

JONNY: Oh…

The situation grows awkward, with both Jonny and Chris trying to avoid each other’s eyes.

JONNY: Wait…where is it? I can’t see it.

CHRIS: Do you need to?

Jonny cranes his head closer to Chris’s face. Finally, Chris points to the spot.

JONNY: What…that thing? [smiling] It’s a pimple Chris, don’t worry about it.

Jonny starts giggling; Chris is not amused.

CHRIS: Jonny!

JONNY: Chris, its fine. You can’t even see it.

CHRIS: Jonny, where exactly is your cold sore?

JONNY: On my lip.

CHRIS: Exactly! And where is mine?

JONNY: Oh … okay.

CHRIS: Yes “OKAY”. What are we gonna do about it?

JONNY: Look, it doesn’t matter. Nobody’s going to think that.

CHRIS: How do you know? Jon, you have no idea what people are like! I have a cold sore on my lip and so do you!!! What’s it gonna look like?

Suddenly, there is a scuffling sound down near the bottom of the door. Guy’s peeping through the air vent at the bottom of the door. Inside it’s too dark for him to see anyone…

GUY: Helllloooo??????

Chris and Jonny flatten themselves against the shelves behind, terrified at being seen together in a closet. Guy eventually looses interest and walks back to the room.

JONNY: [whispering] why’d you have to pick a closet of all places?

CHRIS: [hissing] People are gonna think we’ve been kissing!!!

JONNY: Well that’s fine, because we haven’t, have we?

CHRIS::dead:

 

To be continued...

 

Muahahah :lol:

aww, i like those! thanks! :D:D!!

 

but i actually have something here that i'm not sure to go with or not, but i guess i'll post it to see if you guys like it.

 

PART ONE OF PARACHUTES.

Chris is sitting in his hotel room in New York City. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at his feet, and dressed in all black with white sneakers. The room is dark. The only light coming in is from the sun rising over the buildings. His blue eyes are filled with confusion, sadness and anger. Guy quietly walks in and leans against the wall. “Hey.” He says quietly.

Chris looks up and smiles. “Hey.”

They pause for a few minutes until Jonny takes a few steps forward. “Listen, about last night. I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Chris says firmly while standing up. “It… it’s fine.”

Guy furrows his brow. “No,” he shakes his head violently. “no it wasn’t fine.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then Chris chuckles. “Come on, man. Just forget it.” he slaps Guy on the shoulder.

“I just want you to know that it was nothing. It was stupid, and-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris snapped. His eyes were staring straight into Guy’s.

Guy nodded. “Fine. Well when you’re ready to talk, let me know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chris mumbled, staring at the wall.

They paused for a few seconds before Guy slowly walked out the door. Chris sighed as soon as the door closed, sat back down on the bed, and reached for the mini bar.

 

comment! :D:D!

I LOVE IT CHRISTINA!!

Can't wait for part 2!!:D:D

THERE IS HUGGING. Cobalt is pleased. Very pleased.

 

And I realllllly feel like writing some of See Free today, had a beautiful morning and then promised myself I'd get to write some of it, but no muse. Bleh.

 

Miss Lestrade is very pleased that you are pleased. :D

I however am museless. This is bad.

CHRIS & JONNY IN THE CLOSET

Part 3 cause I'm bored.

 

Chapter 3:

A few minutes later…

JONNY: [worriedly] Look don’t touch it. Just leave it alone.

Jonny peers closely for the umpteenth time.

JONNY: Let’s just keep this between us, okay? I think it would be better if certain peoples didn’t know.

Chris nods knowingly then reaches for the door handle. His face turns grave.

Whispering:

CHRIS: Oh please no.

JONNY: Don’t fool around, you twat!

CHRIS: It’s Guy.

JONNY: No it’s not. He didn’t go near the door. Well not there anyway.

CHRIS: How do you know?

Jonny points to the vent at the bottom of the door.

JONNY: I was watching, he couldn’t have.

CHRIS: Oh c’mon Jonny. He could’ve done it from the side.

JONNY: No, he’s not that smart!

CHRIS: He would.

JONNY: He wouldn’t.

CHRIS: Just for fun. You know what he’s like.

JONNY: He wouldn’t pull something like this.

CHRIS: He’s set us up!

Chris starts pulling on the handle noisily, hoping it’s just jammed or something. Jonny pushes him aside, suddenly fearing being caught in a closet with Chris by anyone else other than Guy or Will would spell extreme humiliation. He squats down to the vent.

JONNY: HEY-

CHRIS: SSSHHHHHHH!!!

JONNY: Yuk! :shocked2: You spat on me!

