this is a nice story from the coldplaying lounge game "add a word":

Once upon a time in Chris' house, we saw Gwyneth sitting on a couch. I said to Elmo, "You better do what Mom said." Elmo started walking upside-down, so we screamed. He touched the lamp and Chris loved how sexy I moved. I killed Elmo then Gwyneth left and Chris didn't want her to, so he tried to talk to his parrot. The parrot looked at his guitar, a "BOOM!" exploded and I laughed because Chris farted stinkily. Then he burped!

 

Gwyneth walked away cuz penises were blue. "AHHHHHHHHH!", the scrotum burst into song of pain pills.

 

"That must be Johnny! Open up Chris' Zipper on the leather JACKET pants. Removing every clothing from Chris' sweaty body, touching his barbie," said Guy, who was disturbed. Jonny quickly ran out because he was excited for Elmo, but Chris slept. Will didn't touch anything.

 

Then Johnny took all of Chris' instruments and grabbed some cereal and jocks so Guy opened up the shirt that belonged to me and started to dance weird because hes slightly unstable and should lay down.

 

It isn't finished yet, so go on!

Sorry, if it doesn't fit here.

Oh god:laugh3: It makes no sense at all..

But it's awesome, just like Muffinsandmusic said:laugh3:

That's...weird. :laugh3:

 

Edit: My newest fic is almost done...I'm so close! I just need a perfect ending for it...

SYS part 5 is reallllyyy good! I can't wait for the next part

:)

^^aww thanks! i'll try to work on it tomorrow. :nice:!

That's...weird. :laugh3:

 

Edit: My newest fic is almost done...I'm so close! I just need a perfect ending for it...

 

YAY :D:D

Part 6 of Lovers in Japan

 

 

 

 

We’re lying in bed surrounded by a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Our hair is still wet from the shower, and we’ve cuddled up against each other under the blankets.

 

“What should we do today?” I ask, looking up at Chris.

 

My head is clutched tightly to his bare chest, my arms are wrapped around him.

 

“Nothing,” he says looking down at me. “Absolutely nothing. There‘s no gig tonight, let’s just stay in bed all day.”

 

He runs his hand down my back, and over the curve of my hips. Tracing every inch of my body with his finger.

 

“Why don’t we go to the park again?” I ask him.

 

“No, I think it’s supposed to rain today. Thunderstorm actually.” he tells me.

 

Sure enough a few minutes later, we hear the heavy rain drops pelting against the window, and the thunder crashes and roars loudly outside. We stay in bed all day giggling at the Japanese television shows that we don’t understand. We order room service, and afterwards we get back under the covers and listen to the thunderstorm.

 

I fall asleep at about 7, Chris is beside me still flipping through the channels when I close my eyes.

 

____________________________

 

I’m awoken a few hours later by a knocking at the door. I peek out from under the covers. The room is pitch black, and I can still hear the knocking. Soon I hear Chris stumbling to the door, so I rest my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes.

 

I listen as Chris opens the door, and mumbles a “hello” to whoever is standing there.

 

I hear Phil’s voice answer him back. He’s talking quietly and his voice sounds shaky and nervous.

 

“Chris… um, it got out.” he says.

 

I raise my head off the pillow again and try to figure out what he’s talking about.

 

“It got out, about the divorce. It’s all over the news back home.” Phil says nervously.

 

I hear Chris sigh, and his breathing becomes uneasy, as if he’s about to cry.

 

“Your publicist want’s to know if you have a statement,” Phil says “I can’t believe they even bother with this, but that’s his job I guess.”

 

“No… I… don’t. Why? No, why should I have to give a fucking statement? No. It’s no one’s fucking business.” I hear Chris say, his voice quivering.

 

“Yeah man I know, listen I’m sorry. You okay?” Phil asks.

 

“Um, yeah.. I’ll be … I’ll be okay.” Chris says absentmindedly.

 

Phil says goodbye, and I hear Chris shut the door and fumble back to bed through the darkness.

 

I sit up, and flip the light on. I turn to face him, and see a startled expression on his face.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.

 

He’s sitting up in bed, his head leaning back against the headboard. I move myself over across the huge king sized bed and place myself next to him.

 

“Chris?” I say quietly.

 

He’s looking down, and it feels like a long time before he finally makes eye contact.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I repeat.

 

“Because….” he says, pausing for a minute. “Because… you’re a journalist for fucks sake.”

 

I look away from him, a little hurt at what he’s just said.

 

“So, you don’t trust me?” I ask him.

 

“It’s not you. I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even tell you how much I hate that. How much I hate the fact that anywhere I go, I have to be prepared for paparazzi to ambush me and my family. I hate the fact that I can’t sit down and talk to anyone without wondering if they’ll go and sell their story to the tabloids. What’s happened here with you, is so unlike me to do. And you don’t know how afraid I’ve been that you’ll go back to the states next week and write it all out. Write out everything we’ve shared. And I didn’t tell you about the divorce because I thought it would just be another thing for you to use against me. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” By the end of this, he’s breathing hard and blinking back tears.

 

I stare at him in shock. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t believe that he’s thought all of this about me.

 

I take his hands in mine and place my face so close to his that he has no choice but to look me in the eye.

 

“Chris, what’s happened here this week, is not going anywhere. I’m not going to use any of this against you. Please believe me. I’m not going to drag both of our personal lives out in the public for everyone to read about. I just won’t. You can trust me really. And you didn’t have to hide the divorce from me. I will not write about it. I swear, Chris. The article is strictly music. We’re Rolling Stone for fucks sake, not The Daily Mirror. I’m not going to fuck you over. You don’t deserve that.” I tell him, looking into his eyes the entire time.

 

He looks at me unsure at first, but slowly he starts to nod. I can see the worry fade from his face.

 

“Do you believe me?” I ask him.

 

“Yes. I do. I really do.” he nods his head again.

 

I pull myself close to him, and wrap my arms around his body. He places his arms around me, and gently kisses my forehead.

 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I tell him.

 

“How can I be sure?” He whispers.

 

I can tell now that he’s talking about the divorce.

 

“What if I never get to see my kids again?” he says. I look up at him and see him angrily wiping away a tear. “I’ll die. I’ll just die. They’re my life.”

 

“It won’t happen.” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re wife knows how much you love them, and what a good father you are. You’ll see them. Just have hope, Chris. Have hope that it will all be okay. Can you promise me that?” I ask him.

 

“I promise I’ll try.” he says.

 

I take his head in my hands and kiss him gently. I lay down against my pillow and he snuggles up on top of me. His head is laying gently on my chest. He moves himself up slightly, and cuddles his face into the warmth of my neck.

 

“Thank you.” he whispers into my ear.

 

Emotionally exhausted, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

______________________________________

 

 

 

I mean this with no offense...

 

 

 

you people have the wildest imaginations ever.:cool4:

I mean this with no offense...

 

 

 

you people have the wildest imaginations ever.:cool4:

 

It could happen.

 

I bet there's a higher chance of this than like winning the lottery or whatever.

 

So you know... we're pretty sane.

 

 

Btw... SYS 6 was amazing. I just wish these could come more often. :P

Lovers in Japan[/color][/size]

 

 

 

 

We’re lying in bed surrounded by a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Our hair is still wet from the shower, and we’ve cuddled up against each other under the blankets.

 

“What should we do today?” I ask, looking up at Chris.

 

My head is clutched tightly to his bare chest, my arms are wrapped around him.

 

“Nothing,” he says looking down at me. “Absolutely nothing. There‘s no gig tonight, let’s just stay in bed all day.”

 

He runs his hand down my back, and over the curve of my hips. Tracing every inch of my body with his finger.

 

“Why don’t we go to the park again?” I ask him.

 

“No, I think it’s supposed to rain today. Thunderstorm actually.” he tells me.

 

Sure enough a few minutes later, we hear the heavy rain drops pelting against the window, and the thunder crashes and roars loudly outside. We stay in bed all day giggling at the Japanese television shows that we don’t understand. We order room service, and afterwards we get back under the covers and listen to the thunderstorm.

 

I fall asleep at about 7, Chris is beside me still flipping through the channels when I close my eyes.

 

____________________________

 

I’m awoken a few hours later by a knocking at the door. I peek out from under the covers. The room is pitch black, and I can still hear the knocking. Soon I hear Chris stumbling to the door, so I rest my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes.

 

I listen as Chris opens the door, and mumbles a “hello” to whoever is standing there.

 

I hear Phil’s voice answer him back. He’s talking quietly and his voice sounds shaky and nervous.

 

“Chris… um, it got out.” he says.

 

I raise my head off the pillow again and try to figure out what he’s talking about.

 

“It got out, about the divorce. It’s all over the news back home.” Phil says nervously.

 

I hear Chris sigh, and his breathing becomes uneasy, as if he’s about to cry.

 

“Your publicist want’s to know if you have a statement,” Phil says “I can’t believe they even bother with this, but that’s his job I guess.”

 

“No… I… don’t. Why? No, why should I have to give a fucking statement? No. It’s no one’s fucking business.” I hear Chris say, his voice quivering.

 

“Yeah man I know, listen I’m sorry. You okay?” Phil asks.

 

“Um, yeah.. I’ll be … I’ll be okay.” Chris says absentmindedly.

 

Phil says goodbye, and I hear Chris shut the door and fumble back to bed through the darkness.

 

I sit up, and flip the light on. I turn to face him, and see a startled expression on his face.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.

 

He’s sitting up in bed, his head leaning back against the headboard. I move myself over across the huge king sized bed and place myself next to him.

 

“Chris?” I say quietly.

 

He’s looking down, and it feels like a long time before he finally makes eye contact.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I repeat.

 

“Because….” he says, pausing for a minute. “Because… you’re a journalist for fucks sake.”

 

I look away from him, a little hurt at what he’s just said.

 

“So, you don’t trust me?” I ask him.

 

“It’s not you. I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even tell you how much I hate that. How much I hate the fact that anywhere I go, I have to be prepared for paparazzi to ambush me and my family. I hate the fact that I can’t sit down and talk to anyone without wondering if they’ll go and sell their story to the tabloids. What’s happened here with you, is so unlike me to do. And you don’t know how afraid I’ve been that you’ll go back to the states next week and write it all out. Write out everything we’ve shared. And I didn’t tell you about the divorce because I thought it would just be another thing for you to use against me. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” By the end of this, he’s breathing hard and blinking back tears.

 

I stare at him in shock. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t believe that he’s thought all of this about me.

 

I take his hands in mine and place my face so close to his that he has no choice but to look me in the eye.

 

“Chris, what’s happened here this week, is not going anywhere. I’m not going to use any of this against you. Please believe me. I’m not going to drag both of our personal lives out in the public for everyone to read about. I just won’t. You can trust me really. And you didn’t have to hide the divorce from me. I will not write about it. I swear, Chris. The article is strictly music. We’re Rolling Stone for fucks sake, not The Daily Mirror. I’m not going to fuck you over. You don’t deserve that.” I tell him, looking into his eyes the entire time.

 

He looks at me unsure at first, but slowly he starts to nod. I can see the worry fade from his face.

 

“Do you believe me?” I ask him.

 

“Yes. I do. I really do.” he nods his head again.

 

I pull myself close to him, and wrap my arms around his body. He places his arms around me, and gently kisses my forehead.

 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I tell him.

 

“How can I be sure?” He whispers.

 

I can tell now that he’s talking about the divorce.

 

“What if I never get to see my kids again?” he says. I look up at him and see him angrily wiping away a tear. “I’ll die. I’ll just die. They’re my life.”

 

“It won’t happen.” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re wife knows how much you love them, and what a good father you are. You’ll see them. Just have hope, Chris. Have hope that it will all be okay. Can you promise me that?” I ask him.

 

“I promise I’ll try.” he says.

 

I take his head in my hands and kiss him gently. I lay down against my pillow and he snuggles up on top of me. His head is laying gently on my chest. He moves himself up slightly, and cuddles his face into the warmth of my neck.

 

“Thank you.” he whispers into my ear.

 

Emotionally exhausted, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

______________________________________

 

 

 

 

Brilliant!(and sad) Than you!!!

It could happen.

 

I bet there's a higher chance of this than like winning the lottery or whatever.

 

So you know... we're pretty sane.

 

 

Btw... SYS 6 was amazing. I just wish these could come more often. :P

 

Bbbbbbut I'm not sane!

I'm the exact opposite....:P

Being insane = funnessss

I mean this with no offense...

 

 

 

you people have the wildest imaginations ever.:cool4:

 

Ty, ty

Your too kind! :)

lauren!! lij part 6 was so sweet!!! :D

 

 

and thanks, prospekt!!

 

okay, so i'm attempting to fix "SYS" with emma's help.

 

and it's not her fault if this doesn't work. i'm just.... an idiot. :P

 

here:

 

SEE YOU SOON.

PART FIVE

 

 

I woke up the next morning to the smell of crackling bacon coming from the kitchen. God, I hadn’t smelled that since my last boyfriend. I can’t even remember when that was. When I sat up this pounding headache hit me like a ton of bricks. “Holy shit.” I moaned, holding my head.

“Oh, you’re up!” I heard Chris’s voice say from behind me. Then he appeared at my side with a cup of coffee. “Here, take this. I promise it will help.”

I looked at what he had in his hand. “An Asprin and an antacid?”

Chris grinned. “Don’t judge me. I promise you it works!”

I reluctantly took them out of his hand and shoved them down my throat with a splash of some of the best coffee I’d ever tasted. Suddenly I felt a rush of relief in my head. “Jesus, how did you know that works?”

“Old trick my dad would use for himself. Now come and get breakfast.”

I stood up to see my worn out table completely set for two, with a beautiful bouquet sitting in the middle. “Daisies. How did you know I love Daisies?”

Chris flipped a pancake. “Guessed.”

I sat down at the head of the table and a few minutes later a fresh pile of pancakes and a side of bacon were in front of me. Since I hadn’t eaten real food in days, I dug in. Chris’s eyes watched me with satisfaction for a few seconds then he dug in himself. “You know, I remembered something.”

I looked up with confusion, Chris laughed. “I didn’t get to tell you four things no one knows about me last night.”

At first I was completely shocked that he’d bring the subject up, so I put down my fork and knife. “Okay, let’s go.”

Chris set his silverware down and put a finger on his temple. “Um, okay. These are going to be shit.”

We sat there in silence for a few seconds.

“I cheated on more than seven tests in University.”

I chuckled. “I totally have you beat on that one.”

“I broke my sister’s boyfriends nose when she was seventeen.”

“People know that! Okay, since you really can’t think of any, gimme one more. And make it good.”

Chris looked up at me and shifted his weight in my direction. “I tried to kill myself once.”

At first I thought he was joking, but the seriously saddened look on his face made me realize he wasn’t kidding. “Oh, um. You really didn’t have to tell me that if you didn’t want to.”

He looked up and gently put a hand on mine. “For some reason I feel extra comfortable with you. Like, I can tell you anything in the world.”

I smiled and played with the tips of his fingers. “You want to talk about what happened?”

Chris sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Well, I was six. My parents had just had my first brother, Matthew. So they were basically doting over him and I felt incredibly left out. Like, they didn’t love me or whatever. So, I went up onto the roof and I was about to jump off when my dad called me. Matthew got real sick, and it was then that I realized that if I did hurt myself, he wouldn’t have an older brother to look out for him.”

I took my hand off his and replaced it on his cheek. Since he hadn’t shaved he was getting a bit of a five o’clock shadow. I could feel it under my thumb as I gently stroked his face. He just kept smiling at me, and a seconds later my lips were pressed against his. I had just met the man two fucking days ago, and I already had so much feeling for him. This was something I really, really couldn’t explain. After about a minute I pulled away from him and we just sat there, resting our foreheads on each others. A while later we resumed our breakfast, holding each other’s hands when Chris finally said something. “You know, I have to go to Perth in a week.”

My heart sunk. “When will you be back?”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Probably not for a while.”

Shit. Just when I meet one of the sweetest guys ever, he flies off to be a big singer. Why, why do I always fuck myself over? After a few more minutes of silence then Chris set his silverware down. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Again, he must’ve been joking. I looked up to see his bright blue eyes staring straight through me, looking for an answer. “W…what?”

“Come with me.” he said again, like it was no big deal.

I ran a hand through my chocolate brown hair. “Chris, I, I have a job.”

“Don’t you have any vacation time?”

Now the idea became more rational. I did have seven weeks of vacation time because well, I never went on vacation. Chief probably could do without me, right? “Are you sure?”

Chris gently wiped a stray hair off of my face. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

This incredibly relaxing, incredibly exciting moment was interrupted completely by my phone ringing. I reached over to the coffee table and flipped it open. “Hello?” I said happily.

“Soph?” Amy panted. “Oh God, Sophie!”

I stood up, immediately alert by the tone in Amy’s voice. “What? What’s wrong?"

“The baby’s coming! Oh God, can you meet us at the hospital?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

 

 

 

EDIT: didn't work.

 

DAMN.

 

well, i guess i'll just post mine not in spoilers anymore? :blush::(

next part to sys coming!!!

Lovers in Japan[/color][/size]

 

 

 

 

We’re lying in bed surrounded by a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Our hair is still wet from the shower, and we’ve cuddled up against each other under the blankets.

 

“What should we do today?” I ask, looking up at Chris.

 

My head is clutched tightly to his bare chest, my arms are wrapped around him.

 

“Nothing,” he says looking down at me. “Absolutely nothing. There‘s no gig tonight, let’s just stay in bed all day.”

 

He runs his hand down my back, and over the curve of my hips. Tracing every inch of my body with his finger.

 

“Why don’t we go to the park again?” I ask him.

 

“No, I think it’s supposed to rain today. Thunderstorm actually.” he tells me.

 

Sure enough a few minutes later, we hear the heavy rain drops pelting against the window, and the thunder crashes and roars loudly outside. We stay in bed all day giggling at the Japanese television shows that we don’t understand. We order room service, and afterwards we get back under the covers and listen to the thunderstorm.

 

I fall asleep at about 7, Chris is beside me still flipping through the channels when I close my eyes.

 

____________________________

 

I’m awoken a few hours later by a knocking at the door. I peek out from under the covers. The room is pitch black, and I can still hear the knocking. Soon I hear Chris stumbling to the door, so I rest my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes.

 

I listen as Chris opens the door, and mumbles a “hello” to whoever is standing there.

 

I hear Phil’s voice answer him back. He’s talking quietly and his voice sounds shaky and nervous.

 

“Chris… um, it got out.” he says.

 

I raise my head off the pillow again and try to figure out what he’s talking about.

 

“It got out, about the divorce. It’s all over the news back home.” Phil says nervously.

 

I hear Chris sigh, and his breathing becomes uneasy, as if he’s about to cry.

 

“Your publicist want’s to know if you have a statement,” Phil says “I can’t believe they even bother with this, but that’s his job I guess.”

 

“No… I… don’t. Why? No, why should I have to give a fucking statement? No. It’s no one’s fucking business.” I hear Chris say, his voice quivering.

 

“Yeah man I know, listen I’m sorry. You okay?” Phil asks.

 

“Um, yeah.. I’ll be … I’ll be okay.” Chris says absentmindedly.

 

Phil says goodbye, and I hear Chris shut the door and fumble back to bed through the darkness.

 

I sit up, and flip the light on. I turn to face him, and see a startled expression on his face.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.

 

He’s sitting up in bed, his head leaning back against the headboard. I move myself over across the huge king sized bed and place myself next to him.

 

“Chris?” I say quietly.

 

He’s looking down, and it feels like a long time before he finally makes eye contact.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I repeat.

 

“Because….” he says, pausing for a minute. “Because… you’re a journalist for fucks sake.”

 

I look away from him, a little hurt at what he’s just said.

 

“So, you don’t trust me?” I ask him.

 

“It’s not you. I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even tell you how much I hate that. How much I hate the fact that anywhere I go, I have to be prepared for paparazzi to ambush me and my family. I hate the fact that I can’t sit down and talk to anyone without wondering if they’ll go and sell their story to the tabloids. What’s happened here with you, is so unlike me to do. And you don’t know how afraid I’ve been that you’ll go back to the states next week and write it all out. Write out everything we’ve shared. And I didn’t tell you about the divorce because I thought it would just be another thing for you to use against me. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” By the end of this, he’s breathing hard and blinking back tears.

 

I stare at him in shock. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t believe that he’s thought all of this about me.

 

I take his hands in mine and place my face so close to his that he has no choice but to look me in the eye.

 

“Chris, what’s happened here this week, is not going anywhere. I’m not going to use any of this against you. Please believe me. I’m not going to drag both of our personal lives out in the public for everyone to read about. I just won’t. You can trust me really. And you didn’t have to hide the divorce from me. I will not write about it. I swear, Chris. The article is strictly music. We’re Rolling Stone for fucks sake, not The Daily Mirror. I’m not going to fuck you over. You don’t deserve that.” I tell him, looking into his eyes the entire time.

 

He looks at me unsure at first, but slowly he starts to nod. I can see the worry fade from his face.

 

“Do you believe me?” I ask him.

 

“Yes. I do. I really do.” he nods his head again.

 

I pull myself close to him, and wrap my arms around his body. He places his arms around me, and gently kisses my forehead.

 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I tell him.

 

“How can I be sure?” He whispers.

 

I can tell now that he’s talking about the divorce.

 

“What if I never get to see my kids again?” he says. I look up at him and see him angrily wiping away a tear. “I’ll die. I’ll just die. They’re my life.”

 

“It won’t happen.” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re wife knows how much you love them, and what a good father you are. You’ll see them. Just have hope, Chris. Have hope that it will all be okay. Can you promise me that?” I ask him.

 

“I promise I’ll try.” he says.

 

I take his head in my hands and kiss him gently. I lay down against my pillow and he snuggles up on top of me. His head is laying gently on my chest. He moves himself up slightly, and cuddles his face into the warmth of my neck.

 

“Thank you.” he whispers into my ear.

 

 

 

 

Emotionally exhausted, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

______________________________________

 

 

 

 

Excellent Lauren!!!! Great Job!!!

SEE YOU SOON.

 

 

PART SIX.

 

 

I busted through the doors of the hospital with Chris slowly following behind me. The entire place was a mess as usual, so I went up to Shawna, one of the maternity nurses. “Where's Amy Nelson's room?” I asked incredibly quickly.

“Room seven, doctor.” she said while checking out Chris, who looked incredibly overwhelmed.

I took Chris's hand and sprinted to room seven. When we got there, I quickly found a nurse to get me scrubs. “Do you want to wait out here?” I asked Chris while trying to catch my breath.

Chris nodded. “They don't let paps in here, do they?”

I pointed to the waiting room and gave him a kiss on the neck. “If you have problems with anyone, and I mean anyone, let Shawna know. She'll take them out herself.”

After Chris was safely sitting in the waiting room I walked into Amy's room. When I got in there were tons of flowers sitting in every corner and every open space. My guess was Brandon bought all of them. He was sitting right by her side, squeezing her hand so hard it was turning pink. Amy was just about asleep when I got in, which meant she must've been almost ready for her C- section. “Hi.” I whispered to Brandon.

He got up slowly and gave me a hug. “Thank you so much for being here. Amy told me you had a hot date.”

I giggled. “Do you know how many centimeters dilated she is?”

Brandon shook his head. “All they said was they'll get started when you arrive.”

That must've meant she was being taken care of by nurses, who had no idea what they were doing. So I checked her chart for myself. “She seems to be just about ready.”

I jumped into my scrubs as the doctors sent Amy and Brandon down to the delivery room. When I walked out of the women's bathroom I noticed Chris, sitting there all alone, reading some sort of sports magazine. “You really don't have to stay.” I said. “Really. I feel so bad dragging you through this.”

Chris looked up and smiled. “Are you kidding? This is the most interesting thing to happen to me in a long time.”

“Better than the Grammys?”

He nodded. “Way better.”

Suddenly Chris stood up and gently put a hand on my neck. “You sure you're ready for this?”

How did this man know exactly what I was thinking. “Do you think I am?”

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I pulled him in and stuffed my head into his incredibly sweet smelling shoulders. We must've been there for at least ten minutes until I heard Shawna call me. “They're ready.” she said, giving me an odd smile.

I let go of Chris and kissed him on the lips. “Really, if you want to go, go.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

A few minutes later I was in the deliver room, completely rejuvenated and ready for this. Amy was already on the table and she was awake, talking to Brandon. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Sophie!” Amy screamed, slightly drugged. “How was the hot date? Brandon told me you came in wearing the same thing you wore last night. Did you get lucky?”

“You're about to have a baby.”

“I know, I know. Did you?”

After a few minutes they had Amy under the anesthesia. I took the incision knife and gently cut my best friend's stomach six inches. The entire room was completely quiet, and a few seconds later I was at the uterus. I gently cut the top of the uterus and the first thing I saw was a tiny foot, moving around inside this clear bubble. Once I had my new nice or nephew completely exposed to the world, I noticed their tiny neck was wrapped around the umbilical cord.

Two hours and a lot of gentle cutting and pulling and stitching later, I stumbled out into the waiting room, where Brandon and Chris looked like they were getting along pretty well. When I was about ten feet away from them, they both looked up and immediately walked up to me, waiting for me to say something. Anything.

My eyes started to tear up as Brandon stared at me like he was trying to stare the answer out of me. I looked him straight into his big, almond brown eyes and smiled. “Congratulations, Brandon. You have a daughter.”

 

 

 

don't worry, it'll pick up when they go to australia.:wink3:

Aw, She had a girl!!!! This is sooo good Christina!!!! More More....

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We’re lying in bed surrounded by a tangled mess of sheets and pillows. Our hair is still wet from the shower, and we’ve cuddled up against each other under the blankets.

 

“What should we do today?” I ask, looking up at Chris.

 

My head is clutched tightly to his bare chest, my arms are wrapped around him.

 

“Nothing,” he says looking down at me. “Absolutely nothing. There‘s no gig tonight, let’s just stay in bed all day.”

 

He runs his hand down my back, and over the curve of my hips. Tracing every inch of my body with his finger.

 

“Why don’t we go to the park again?” I ask him.

 

“No, I think it’s supposed to rain today. Thunderstorm actually.” he tells me.

 

Sure enough a few minutes later, we hear the heavy rain drops pelting against the window, and the thunder crashes and roars loudly outside. We stay in bed all day giggling at the Japanese television shows that we don’t understand. We order room service, and afterwards we get back under the covers and listen to the thunderstorm.

 

I fall asleep at about 7, Chris is beside me still flipping through the channels when I close my eyes.

 

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I’m awoken a few hours later by a knocking at the door. I peek out from under the covers. The room is pitch black, and I can still hear the knocking. Soon I hear Chris stumbling to the door, so I rest my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes.

 

I listen as Chris opens the door, and mumbles a “hello” to whoever is standing there.

 

I hear Phil’s voice answer him back. He’s talking quietly and his voice sounds shaky and nervous.

 

“Chris… um, it got out.” he says.

 

I raise my head off the pillow again and try to figure out what he’s talking about.

 

“It got out, about the divorce. It’s all over the news back home.” Phil says nervously.

 

I hear Chris sigh, and his breathing becomes uneasy, as if he’s about to cry.

 

“Your publicist want’s to know if you have a statement,” Phil says “I can’t believe they even bother with this, but that’s his job I guess.”

 

“No… I… don’t. Why? No, why should I have to give a fucking statement? No. It’s no one’s fucking business.” I hear Chris say, his voice quivering.

 

“Yeah man I know, listen I’m sorry. You okay?” Phil asks.

 

“Um, yeah.. I’ll be … I’ll be okay.” Chris says absentmindedly.

 

Phil says goodbye, and I hear Chris shut the door and fumble back to bed through the darkness.

 

I sit up, and flip the light on. I turn to face him, and see a startled expression on his face.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.

 

He’s sitting up in bed, his head leaning back against the headboard. I move myself over across the huge king sized bed and place myself next to him.

 

“Chris?” I say quietly.

 

He’s looking down, and it feels like a long time before he finally makes eye contact.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I repeat.

 

“Because….” he says, pausing for a minute. “Because… you’re a journalist for fucks sake.”

 

I look away from him, a little hurt at what he’s just said.

 

“So, you don’t trust me?” I ask him.

 

“It’s not you. I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even tell you how much I hate that. How much I hate the fact that anywhere I go, I have to be prepared for paparazzi to ambush me and my family. I hate the fact that I can’t sit down and talk to anyone without wondering if they’ll go and sell their story to the tabloids. What’s happened here with you, is so unlike me to do. And you don’t know how afraid I’ve been that you’ll go back to the states next week and write it all out. Write out everything we’ve shared. And I didn’t tell you about the divorce because I thought it would just be another thing for you to use against me. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” By the end of this, he’s breathing hard and blinking back tears.

 

I stare at him in shock. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t believe that he’s thought all of this about me.

 

I take his hands in mine and place my face so close to his that he has no choice but to look me in the eye.

 

“Chris, what’s happened here this week, is not going anywhere. I’m not going to use any of this against you. Please believe me. I’m not going to drag both of our personal lives out in the public for everyone to read about. I just won’t. You can trust me really. And you didn’t have to hide the divorce from me. I will not write about it. I swear, Chris. The article is strictly music. We’re Rolling Stone for fucks sake, not The Daily Mirror. I’m not going to fuck you over. You don’t deserve that.” I tell him, looking into his eyes the entire time.

 

He looks at me unsure at first, but slowly he starts to nod. I can see the worry fade from his face.

 

“Do you believe me?” I ask him.

 

“Yes. I do. I really do.” he nods his head again.

 

I pull myself close to him, and wrap my arms around his body. He places his arms around me, and gently kisses my forehead.

 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I tell him.

 

“How can I be sure?” He whispers.

 

I can tell now that he’s talking about the divorce.

 

“What if I never get to see my kids again?” he says. I look up at him and see him angrily wiping away a tear. “I’ll die. I’ll just die. They’re my life.”

 

“It won’t happen.” I tell him. “I’m sure you’re wife knows how much you love them, and what a good father you are. You’ll see them. Just have hope, Chris. Have hope that it will all be okay. Can you promise me that?” I ask him.

 

“I promise I’ll try.” he says.

 

I take his head in my hands and kiss him gently. I lay down against my pillow and he snuggles up on top of me. His head is laying gently on my chest. He moves himself up slightly, and cuddles his face into the warmth of my neck.

 

“Thank you.” he whispers into my ear.

 

Emotionally exhausted, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

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SQUEE!! I LOVE IT!!!!!:D:D:D SOOO goood!! can't wait for the next part!!:dance:

SEE YOU SOON.

 

 

PART SIX.

 

 

I busted through the doors of the hospital with Chris slowly following behind me. The entire place was a mess as usual, so I went up to Shawna, one of the maternity nurses. “Where's Amy Nelson's room?” I asked incredibly quickly.

“Room seven, doctor.” she said while checking out Chris, who looked incredibly overwhelmed.

I took Chris's hand and sprinted to room seven. When we got there, I quickly found a nurse to get me scrubs. “Do you want to wait out here?” I asked Chris while trying to catch my breath.

Chris nodded. “They don't let paps in here, do they?”

I pointed to the waiting room and gave him a kiss on the neck. “If you have problems with anyone, and I mean anyone, let Shawna know. She'll take them out herself.”

After Chris was safely sitting in the waiting room I walked into Amy's room. When I got in there were tons of flowers sitting in every corner and every open space. My guess was Brandon bought all of them. He was sitting right by her side, squeezing her hand so hard it was turning pink. Amy was just about asleep when I got in, which meant she must've been almost ready for her C- section. “Hi.” I whispered to Brandon.

He got up slowly and gave me a hug. “Thank you so much for being here. Amy told me you had a hot date.”

I giggled. “Do you know how many centimeters dilated she is?”

Brandon shook his head. “All they said was they'll get started when you arrive.”

That must've meant she was being taken care of by nurses, who had no idea what they were doing. So I checked her chart for myself. “She seems to be just about ready.”