Jonny wipes his sleeve across the side of his face.

CHRIS: I though this was between us?

JONNY: Well how else do you think we’re gonna get out of here?

CHRIS: Not by letting the whole world know.

JONNY: But we’re not!!

CHRIS: Look, how do you explain us getting locked in a tiny storage room together?

Suddenly, someone walks by the door, their feet visible through the vent. They both back up against the wall, cringing as its announced there’s only ten minutes until show time. The voice also enquires about Jonny and Chris’s whereabouts…

CHRIS: Oh no, what are we gonna do? This is nightmare!

JONNY: Don’t worry your pants off. We’ll just pick the lock and then wait until the coast is clear.

CHRIS: Then what? We just appear from nowhere? And what do you think you can shove down a key hole in here? A mop?

Jonny rolls his eyes.

JONNY: You know none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t been so touchy.

CHRIS: Oh so it’s my fault now? You gave it to me, remember?

Jonny squats down again and starts pulling at the vent. He realizes it’s been screwed in. Chris starts pulling at the individual plastic slats in the vent and one comes loose. Frantically, they both start pulling the slats and one by one, they come loose and drop to the floor. Working tactically, they pull loose several from the top.

CHRIS: That’s enough. We can get through there.

JONNY: Wait, let’s just do this one.

Chris impatiently starts trying to figure out how to get through the foot and a half wide hole while Jonny is determined to pull out one final slat. Chris puts a leg through the gap and gets stuck half way. Jonny pulls the middle of the slat and then places his foot on Chris, deciding he can push Chris through and break the slat all at once. It bends. Snap!

CHRIS: Thanks a lot.

JONNY: Sorry :sneaky:

Jonny starts to squeeze through in the same awkward fashion as Chris, but the slat he was so determined to break is still attached to the vent. It catches his trouser leg as he goes through. There’s a tearing sound, but nobody takes any notice as people start pouring into the band’s room in the last few minutes before the band go on stage. Chris panics, realizing the people are celebrities and other musicians there to see the show. He starts racing down the corridor to the room, leaving Jonny in his wake.

There's 7 chapters in all if ya wanna read them.

 

And I realllllly feel like writing some of See Free today, had a beautiful morning and then promised myself I'd get to write some of it, but no muse. Bleh.

 

:stunned:

 

OMG please write some!!

 

I will buy you an ice cream if you write some. :wacko:

aww, i like those! thanks! :D:D!!

 

but i actually have something here that i'm not sure to go with or not, but i guess i'll post it to see if you guys like it.

 

PART ONE OF PARACHUTES.

Chris is sitting in his hotel room in New York City. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at his feet, and dressed in all black with white sneakers. The room is dark. The only light coming in is from the sun rising over the buildings. His blue eyes are filled with confusion, sadness and anger. Guy quietly walks in and leans against the wall. “Hey.” He says quietly.

Chris looks up and smiles. “Hey.”

They pause for a few minutes until Jonny takes a few steps forward. “Listen, about last night. I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Chris says firmly while standing up. “It… it’s fine.”

Guy furrows his brow. “No,” he shakes his head violently. “no it wasn’t fine.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then Chris chuckles. “Come on, man. Just forget it.” he slaps Guy on the shoulder.

“I just want you to know that it was nothing. It was stupid, and-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris snapped. His eyes were staring straight into Guy’s.

Guy nodded. “Fine. Well when you’re ready to talk, let me know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chris mumbled, staring at the wall.

They paused for a few seconds before Guy slowly walked out the door. Chris sighed as soon as the door closed, sat back down on the bed, and reached for the mini bar.

 

comment! :D:D!

 

:wideeyed: I love this! I always love Chris/Guy fanfics. :heart:

 

CHRIS & JONNY IN THE CLOSET

Part 3 cause I'm bored.

 

Chapter 3:

A few minutes later…

JONNY: [worriedly] Look don’t touch it. Just leave it alone.

Jonny peers closely for the umpteenth time.

JONNY: Let’s just keep this between us, okay? I think it would be better if certain peoples didn’t know.

Chris nods knowingly then reaches for the door handle. His face turns grave.

Whispering:

CHRIS: Oh please no.

JONNY: Don’t fool around, you twat!

CHRIS: It’s Guy.

JONNY: No it’s not. He didn’t go near the door. Well not there anyway.

CHRIS: How do you know?

Jonny points to the vent at the bottom of the door.

JONNY: I was watching, he couldn’t have.

CHRIS: Oh c’mon Jonny. He could’ve done it from the side.

JONNY: No, he’s not that smart!

CHRIS: He would.

JONNY: He wouldn’t.