I jumped into my scrubs as the doctors sent Amy and Brandon down to the delivery room. When I walked out of the women's bathroom I noticed Chris, sitting there all alone, reading some sort of sports magazine. “You really don't have to stay.” I said. “Really. I feel so bad dragging you through this.”

Chris looked up and smiled. “Are you kidding? This is the most interesting thing to happen to me in a long time.”

“Better than the Grammys?”

He nodded. “Way better.”

Suddenly Chris stood up and gently put a hand on my neck. “You sure you're ready for this?”

How did this man know exactly what I was thinking. “Do you think I am?”

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I pulled him in and stuffed my head into his incredibly sweet smelling shoulders. We must've been there for at least ten minutes until I heard Shawna call me. “They're ready.” she said, giving me an odd smile.

I let go of Chris and kissed him on the lips. “Really, if you want to go, go.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

A few minutes later I was in the deliver room, completely rejuvenated and ready for this. Amy was already on the table and she was awake, talking to Brandon. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Sophie!” Amy screamed, slightly drugged. “How was the hot date? Brandon told me you came in wearing the same thing you wore last night. Did you get lucky?”

“You're about to have a baby.”

“I know, I know. Did you?”

After a few minutes they had Amy under the anesthesia. I took the incision knife and gently cut my best friend's stomach six inches. The entire room was completely quiet, and a few seconds later I was at the uterus. I gently cut the top of the uterus and the first thing I saw was a tiny foot, moving around inside this clear bubble. Once I had my new nice or nephew completely exposed to the world, I noticed their tiny neck was wrapped around the umbilical cord.

Two hours and a lot of gentle cutting and pulling and stitching later, I stumbled out into the waiting room, where Brandon and Chris looked like they were getting along pretty well. When I was about ten feet away from them, they both looked up and immediately walked up to me, waiting for me to say something. Anything.

My eyes started to tear up as Brandon stared at me like he was trying to stare the answer out of me. I looked him straight into his big, almond brown eyes and smiled. “Congratulations, Brandon. You have a daughter.”

 

 

don't worry, it'll pick up when they go to australia.:wink3:

I LOVE IT CHRISTINA!!:D its really good!!!:D

hah hah "did you get lucky?" "your about to have a baby" "i know i know. did you" :laugh3::laugh3:!! i cracked up!

can't wait for part 7!

I said I would post a couple this weekend but I havn't, I aplogise, I have been busy! Next week is my easter holiday so I will have lots of time!

hah, thanks tracey and marisa!!! you make me feel so loved. :smug::wacko:

Hey guys! I've been working on this fanfic for a while called 'A Warning Sign', It's a Jonny fic with an original character but the other boys are in it quite a bit as well. If you guys like it I'll continue to post here, just let me know! :book2:

 

Here is Chapter 1, I broke it up into two part (most chapters will have two parts for the different POVs :))

 

Chapter One - Part One

 

 

 

 

I awoke groggily, disoriented at first. I was lying on my back in some four star hotel. It’s almost impossible to know for sure what city I’m in or what hour of the day it is. I venture a guess: “Osaka…no, no that was last week hmm, Tokyo?” I think to myself with my eyes still closed I listen intently for the familiar sound of rushing traffic and a bustling city.

 

Nothing. It was much too quiet to be Tokyo.

 

“Aha, we’re in Australia” I remember “…so Perth definitely…or is it Sydney?”

 

Regardless of where I am something is definitely different about today. I open my eyes slowly and feeling two arms wrapped securely around my middle, my eyes fall upon a rosy-cheeked brunette sharing my pillow. A smile spreads instantly across my face, she’s snuggled against me in her sleep and I let out a content sigh, relishing in the feel of her by my side. The fact that I even get to wake up next to her is a rare gift and we haven’t seen each other in almost month. It’s been a long, exhausting tour and on top of it the team is constantly discussing ways to fit in more dates before the end of the year.

 

I brush my lips against her forehead causing her to stir slightly. Stretching, she opens her eyes and smiles sweetly up at me “’Morning” she says sleepily.

 

“Morning beautiful. How’d you sleep?” I ask kissing the tip of her nose.

 

“Mmm, best night’s sleep I’ve had in three weeks,” She stretches again. “Jetlag’s a bitch though, 22 hour flight and 12 hour time difference? Not cool.”

 

“Tell me about it, I don’t even know what time it is anymore” I laugh lightly.

 

“Well you know Jonny, there’s this new invention, not sure if you’ve heard about it but it’s called a clock and….” but I’m already kissing her before she can finish and she pulls the sheets over our heads, laughing against my lips, all concern about the hour lost in the early morning sunlight.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One - Part Two

 

 

 

 

“Guess who?” a voice asks. I’m sitting in the hotel lobby when he surprises me from behind, covering my eyes with his hands.

 

“Please let it be James McAvoy, please let it be James McAvoy” I whisper jokingly, crossing my fingers for good measure.

 

“Oh so that’s how it is?” he asks in mock anger before dropping his hands and kissing me on the cheek.

 

“How are you Guy?” I ask, sliding over on the couch to make room for him.

 

“I’m good, tired as fuck mind you, but pretty good for the fourth leg of this tour I’d say. Did your flight get in last night? Jon said something about waiting up for you.”

 

“Yeah, I got in last night around 3:30am. I expected to find you sitting down here at the bar but instead I ran into Chris who was off to do a bit of poolside yoga and asked if I wanted to join.”

 

“Oh yes, exactly what one wants to do after traveling for twenty-plus hours.” He laughs.

 

“Right? Sadly I had to decline his invite but Jon was passed out when I finally got up to the room anyway. It’s good you’ll be in Australia for the next few weeks you’re all in need of a break.”

 

“It’s definitely nice to be in one place for a bit.” He says scratching his neck.

 

“Guy you ready? We’re leaving for sound check now.” A handsome man with red hair and sunglasses walks closer to where we’re sitting.

 

“Hello April, how was your trip?” he asks removing the glasses and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

 

“Hey Phil, it was okay. Long, but definitely worth it. If I had flown with you guys to Japan and stayed last week I wouldn’t be able to relax now, I had so much work to finish in New York.” I say getting up from the couch and walking with them to the hotel entrance.

 

“They’re here already?” I ask almost in disbelief of the half-dozen paparazzi waiting outside the entrance. A couple of them snap a few of Guy before lowering their cameras.

 

“Yup, they were at the airport when we arrived and we haven’t been able to lose them since.” Phil tells me.

 

Soon flashes are going off at an alarming rate and I turn to see Chris followed by Jonny. Typical of the paparazzi to shoot Chris more than the other guys, not that I could complain. It meant that Jonny and I could walk down the street in peace no matter where we were and for that I was extremely grateful.

 

“Why don’t you ride in our van April?” Guy nudges me “I’m sure Will will want to see you.”

 

I turn back again to see the photographers following Jonny and Chris up to their van where Coldplay’s security guard Kelly helps the boys in and shuts the door behind them.

 

“Sure” I smile allowing Guy to help me into the open van. I spot Will in the back concentrating intently on his magazine and seats myself next to him.

 

“Hello William, have you been a good boy since the last time I saw you?” I tease him.

 

“Been speaking to Marianne, then?” he asks solemnly raising an eyebrow at me.

 

“She might have mentioned something” I smirk trying to hold back laughter.

 

“Well April, what can I say, the woman is never wrong, damned should I forget it.” He finally smiles and kisses me once on each cheek. “How are you by the way?”

 

“I’m great, very excited to have missed the big snowstorms headed for NYC.”

 

“Ah, I heard about that. Jon was worried your flight might be cancelled. Bit of a climate shock going from that to this huh?”

 

“Haha, a very nice shock I have to say. Are we going to be seeing Mar in the great land of OZ?” I ask taking his magazine and flipping through it.

 

“Unfortunately no, Ava’s got a cold and we’re having the kitchen painted so it’s sort of bad timing.” He frowns rubbing the top of his head, his hair quite a bit longer than I had seen it last.

 

“Aw, that stinks. It’s okay though we’ll still have fun, promise.” Will and I catch up as Guy sits in front of us with his iPod on, every so often rolling down the window to snap a few shots with his camera and next to him Phil chats quietly on his phone before turning around to join the conversation.

 

“Get enough sun already Phil?” I ask eyeing his redder than usual face.

 

“Quite enough.” He says seriously, “I don’t think I‘ll be out in broad daylight for the rest of the trip if I can help it.” He laughs and then almost immediately looks as if he’s in pain.

 

“Fuck, I can’t even laugh anymore.” He grimaces and then answers his now buzzing phone.

 

“Hello? Yeah, yeah Jon she’s with us. Don’t worry our van’s right behind yours. Alright. Ok, I’ll tell her…bye.” Phil flips his phone closed. “Do you have your mobile off? Jonny said he tried calling you.”

 

“Shit. yeah, I turned it off for the flight and I completely forgot to turn it back on.” I rummage through my purse and grab my phone powering it up.

 

 

“Oh Will, you never did let me listen to the beat you were working on.” Guy pulls his earphones out and turns around in his seat to face them.

 

“Right, sorry. Well when we get inside then, it’s on my computer.” He says patting the bag next to him. “We’re here now anyway.”

 

Soon the arena is in sight and the caravan makes its way to the VIP entrance around back.

 

I look out the window and spot a small group of fans waiting for the band with colorful signs and ‘VIVA’ t-shirts near the back entrance. I smiles at the sign that says “I <3 JB: Guitar God of the Galaxy” and imagine Jonny going red at the sight of it.

 

“How is it we never see any ‘Guy Berryman is the Supreme Sexy Bass Player of the Solar System’ signs?” Guy asks frowning.

 

“Oh yes Guy, let’s feel sorry for ourselves shall we? I mean you’re not nearly handsome enough to lead a satisfying life.” Will says dryly making me giggle.

 

“Do you want to stop for them? Or should we let Chris and Jonny go?” Guy asks removing his sunglasses and hanging them on the collar of his shirt.

 

“Looks like Chris is already getting out but we can still go if you want.” Will shrugs.

 

“Sure why not, it’s our first day here in years and they did make signs.” He tells the driver to pull into the arena anyway and they’ll walk back out themselves.

 

Once inside Guy and Will make their way out to meet the fans while Phil and I head inside already discussing ways to kill time before the show.

 

 

 

Haha, cute! I like it. :nice:

aww, i really like "a warning sign"! well done! :nice:!

Good Job sarah!!!!

Haha, cute! I like it. :nice:

 

aww, i really like "a warning sign"! well done! :nice:!

 

Good Job sarah!!!!

 

Thank you guys :kiss: I'm working on the next few chapters right now though I'm not sure when I'll post Chapter 2, I still have some revisions to do :P

 

Glad you like it so far though :)

I'm finally getting to update the archive, however I am very very far behind. Keep in mind far behind as in twelve pages behind. This may take some time and I am going to miss out on the start of The Castle on TV but please do not post until I have updated. Thank yee