CHRIS: Just for fun. You know what he’s like.

JONNY: He wouldn’t pull something like this.

CHRIS: He’s set us up!

Chris starts pulling on the handle noisily, hoping it’s just jammed or something. Jonny pushes him aside, suddenly fearing being caught in a closet with Chris by anyone else other than Guy or Will would spell extreme humiliation. He squats down to the vent.

JONNY: HEY-

CHRIS: SSSHHHHHHH!!!

JONNY: Yuk! :shocked2: You spat on me!

Jonny wipes his sleeve across the side of his face.

CHRIS: I though this was between us?

JONNY: Well how else do you think we’re gonna get out of here?

CHRIS: Not by letting the whole world know.

JONNY: But we’re not!!

CHRIS: Look, how do you explain us getting locked in a tiny storage room together?

Suddenly, someone walks by the door, their feet visible through the vent. They both back up against the wall, cringing as its announced there’s only ten minutes until show time. The voice also enquires about Jonny and Chris’s whereabouts…

CHRIS: Oh no, what are we gonna do? This is nightmare!

JONNY: Don’t worry your pants off. We’ll just pick the lock and then wait until the coast is clear.

CHRIS: Then what? We just appear from nowhere? And what do you think you can shove down a key hole in here? A mop?

Jonny rolls his eyes.

JONNY: You know none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t been so touchy.

CHRIS: Oh so it’s my fault now? You gave it to me, remember?

Jonny squats down again and starts pulling at the vent. He realizes it’s been screwed in. Chris starts pulling at the individual plastic slats in the vent and one comes loose. Frantically, they both start pulling the slats and one by one, they come loose and drop to the floor. Working tactically, they pull loose several from the top.

CHRIS: That’s enough. We can get through there.

JONNY: Wait, let’s just do this one.

Chris impatiently starts trying to figure out how to get through the foot and a half wide hole while Jonny is determined to pull out one final slat. Chris puts a leg through the gap and gets stuck half way. Jonny pulls the middle of the slat and then places his foot on Chris, deciding he can push Chris through and break the slat all at once. It bends. Snap!

CHRIS: Thanks a lot.

JONNY: Sorry :sneaky:

Jonny starts to squeeze through in the same awkward fashion as Chris, but the slat he was so determined to break is still attached to the vent. It catches his trouser leg as he goes through. There’s a tearing sound, but nobody takes any notice as people start pouring into the band’s room in the last few minutes before the band go on stage. Chris panics, realizing the people are celebrities and other musicians there to see the show. He starts racing down the corridor to the room, leaving Jonny in his wake.

There's 7 chapters in all if ya wanna read them.

 

This is really good :D and yay for 7 chapters, I definitely want to read so keep posting.

aww, i like those! thanks! :D:D!!

 

but i actually have something here that i'm not sure to go with or not, but i guess i'll post it to see if you guys like it.

 

PART ONE OF PARACHUTES.

Chris is sitting in his hotel room in New York City. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at his feet, and dressed in all black with white sneakers. The room is dark. The only light coming in is from the sun rising over the buildings. His blue eyes are filled with confusion, sadness and anger. Guy quietly walks in and leans against the wall. “Hey.” He says quietly.

Chris looks up and smiles. “Hey.”

They pause for a few minutes until Jonny takes a few steps forward. “Listen, about last night. I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Chris says firmly while standing up. “It… it’s fine.”

Guy furrows his brow. “No,” he shakes his head violently. “no it wasn’t fine.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then Chris chuckles. “Come on, man. Just forget it.” he slaps Guy on the shoulder.

“I just want you to know that it was nothing. It was stupid, and-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris snapped. His eyes were staring straight into Guy’s.

Guy nodded. “Fine. Well when you’re ready to talk, let me know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chris mumbled, staring at the wall.

They paused for a few seconds before Guy slowly walked out the door. Chris sighed as soon as the door closed, sat back down on the bed, and reached for the mini bar.

 

comment! :D:D!

 

 

I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know

We need more Chris/Guy stuff

thanks for your comments everyone!!! :nice:!!!

 

part 2 will hopefully be up soon. i don't wanna rush it though so it doesn't suck. :D

 

and i love 'chris and jonny in the closet', coldspot! please write more!

I like all these stories. Coming to be great.

:shocked2:

Alright, I'm off to Sydney for the weekend so at the moment the list is only complete as of around the 9th or whatever date's on the last update post. You're all gonna have to make do without it updated for the last few days. Have fun you guys, and behave because I don't want to come back with a bunch of bawling TWELVES crying and trying to gouge each other's eyes out.

 

Peace!

 

Why should they do that? :surprised: