I like it!!!!!

Kyra, loved it!!! Made me want to know more about the story of how they met, (Fictionally speaking), Good job!!!

 

Corkus, thanks I will remember the giant paragraphs. TY

awh, i LOVE schoolboys!!

 

i just got back from watching "doubt", so at first the title scared the hell outta me. :laugh4:!

 

it's great!!

Kyra your stor makes me very excited about the following chapters!

And your writing style is as amazing as always :wacky:

Announcement[/color]! I don't know if any of you remember what I was writing about (I hope you don't) because it's changed. The other story just wasn't working out for now. So, I've started another one. It's about what would happen if the band first met in secondary school (high school for us American folks). It's got some drama, some comedy, and a lot more Guy and Jonny than in Healing.

 

Okay, the first chapter's really short. They get longer, I promise. :P

 

 

 

Schoolboys

 

Chris's POV

 

I threw my things down on the damp grass, kicking them to the side. It was a beautiful day, and I had no intention to take the time to study. But a minute later, I figured that I probably should. I decided to catch up on my reading for Literature class, and I grudgingly pulled The Great Gatsby out of my knapsack. I wasn’t such a huge fan of American classics...

 

I sighed and sank down on the grass, shielding my eyes against the abnormally bright sunlight. “Hey!” someone called. I glanced up, startled, only to have something large and painful fly into my head.

 

With a small yelp, I bent forward, holding the back of my skull protectively. The pain was starting to set in. “Jesus!” I hissed, thoroughly annoyed. I noticed a football sitting a few feet away, and I mentally cursed whomever had kicked it at my head.

 

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry...I didn’t think it would fly this far!” said a new, distinctly Scottish voice. I glared up at the intruder, but I softened as I looked him over. He was rather small, with messy dark hair. He seemed nervous, but he kept his chin up defensively. He looked a year or two younger than I was, and I nearly laughed as I realized he was probably a little scared of me. But then again, who could possibly be scared of me?

 

My self-confidence dipping, I unconsciously covered a blemish on my chin.

 

“It’s okay, I guess. I’m fine.” I assured. He was already forgiven, anyway. The messy-haired boy picked something off the ground and handed it to me apologetically. It was my copy of Gatsby.

 

“It got a little wet...” he muttered.

 

“It’s okay; it’s too damn boring anyway.” I laughed, taking it from his hands. Striking up a little more courage than usual, I decided to introduce myself. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

 

“Guy.” he responded, jokingly holding out his hand. I smiled and shook it, glad to make a new friend. God knows I needed some.

 

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:uhoh2: Did I do okay? Please, United Kingdom folks, let me know if I screw anything up.

 

I love it :D

Announcement[/color]! I don't know if any of you remember what I was writing about (I hope you don't) because it's changed. The other story just wasn't working out for now. So, I've started another one. It's about what would happen if the band first met in secondary school (high school for us American folks). It's got some drama, some comedy, and a lot more Guy and Jonny than in Healing.

 

Okay, the first chapter's really short. They get longer, I promise. :P

 

 

 

Schoolboys

 

Chris's POV

 

I threw my things down on the damp grass, kicking them to the side. It was a beautiful day, and I had no intention to take the time to study. But a minute later, I figured that I probably should. I decided to catch up on my reading for Literature class, and I grudgingly pulled The Great Gatsby out of my knapsack. I wasn’t such a huge fan of American classics...

 

I sighed and sank down on the grass, shielding my eyes against the abnormally bright sunlight. “Hey!” someone called. I glanced up, startled, only to have something large and painful fly into my head.

 

With a small yelp, I bent forward, holding the back of my skull protectively. The pain was starting to set in. “Jesus!” I hissed, thoroughly annoyed. I noticed a football sitting a few feet away, and I mentally cursed whomever had kicked it at my head.

 

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry...I didn’t think it would fly this far!” said a new, distinctly Scottish voice. I glared up at the intruder, but I softened as I looked him over. He was rather small, with messy dark hair. He seemed nervous, but he kept his chin up defensively. He looked a year or two younger than I was, and I nearly laughed as I realized he was probably a little scared of me. But then again, who could possibly be scared of me?

 

My self-confidence dipping, I unconsciously covered a blemish on my chin.

 

“It’s okay, I guess. I’m fine.” I assured. He was already forgiven, anyway. The messy-haired boy picked something off the ground and handed it to me apologetically. It was my copy of Gatsby.

 

“It got a little wet...” he muttered.

 

“It’s okay; it’s too damn boring anyway.” I laughed, taking it from his hands. Striking up a little more courage than usual, I decided to introduce myself. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

 

“Guy.” he responded, jokingly holding out his hand. I smiled and shook it, glad to make a new friend. God knows I needed some.

 

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:uhoh2: Did I do okay? Please, United Kingdom folks, let me know if I screw anything up.

It sounds really promising :)

Can't wait to read more, esp. as it's from a different angle timewise ;)

Updated as well :)

^^:dance:!

Hey guys! Here is the next Chapter of 'A Warning Sign'. Just a heads up this chapter is quite long and the second part contains sexual content :o

 

Here it is, enjoy!

 

Chapter Three: Part One

 

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: April POV

 

The memory of last night is still somewhat hazy and I make a mental note to not, under any circumstance, trust Guy when he says there is no alcohol in the drinks he’s handing out.

 

After being friends with the band for five years I should probably know these sorts of details but the mild hangover is a small price to pay for a night of hilarious entertainment. Being around a group of guys when they’re more than slightly drunk and in good company is a very telling experience and I knew it’d be great material for blackmail should I ever need it.

 

Shaking my head at the antics of the night before I try to focus on what I’m doing. I’m standing in our hotel room at the edge of the king-size bed, Jonny’s luggage open in front of me as I sort through it. I fold a pair of grey jeans and put them in the ‘clean’ pile before gathering a blue button down shirt and miscellaneous pairs of socks and throwing them in a pile on the floor destined to be laundered.

 

I fold a few more of his shirts, leaving aside one of Chris’s that seems to have gotten mixed in somehow, when I come across something hard tucked into a pair of rolled up socks at the bottom of Jonny’s bag. I can’t help but gasp as I uncover a small, black velvet box. Struggling to keep my hands steady, I debate whether or not to open the lid as my heartbeat pounds wildly in my ears.

 

This can’t seriously be what I think it is, can it? I mean sure we had talked about it before and we practically lived together when he wasn’t touring and when I didn’t have to be in New York. But still…after almost four years of being together I guess I had figured he was pretty comfortable with where we were and wouldn’t want to risk changing the routine we’d grown so accustomed to. My sister constantly teased me that he’d never go through with it and we’d be perpetually dating because Jonny was too scared of commitment. I’d always laugh it off but lately maybe I’d actually begun to believe her.

 

Throwing caution to the wind I quickly lift the lid. My heart stops for a moment as I stare down at possibly the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen in my life. The band is smooth platinum with a beautiful round cut diamond in the center accented by two smaller diamonds on either side. The size is classic and delicate, maybe about 1 ½ carats and absolutely exquisite.

 

I see something white wedged between the side of the box and the small insert that held the ring. When I pull it out I notice it’s a sales receipt but it’s not the price that I’m worried about, I scan the slip looking for the date of purchase and stare at it in disbelief.

 

18.12.2007

 

My mind is racing as I reread it, scanning it over and over to make sure I’m not seeing things.

 

He’s had this ring since December?

 

I count aloud quietly before letting out a long sigh, “Fifteen months.” He’s been carrying around an engagement ring for 15 months and there had been no sign of a proposal whatsoever.

 

I try to remember if he’d even hinted at anything two Christmases ago. The past year had been so hectic it was hard to remember last week let alone almost a year and a half ago.

 

My mind runs through a checklist of what I can remember; We had been at his parents’ house for Christmas Eve and then spent Christmas Day at his flat in North London. The guys had been working long hours to finish the album in time for the spring, which meant he was constantly at the Bakery. Meanwhile I had been editing scripts for Universal pretty much through the holiday and was continually flying between New York and London so that we could spend time together. He had surprised me with a daytrip to Paris in late January and when we got there he said he had booked a hotel and planned a romantic evening…

 

 

He had already bought the ring by then, “So what happened?” I say softly to the empty room. Why didn’t he go through with it?

 

I’m replaying the night in my head, wracking my brain trying to recall everything we had talked about during the trip that seemed so distant now. Did I say something wrong or did he just chicken out?

 

He had become one of my best friends even before we had started dating and I trusted him more than anyone in my life …so didn't he believe in us enough to go through with it? I stop myself suddenly when I realize I’ve been pacing the same path in the rug for the last five minutes.

 

I cover my eyes with my hands and gently apply pressure, there was a migraine coming on, I could feel it. I just needed to calm down.

 

He was scared and it was understandable; marriage wasn’t something to be taken lightly and maybe he wanted to wait until things settled down with the constant cycle of touring and writing and recording before he fully committed to a life together.

 

I refused to continue this internal battle with myself because it seemed ridiculous to be filled with unjustified doubt about our relationship, I know he loves me.

 

I make sure the receipt it tucked back into place and take one last fleeting look at the ring. I can’t help but smile as it catches the sunlight and sends radiant little beams of white dancing around the room. Closing the box I lodge it safely in the pair of rolled up socks in the bottom of the bag and arrange Jonny’s clean clothes on top of it zipping the bag shut and then shoving the dirty clothes from the floor into a laundry bag

 

I figure the boys should be done with their band meeting so remembering Chris’s shirt, I head out of the room, pushing all thoughts of the ring to the back of my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: Part Two

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: April

 

Stepping off the elevator I make my way past the concierge desk down a small hallway that leads to a room marked ‘Board Room’ with a sheet of paper taped below reading ‘RESERVED: MEETING IN PROGRESS’.

 

I peek through the small paneled window above the door handle and see that for the most part everyone has gone except for the boys, the band’s assistants and sound technician Dan Green. Jonny was on the far end of the long table, chatting quietly with Will, while Guy and Chris stood near the door with Phil who was texting furiously on his blackberry.

 

I open the door stealthily and poke Chris playfully on his side.

 

“I’ve just felt someone try to kill me I think” Chris tells Phil who doesn’t look up from his phone.

 

“Hm?” he continues typing madly while Guy watches, slightly bemused.

 

“There is a mass murderer on the loose and she’s in this room, at this very moment. And she’s just told me that she only kills gingers…it’s like her fetish or something, and now I’ll be killed for telling her secret.” Chris pulls me into the room, keeping me hidden behind him.

 

“Is this you’re way of telling me to fuck off because I said your idea for the setup at Wembley was moronic? Practically everyone agreed with me.” Phil has stopped typing and looks Chris in the eye.

 

“Will doesn’t count. He hates most of what I say.” Chris says, a bit more serious now.

 

“Chris…” I hear someone say disapprovingly and I peer around his shoulder to see that Guy, growing bored of the antics has made his way across the room to join Will and Jonny.

 

“He’s right most of the time…we’ll leave it at that,” Phil says slipping his phone into his pocket, “Also, the killer should know that I’m not a natural red head and so my life should be spared” he says lightening the mood.

 

“Well then I’d tell her that if she’d do her research she’d realize that the carpet matches the drapes so to speak, and you would not only be killed but tortured first for lying.”

 

“How long is this going to go on?” I ask, stepping out from behind Chris and tapping my foot impatiently.

 

“Oh I could do this all day, or we could just skip to the part where he tells me I’m a child after which I agree and call him a fucking wanker for stating the obvious and then we go on our merry way.” Chris says grinning.

 

“You’re such a child,” Phil mutters under his breath.

 

“Obviously, you fucking wanker.” Chris smiles and Phil dismisses himself making some excuse about arranging dinner reservations for the night.

 

“See? Simple.” Chris says with an air of accomplishment.

 

“Now that I’ve got you alone Chris, there’s something I need to know.” I say lowering my voice, “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?" I lightly shove the shirt I had in my hand against his chest making him take a step back.

 

“I found THIS in his bag so don’t try to deny it.” I say, narrowing my eyes jokingly.

 

“Damn, I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this…” he shakes his head.

 

“You didn’t hear this from me but…” he glances around to make sure no one will hear us before leaning in, “I won’t sleep with him because word on the street is, he’s been screwing around with Terry… who’s got what some like to call, ‘the clap’ ” he whispers out of the side of his mouth. “STDs aren’t really my thing…” he continues, scratching his head.

 

“And who’s Terry?” I whisper back.

 

“Terry…y’know… Terry,” He says vaguely, grasping a few strands of my hair in his hand and tickling my chin with the ends, his eyes glinting deviously.

 

I’m thinking hard when it hits me. He’s talking about an inanimate object.

 

“You’re talking about the fucking television? That disturbing little thing that you use during shows?” I ask, shuddering at the thought as I brush his hand away.

 

“Whoa Ho! Listen to that mouth” he says acting shocked.

 

“Jay, your April is getting dirty with me” he yells loud enough for the entire room to hear.

 

“She says she wants to do naughty things to me and I just might have to oblige unless yo - - ” I clap my hand over his mouth to stop his incessant babbling.

 

“Christopher Anthony,” I say scolding him, “I will count to three and then you’re going to behave,” his muffled words continue on as if my hand weren’t placed firmly over his mouth.

 

“One.” He’s still talking.

 

“Two.” Not surprisingly, still talking.

 

“Two and a half,” his eyes are wide in amusement as he babbles on.

 

“Three.” I wait a beat and am shocked to hear that he’s stopped but realize Chris suddenly isn’t looking at me anymore.

 

I follow his eyes and turn around to see Jonny standing there with his arms crossed, a menacing look on his face.

 

“Yikes” Chris lets out a feminine squeak. “I’ll be good, I promise” he smirks.

 

“Right” Jonny says, trying not to laugh.

 

“Maybe I should leave you two to duke it out,” I say, stepping out from between them.

 

“Try not to die, Jon. I’m kind of partial to having you around.” I kiss him on the cheek before making my way into the hallway.

 

“OOW” I hear Chris yelp through the doorway followed by Jonny’s loud laughter.

 

The door opens again and it doesn’t take Jonny long to catch up to me. He places his arm around my shoulder as he walks next to me, timing his long striding steps with my much shorter ones.

 

“Fancy going to dinner with me?” He asks kissing my temple softly.

 

“Hmm…like a date?” I ask smiling up at him and encircle his waist with my arms, stopping to turning and face him.

 

“Yes like a date.” He grins cutely kissing me on the lips and crushing me to him tightly.

 

My mind wanders for a moment, as I remember the box buried away upstairs and how I’d worried over nothing, our relationship was fine. Everything was the way it’s supposed to be.

 

“Well, unless…I mean, we don’t have to…” he says softly, loosening his arms from around me. His green eyes were staring intently, trying to read me.

 

“Are you kidding? After finding out that you’ve been screwing a television? I think you owe me one hell of a date.” I say kissing him lightly on the shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze around the waist.

 

“Should I even ask?” he chuckles lightly, obviously confused.

 

I think for a moment before responding, “Probably not, it might end with Chris getting his ass kicked. Again.”

 

“Ah, right.” We continue our walk down the hallway and to the elevator.

 

“How much time before our date?” I ask leaning against the elevator wall and pulling him towards me once we’re inside.

 

“Why…what did you have in mind?” he places his hands on either side of me and leans in.

 

“Oh, I dunno. nothing special.” I kiss his neck slowly, flicking my tongue against his quickening pulse and allowing my teeth to catch his skin slightly. I smile when I hear him inhale sharply, his hands coming to rest on my hips to balance himself.

 

“You’re such a flirt. How can you stand it?” I can practically hear the smile in his voice, his lips against my ear, as the vibration from his words send shock waves down my spine.

 

When the elevator arrives on our floor he takes my hand in his, and I pull our room key from my back pocket.

 

As soon as he pulls the door shut behind us his lips find mine and I push him closer to the bed, forgetting about the bag of laundry on the floor. His foot catches it and he tumbles onto the bed taking me with him.

 

“Slightly less graceful than expected.” he beams up at me charmingly as I take off his hat and run my hands through his somewhat disheveled hair.

 

“Why are you so cute? It’s hard to dirty things to you when you’re this adorable.” I trace the curve of his lips with my finger, straddling him as he unbuttons my jeans.

 

“Well, there are harder things, I’m sure” he says cheekily, flipping us over, pulling my jeans down and tossing them on the floor.

 

“I’m not sure…I know….what…you’re talk….talking about Jonathon.” I say between kisses. He tugs his shirt over his head before helping me with mine. While he’s unbuckling his pants I make my way closer to the headboard and prop myself up on the pillows, motioning him to follow.

 

When he’s close enough to touch I reach my hand out to tug on the elastic of his boxers, sliding my hand lower to run my fingers along the tip of his obvious arousal.

 

“What do you want, love?” I ask, looking him in the eye as his hips move toward my hand involuntarily.

 

“Just you.” His voice is filled with longing and soon he's laying me down and unhooking my bra; pushing the straps from my shoulders and sensually kissing the exposed skin.

 

I allow him to remove my bra completely, followed by my underwear while I push his boxers down the rest of the way until there’s just the heat of his skin upon mine.

 

I want to scream from the anticipation but bite my lip to keep the sound from escaping as he aligns his hips with mine.

 

The pressure of his hardness against my thigh is almost too much to take and finally he grips my hips for leverage, gasping as he enters me. The feel of us entwined is pure bliss and my head tips back on it’s own accord, no longer able to contain the cry of ecstasy.

 

“Mmm” he’s breathing hard against my collarbone as our bodies move in unison, my skin on fire from his touch.

 

I clutch his shoulders to steady myself, his momentum picking up and he grabs my legs wrapping them around his waist. Our bodies are slick with sweat from our frenzied movement and my eyes flutter shut from the sensations he’s causing.

 

“Open your eyes, April” he says kissing my jaw. I do as he tells me, and open them to find him staring fervently back at me. The sheer intimacy of his gaze rocks me to my core, sending an orgasm rippling through me, and I'm unashamedly moaning his name against his mouth and arching my back as it hits.

 

My response seems to send him over the edge and a quiet “Fuck” escapes his lips as he climaxes, his body shuddering against mine. He rests his head on my chest, exhausted and out of breath as I tenderly run my fingers through his hair and down the sides of his face.

 

He rolls over and wraps me in his arms, pulling the sheets around us. I bury my face in his chest smiling but he reaches down, tilting my chin to look at him.

 

“You’re beautiful” he says softly, the fingertips of his other hand drawing imaginary circles on the small of my back. My breath catches in my throat and in our closeness I'm positive he can feel my heart hammering wildly from his words.

 

“So are you” I tell him sincerely, trailing kisses along his chest and shoulder.

 

“Love you,” I whisper.

 

“I love you too.” He says.

 

I try to stifle a yawn but my eyes feel heavy, the sanctuary of his arms is far too pleasant and much too comfortable to fight sleep.

 

Jonny says something but I don’t quite catch it, I’m already drifting into darkness and I yield to it willingly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ok, so please let me know what you guys think about this chapter, I was somewhat worried about posting it and I still don't know how I feel about it but any feedback would be awesome and very greatly appreciated!

Sarah, I tell it like it is!!! Brace yourself!!! This story was very sweet, the way you described things were right on the button, and the sexual content was done very well, detailed, and sensual. I really enjoyed it. The banter with Chris was quite funny. So good Job!!!

 

Tracey

Sarah, I tell it like it is!!! Brace yourself!!! This story was very sweet, the way you described things were right on the button, and the sexual content was done very well, detailed, and sensual. I really enjoyed it. The banter with Chris was quite funny. So good Job!!!

 

Tracey

 

Aw Tracey, thank you soo much! I'm really happy that you enjoyed it, your comment means a lot :blush:

Thank you lots for your kind reviews! I'm really excited to see how this story turns out. :dance: And unlike Healing, this fic is still being written, so feel free to give me any ideas about things you might like to see. ;)

 

 

 

Schoolboys(Don't think about Doubt when you read the title!) :P

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I stared at the different foods before me. I didn’t want pizza, and I definitely didn’t want the pasta. “Chris.” I nudged my friend and pointed at the glass. “What should I get?” I asked as I watched him lick some chocolate pudding off his finger. Ever since we’d met during our first year here, we’d been pretty much inseparable. In fact, we didn’t even have many friends apart from each other. Chris always joked that we didn’t need any.

 

“Get that.” he said, pointing to the pizza. I shook my head and told him I really didn’t feel like pizza. “Well, get whatever.” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got to make your own decisions, Jonny-boy.” laughed Chris, dipping his finger in his pudding again. I rolled my eyes dramatically and took a slice of pizza anyway.

 

“Shit, Jon...can I borrow a pound?”

 

“You never paid me back from last week!” I groaned. “Come on, man.”

 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but I’ve already put my finger in the pudding...” I ignored him, but I placed a one pound note on his tray nonetheless. When I glanced back to see his reaction, I was shocked to see a genuinely guilty look on his face. “No, keep your pound. I’ll just put the sandwich back.” he said, already reaching for it. I slapped his wrist away exasperatedly.

 

“Take it; you need to eat more. What do you weigh, like 6 stone?”

 

“Very funny. I’m 7 stone 8.”

 

“Skin and bones.” I said, grinning.

 

“Well, we can’t all be...” he trailed off, but I knew what he had been going to say. Chris looked slightly horrified, but I shrugged. “Jonny...” he looked as if someone had shoved a lemon down his throat.

 

“S’okay. I know I’m...squishy.”

 

“No! It’s just...I didn’t...God, I’m such an idiot...”

 

As he was mumbling incoherently behind me, I paid for my food and drifted away to our table. “Jon, you’re not...I never meant to imply...”

 

“Jesus, Chris, it’s okay. I’m not offended or anything, I promise.” I set my tray down and he tentatively did the same. “Just stop making it a huge deal.”

 

Before he could reply, there was a loud crash just twenty feet away. Startled, we both turned to see what had caused the sound. A few people were gathered around the spot, and some of the boys were laughing and shouting. Chris and I watched curiously, tilting our head to get a better look. Any distraction from the mundane school schedule was welcomed gratefully.

 

At the middle of the small commotion, there was a slightly...squishy kid, about our age. He had short, reddish brown hair, and he looked somewhat angry (for lack of a better word). Turns out, he had dropped his tray. Chris, saint that he was, practically sprinted over to help. The kid eyed him suspiciously, but accepted his assistance grudgingly. One of the lunch ladies bustled over to help as well, and everyone started to disperse.

 

To my surprise, when Chris came back to the table, he wasn’t alone. “My table’s full, mind if I join you?” asked the boy quietly, his face blushing. Up close, he didn’t look so angry anymore.

 

“Of course you can join us! I’m Jonny.” I introduced myself, offering a shy grin.

 

“I’m Will.” said the boy, giving me a small smile in return.

 

“And I’m Chris.” chirped Chris, waving absently. As he dipped another finger into his pudding, I began to wonder what had inspired him to help Will so quickly. Normally, he was pretty shy. As I began to take large bites of my pizza, I tried to think of things to talk about. Eventually, Chris began a conversation about Julia Roberts, and I gratefully joined in.

 

 

 

 

Thank you lots for your kind reviews! I'm really excited to see how this story turns out. :dance: And unlike Healing, this fic is still being written, so feel free to give me any ideas about things you might like to see. ;)

 

 

 

Schoolboys(Don't think about Doubt when you read the title!) :P

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I stared at the different foods before me. I didn’t want pizza, and I definitely didn’t want the pasta. “Chris.” I nudged my friend and pointed at the glass. “What should I get?” I asked as I watched him lick some chocolate pudding off his finger. Ever since we’d met during our first year here, we’d been pretty much inseparable. In fact, we didn’t even have many friends apart from each other. Chris always joked that we didn’t need any.

 

“Get that.” he said, pointing to the pizza. I shook my head and told him I really didn’t feel like pizza. “Well, get whatever.” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got to make your own decisions, Jonny-boy.” laughed Chris, dipping his finger in his pudding again. I rolled my eyes dramatically and took a slice of pizza anyway.

 

“Shit, Jon...can I borrow a pound?”

 

“You never paid me back from last week!” I groaned. “Come on, man.”

 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but I’ve already put my finger in the pudding...” I ignored him, but I placed a one pound note on his tray nonetheless. When I glanced back to see his reaction, I was shocked to see a genuinely guilty look on his face. “No, keep your pound. I’ll just put the sandwich back.” he said, already reaching for it. I slapped his wrist away exasperatedly.

 

“Take it; you need to eat more. What do you weigh, like 6 stone?”

 

“Very funny. I’m 7 stone 8.”

 

“Skin and bones.” I said, grinning.

 

“Well, we can’t all be...” he trailed off, but I knew what he had been going to say. Chris looked slightly horrified, but I shrugged. “Jonny...” he looked as if someone had shoved a lemon down his throat.

 

“S’okay. I know I’m...squishy.”

 

“No! It’s just...I didn’t...God, I’m such an idiot...”

 

As he was mumbling incoherently behind me, I paid for my food and drifted away to our table. “Jon, you’re not...I never meant to imply...”

 

“Jesus, Chris, it’s okay. I’m not offended or anything, I promise.” I set my tray down and he tentatively did the same. “Just stop making it a huge deal.”

 

Before he could reply, there was a loud crash just twenty feet away. Startled, we both turned to see what had caused the sound. A few people were gathered around the spot, and some of the boys were laughing and shouting. Chris and I watched curiously, tilting our head to get a better look. Any distraction from the mundane school schedule was welcomed gratefully.

 

At the middle of the small commotion, there was a slightly...squishy kid, about our age. He had short, reddish brown hair, and he looked somewhat angry (for lack of a better word). Turns out, he had dropped his tray. Chris, saint that he was, practically sprinted over to help. The kid eyed him suspiciously, but accepted his assistance grudgingly. One of the lunch ladies bustled over to help as well, and everyone started to disperse.

 

To my surprise, when Chris came back to the table, he wasn’t alone. “My table’s full, mind if I join you?” asked the boy quietly, his face blushing. Up close, he didn’t look so angry anymore.

 

“Of course you can join us! I’m Jonny.” I introduced myself, offering a shy grin.

 

“I’m Will.” said the boy, giving me a small smile in return.

 

“And I’m Chris.” chirped Chris, waving absently. As he dipped another finger into his pudding, I began to wonder what had inspired him to help Will so quickly. Normally, he was pretty shy. As I began to take large bites of my pizza, I tried to think of things to talk about. Eventually, Chris began a conversation about Julia Roberts, and I gratefully joined in.

 

 

 

 

Wonderful! I love all the little things you use to describe their characters *happy sigh* :D

Thank you lots for your kind reviews! I'm really excited to see how this story turns out. :dance: And unlike Healing, this fic is still being written, so feel free to give me any ideas about things you might like to see. ;)

 

 

 

Schoolboys(Don't think about Doubt when you read the title!) :P

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I stared at the different foods before me. I didn’t want pizza, and I definitely didn’t want the pasta. “Chris.” I nudged my friend and pointed at the glass. “What should I get?” I asked as I watched him lick some chocolate pudding off his finger. Ever since we’d met during our first year here, we’d been pretty much inseparable. In fact, we didn’t even have many friends apart from each other. Chris always joked that we didn’t need any.

 

“Get that.” he said, pointing to the pizza. I shook my head and told him I really didn’t feel like pizza. “Well, get whatever.” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got to make your own decisions, Jonny-boy.” laughed Chris, dipping his finger in his pudding again. I rolled my eyes dramatically and took a slice of pizza anyway.

 

“Shit, Jon...can I borrow a pound?”

 

“You never paid me back from last week!” I groaned. “Come on, man.”

 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but I’ve already put my finger in the pudding...” I ignored him, but I placed a one pound note on his tray nonetheless. When I glanced back to see his reaction, I was shocked to see a genuinely guilty look on his face. “No, keep your pound. I’ll just put the sandwich back.” he said, already reaching for it. I slapped his wrist away exasperatedly.

 

“Take it; you need to eat more. What do you weigh, like 6 stone?”

 

“Very funny. I’m 7 stone 8.”

 

“Skin and bones.” I said, grinning.

 

“Well, we can’t all be...” he trailed off, but I knew what he had been going to say. Chris looked slightly horrified, but I shrugged. “Jonny...” he looked as if someone had shoved a lemon down his throat.

 

“S’okay. I know I’m...squishy.”

 

“No! It’s just...I didn’t...God, I’m such an idiot...”

 

As he was mumbling incoherently behind me, I paid for my food and drifted away to our table. “Jon, you’re not...I never meant to imply...”

 

“Jesus, Chris, it’s okay. I’m not offended or anything, I promise.” I set my tray down and he tentatively did the same. “Just stop making it a huge deal.”

 

Before he could reply, there was a loud crash just twenty feet away. Startled, we both turned to see what had caused the sound. A few people were gathered around the spot, and some of the boys were laughing and shouting. Chris and I watched curiously, tilting our head to get a better look. Any distraction from the mundane school schedule was welcomed gratefully.

 

At the middle of the small commotion, there was a slightly...squishy kid, about our age. He had short, reddish brown hair, and he looked somewhat angry (for lack of a better word). Turns out, he had dropped his tray. Chris, saint that he was, practically sprinted over to help. The kid eyed him suspiciously, but accepted his assistance grudgingly. One of the lunch ladies bustled over to help as well, and everyone started to disperse.

 

To my surprise, when Chris came back to the table, he wasn’t alone. “My table’s full, mind if I join you?” asked the boy quietly, his face blushing. Up close, he didn’t look so angry anymore.

 

“Of course you can join us! I’m Jonny.” I introduced myself, offering a shy grin.

 

“I’m Will.” said the boy, giving me a small smile in return.

 

“And I’m Chris.” chirped Chris, waving absently. As he dipped another finger into his pudding, I began to wonder what had inspired him to help Will so quickly. Normally, he was pretty shy. As I began to take large bites of my pizza, I tried to think of things to talk about. Eventually, Chris began a conversation about Julia Roberts, and I gratefully joined in.

 

 

 

 

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Awesome stories people!:D

I can't believe that people can be so creative on wrinting stories..

I wish I could write :D (No clue about what tho:P)

 

Can't wait to read more! ;)

Warning Sign and Schoolboys are brilliant!!!!Love them!

A Warning Sign[/color]'. Just a heads up this chapter is quite long and the second part contains sexual content :o

 

Here it is, enjoy!

 

Chapter Three: Part One

 

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: April POV

 

The memory of last night is still somewhat hazy and I make a mental note to not, under any circumstance, trust Guy when he says there is no alcohol in the drinks he’s handing out.

 

After being friends with the band for five years I should probably know these sorts of details but the mild hangover is a small price to pay for a night of hilarious entertainment. Being around a group of guys when they’re more than slightly drunk and in good company is a very telling experience and I knew it’d be great material for blackmail should I ever need it.

 

Shaking my head at the antics of the night before I try to focus on what I’m doing. I’m standing in our hotel room at the edge of the king-size bed, Jonny’s luggage open in front of me as I sort through it. I fold a pair of grey jeans and put them in the ‘clean’ pile before gathering a blue button down shirt and miscellaneous pairs of socks and throwing them in a pile on the floor destined to be laundered.

 

I fold a few more of his shirts, leaving aside one of Chris’s that seems to have gotten mixed in somehow, when I come across something hard tucked into a pair of rolled up socks at the bottom of Jonny’s bag. I can’t help but gasp as I uncover a small, black velvet box. Struggling to keep my hands steady, I debate whether or not to open the lid as my heartbeat pounds wildly in my ears.

 

This can’t seriously be what I think it is, can it? I mean sure we had talked about it before and we practically lived together when he wasn’t touring and when I didn’t have to be in New York. But still…after almost four years of being together I guess I had figured he was pretty comfortable with where we were and wouldn’t want to risk changing the routine we’d grown so accustomed to. My sister constantly teased me that he’d never go through with it and we’d be perpetually dating because Jonny was too scared of commitment. I’d always laugh it off but lately maybe I’d actually begun to believe her.

 

Throwing caution to the wind I quickly lift the lid. My heart stops for a moment as I stare down at possibly the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen in my life. The band is smooth platinum with a beautiful round cut diamond in the center accented by two smaller diamonds on either side. The size is classic and delicate, maybe about 1 ½ carats and absolutely exquisite.

 

I see something white wedged between the side of the box and the small insert that held the ring. When I pull it out I notice it’s a sales receipt but it’s not the price that I’m worried about, I scan the slip looking for the date of purchase and stare at it in disbelief.

 

18.12.2007

 

My mind is racing as I reread it, scanning it over and over to make sure I’m not seeing things.

 

He’s had this ring since December?

 

I count aloud quietly before letting out a long sigh, “Fifteen months.” He’s been carrying around an engagement ring for 15 months and there had been no sign of a proposal whatsoever.

 

I try to remember if he’d even hinted at anything two Christmases ago. The past year had been so hectic it was hard to remember last week let alone almost a year and a half ago.

 

My mind runs through a checklist of what I can remember; We had been at his parents’ house for Christmas Eve and then spent Christmas Day at his flat in North London. The guys had been working long hours to finish the album in time for the spring, which meant he was constantly at the Bakery. Meanwhile I had been editing scripts for Universal pretty much through the holiday and was continually flying between New York and London so that we could spend time together. He had surprised me with a daytrip to Paris in late January and when we got there he said he had booked a hotel and planned a romantic evening…

 

 

He had already bought the ring by then, “So what happened?” I say softly to the empty room. Why didn’t he go through with it?

 

I’m replaying the night in my head, wracking my brain trying to recall everything we had talked about during the trip that seemed so distant now. Did I say something wrong or did he just chicken out?

 

He had become one of my best friends even before we had started dating and I trusted him more than anyone in my life …so didn't he believe in us enough to go through with it? I stop myself suddenly when I realize I’ve been pacing the same path in the rug for the last five minutes.

 

I cover my eyes with my hands and gently apply pressure, there was a migraine coming on, I could feel it. I just needed to calm down.

 

He was scared and it was understandable; marriage wasn’t something to be taken lightly and maybe he wanted to wait until things settled down with the constant cycle of touring and writing and recording before he fully committed to a life together.

 

I refused to continue this internal battle with myself because it seemed ridiculous to be filled with unjustified doubt about our relationship, I know he loves me.

 

I make sure the receipt it tucked back into place and take one last fleeting look at the ring. I can’t help but smile as it catches the sunlight and sends radiant little beams of white dancing around the room. Closing the box I lodge it safely in the pair of rolled up socks in the bottom of the bag and arrange Jonny’s clean clothes on top of it zipping the bag shut and then shoving the dirty clothes from the floor into a laundry bag

 

I figure the boys should be done with their band meeting so remembering Chris’s shirt, I head out of the room, pushing all thoughts of the ring to the back of my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: Part Two

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: April

 

Stepping off the elevator I make my way past the concierge desk down a small hallway that leads to a room marked ‘Board Room’ with a sheet of paper taped below reading ‘RESERVED: MEETING IN PROGRESS’.

 

I peek through the small paneled window above the door handle and see that for the most part everyone has gone except for the boys, the band’s assistants and sound technician Dan Green. Jonny was on the far end of the long table, chatting quietly with Will, while Guy and Chris stood near the door with Phil who was texting furiously on his blackberry.

 

I open the door stealthily and poke Chris playfully on his side.

 

“I’ve just felt someone try to kill me I think” Chris tells Phil who doesn’t look up from his phone.

 

“Hm?” he continues typing madly while Guy watches, slightly bemused.

 

“There is a mass murderer on the loose and she’s in this room, at this very moment. And she’s just told me that she only kills gingers…it’s like her fetish or something, and now I’ll be killed for telling her secret.” Chris pulls me into the room, keeping me hidden behind him.

 

“Is this you’re way of telling me to fuck off because I said your idea for the setup at Wembley was moronic? Practically everyone agreed with me.” Phil has stopped typing and looks Chris in the eye.

 

“Will doesn’t count. He hates most of what I say.” Chris says, a bit more serious now.

 

“Chris…” I hear someone say disapprovingly and I peer around his shoulder to see that Guy, growing bored of the antics has made his way across the room to join Will and Jonny.

 

“He’s right most of the time…we’ll leave it at that,” Phil says slipping his phone into his pocket, “Also, the killer should know that I’m not a natural red head and so my life should be spared” he says lightening the mood.

 

“Well then I’d tell her that if she’d do her research she’d realize that the carpet matches the drapes so to speak, and you would not only be killed but tortured first for lying.”

 

“How long is this going to go on?” I ask, stepping out from behind Chris and tapping my foot impatiently.

 

“Oh I could do this all day, or we could just skip to the part where he tells me I’m a child after which I agree and call him a fucking wanker for stating the obvious and then we go on our merry way.” Chris says grinning.

 

“You’re such a child,” Phil mutters under his breath.

 

“Obviously, you fucking wanker.” Chris smiles and Phil dismisses himself making some excuse about arranging dinner reservations for the night.

 

“See? Simple.” Chris says with an air of accomplishment.

 

“Now that I’ve got you alone Chris, there’s something I need to know.” I say lowering my voice, “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?" I lightly shove the shirt I had in my hand against his chest making him take a step back.

 

“I found THIS in his bag so don’t try to deny it.” I say, narrowing my eyes jokingly.

 

“Damn, I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this…” he shakes his head.

 

“You didn’t hear this from me but…” he glances around to make sure no one will hear us before leaning in, “I won’t sleep with him because word on the street is, he’s been screwing around with Terry… who’s got what some like to call, ‘the clap’ ” he whispers out of the side of his mouth. “STDs aren’t really my thing…” he continues, scratching his head.

 

“And who’s Terry?” I whisper back.

 

“Terry…y’know… Terry,” He says vaguely, grasping a few strands of my hair in his hand and tickling my chin with the ends, his eyes glinting deviously.

 

I’m thinking hard when it hits me. He’s talking about an inanimate object.

 

“You’re talking about the fucking television? That disturbing little thing that you use during shows?” I ask, shuddering at the thought as I brush his hand away.

 

“Whoa Ho! Listen to that mouth” he says acting shocked.

 

“Jay, your April is getting dirty with me” he yells loud enough for the entire room to hear.

 

“She says she wants to do naughty things to me and I just might have to oblige unless yo - - ” I clap my hand over his mouth to stop his incessant babbling.

 

“Christopher Anthony,” I say scolding him, “I will count to three and then you’re going to behave,” his muffled words continue on as if my hand weren’t placed firmly over his mouth.

 

“One.” He’s still talking.

 

“Two.” Not surprisingly, still talking.

 

“Two and a half,” his eyes are wide in amusement as he babbles on.

 

“Three.” I wait a beat and am shocked to hear that he’s stopped but realize Chris suddenly isn’t looking at me anymore.

 

I follow his eyes and turn around to see Jonny standing there with his arms crossed, a menacing look on his face.

 

“Yikes” Chris lets out a feminine squeak. “I’ll be good, I promise” he smirks.

 

“Right” Jonny says, trying not to laugh.

 

“Maybe I should leave you two to duke it out,” I say, stepping out from between them.

 

“Try not to die, Jon. I’m kind of partial to having you around.” I kiss him on the cheek before making my way into the hallway.

 

“OOW” I hear Chris yelp through the doorway followed by Jonny’s loud laughter.

 

The door opens again and it doesn’t take Jonny long to catch up to me. He places his arm around my shoulder as he walks next to me, timing his long striding steps with my much shorter ones.

 

“Fancy going to dinner with me?” He asks kissing my temple softly.

 

“Hmm…like a date?” I ask smiling up at him and encircle his waist with my arms, stopping to turning and face him.

 

“Yes like a date.” He grins cutely kissing me on the lips and crushing me to him tightly.

 

My mind wanders for a moment, as I remember the box buried away upstairs and how I’d worried over nothing, our relationship was fine. Everything was the way it’s supposed to be.

 

“Well, unless…I mean, we don’t have to…” he says softly, loosening his arms from around me. His green eyes were staring intently, trying to read me.

 

“Are you kidding? After finding out that you’ve been screwing a television? I think you owe me one hell of a date.” I say kissing him lightly on the shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze around the waist.

 

“Should I even ask?” he chuckles lightly, obviously confused.

 

I think for a moment before responding, “Probably not, it might end with Chris getting his ass kicked. Again.”

 

“Ah, right.” We continue our walk down the hallway and to the elevator.

 

“How much time before our date?” I ask leaning against the elevator wall and pulling him towards me once we’re inside.

 

“Why…what did you have in mind?” he places his hands on either side of me and leans in.

 

“Oh, I dunno. nothing special.” I kiss his neck slowly, flicking my tongue against his quickening pulse and allowing my teeth to catch his skin slightly. I smile when I hear him inhale sharply, his hands coming to rest on my hips to balance himself.

 

“You’re such a flirt. How can you stand it?” I can practically hear the smile in his voice, his lips against my ear, as the vibration from his words send shock waves down my spine.

 

When the elevator arrives on our floor he takes my hand in his, and I pull our room key from my back pocket.

 

As soon as he pulls the door shut behind us his lips find mine and I push him closer to the bed, forgetting about the bag of laundry on the floor. His foot catches it and he tumbles onto the bed taking me with him.

 

“Slightly less graceful than expected.” he beams up at me charmingly as I take off his hat and run my hands through his somewhat disheveled hair.

 

“Why are you so cute? It’s hard to dirty things to you when you’re this adorable.” I trace the curve of his lips with my finger, straddling him as he unbuttons my jeans.

 

“Well, there are harder things, I’m sure” he says cheekily, flipping us over, pulling my jeans down and tossing them on the floor.

 

“I’m not sure…I know….what…you’re talk….talking about Jonathon.” I say between kisses. He tugs his shirt over his head before helping me with mine. While he’s unbuckling his pants I make my way closer to the headboard and prop myself up on the pillows, motioning him to follow.

 

When he’s close enough to touch I reach my hand out to tug on the elastic of his boxers, sliding my hand lower to run my fingers along the tip of his obvious arousal.

 

“What do you want, love?” I ask, looking him in the eye as his hips move toward my hand involuntarily.

 

“Just you.” His voice is filled with longing and soon he's laying me down and unhooking my bra; pushing the straps from my shoulders and sensually kissing the exposed skin.

 

I allow him to remove my bra completely, followed by my underwear while I push his boxers down the rest of the way until there’s just the heat of his skin upon mine.

 

I want to scream from the anticipation but bite my lip to keep the sound from escaping as he aligns his hips with mine.

 

The pressure of his hardness against my thigh is almost too much to take and finally he grips my hips for leverage, gasping as he enters me. The feel of us entwined is pure bliss and my head tips back on it’s own accord, no longer able to contain the cry of ecstasy.

 

“Mmm” he’s breathing hard against my collarbone as our bodies move in unison, my skin on fire from his touch.

 

I clutch his shoulders to steady myself, his momentum picking up and he grabs my legs wrapping them around his waist. Our bodies are slick with sweat from our frenzied movement and my eyes flutter shut from the sensations he’s causing.

 

“Open your eyes, April” he says kissing my jaw. I do as he tells me, and open them to find him staring fervently back at me. The sheer intimacy of his gaze rocks me to my core, sending an orgasm rippling through me, and I'm unashamedly moaning his name against his mouth and arching my back as it hits.

 

My response seems to send him over the edge and a quiet “Fuck” escapes his lips as he climaxes, his body shuddering against mine. He rests his head on my chest, exhausted and out of breath as I tenderly run my fingers through his hair and down the sides of his face.

 

He rolls over and wraps me in his arms, pulling the sheets around us. I bury my face in his chest smiling but he reaches down, tilting my chin to look at him.

 

“You’re beautiful” he says softly, the fingertips of his other hand drawing imaginary circles on the small of my back. My breath catches in my throat and in our closeness I'm positive he can feel my heart hammering wildly from his words.

 

“So are you” I tell him sincerely, trailing kisses along his chest and shoulder.

 

“Love you,” I whisper.

 

“I love you too.” He says.

 

I try to stifle a yawn but my eyes feel heavy, the sanctuary of his arms is far too pleasant and much too comfortable to fight sleep.

 

Jonny says something but I don’t quite catch it, I’m already drifting into darkness and I yield to it willingly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ok, so please let me know what you guys think about this chapter, I was somewhat worried about posting it and I still don't know how I feel about it but any feedback would be awesome and very greatly appreciated!

 

 

:wideeyed: genuinely amazing. I feel like I'm reading an actual novel. It's so well written! :D

Yeah, A Warning Sign is really good. It's a very refreshing fic. :D

btw where is the whole story of warning sign cos its gr8 lol ?????

Thank you lots for your kind reviews! I'm really excited to see how this story turns out. :dance: And unlike Healing, this fic is still being written, so feel free to give me any ideas about things you might like to see. ;)

 

 

 

Schoolboys(Don't think about Doubt when you read the title!) :P

 

Jonny’s POV

 

I stared at the different foods before me. I didn’t want pizza, and I definitely didn’t want the pasta. “Chris.” I nudged my friend and pointed at the glass. “What should I get?” I asked as I watched him lick some chocolate pudding off his finger. Ever since we’d met during our first year here, we’d been pretty much inseparable. In fact, we didn’t even have many friends apart from each other. Chris always joked that we didn’t need any.

 

“Get that.” he said, pointing to the pizza. I shook my head and told him I really didn’t feel like pizza. “Well, get whatever.” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got to make your own decisions, Jonny-boy.” laughed Chris, dipping his finger in his pudding again. I rolled my eyes dramatically and took a slice of pizza anyway.

 

“Shit, Jon...can I borrow a pound?”

 

“You never paid me back from last week!” I groaned. “Come on, man.”

 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but I’ve already put my finger in the pudding...” I ignored him, but I placed a one pound note on his tray nonetheless. When I glanced back to see his reaction, I was shocked to see a genuinely guilty look on his face. “No, keep your pound. I’ll just put the sandwich back.” he said, already reaching for it. I slapped his wrist away exasperatedly.

 

“Take it; you need to eat more. What do you weigh, like 6 stone?”

 

“Very funny. I’m 7 stone 8.”

 

“Skin and bones.” I said, grinning.

 

“Well, we can’t all be...” he trailed off, but I knew what he had been going to say. Chris looked slightly horrified, but I shrugged. “Jonny...” he looked as if someone had shoved a lemon down his throat.

 

“S’okay. I know I’m...squishy.”

 

“No! It’s just...I didn’t...God, I’m such an idiot...”

 

As he was mumbling incoherently behind me, I paid for my food and drifted away to our table. “Jon, you’re not...I never meant to imply...”

 

“Jesus, Chris, it’s okay. I’m not offended or anything, I promise.” I set my tray down and he tentatively did the same. “Just stop making it a huge deal.”

 

Before he could reply, there was a loud crash just twenty feet away. Startled, we both turned to see what had caused the sound. A few people were gathered around the spot, and some of the boys were laughing and shouting. Chris and I watched curiously, tilting our head to get a better look. Any distraction from the mundane school schedule was welcomed gratefully.

 

At the middle of the small commotion, there was a slightly...squishy kid, about our age. He had short, reddish brown hair, and he looked somewhat angry (for lack of a better word). Turns out, he had dropped his tray. Chris, saint that he was, practically sprinted over to help. The kid eyed him suspiciously, but accepted his assistance grudgingly. One of the lunch ladies bustled over to help as well, and everyone started to disperse.

 

To my surprise, when Chris came back to the table, he wasn’t alone. “My table’s full, mind if I join you?” asked the boy quietly, his face blushing. Up close, he didn’t look so angry anymore.

 

“Of course you can join us! I’m Jonny.” I introduced myself, offering a shy grin.

 

“I’m Will.” said the boy, giving me a small smile in return.

 

“And I’m Chris.” chirped Chris, waving absently. As he dipped another finger into his pudding, I began to wonder what had inspired him to help Will so quickly. Normally, he was pretty shy. As I began to take large bites of my pizza, I tried to think of things to talk about. Eventually, Chris began a conversation about Julia Roberts, and I gratefully joined in.

 

 

 

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I love it kyra!!!!

does anyone know ??? loool xx

Warning Sign is reallly well written. Good job.

 

Plus Jonny... thumbs up.

btw where is the whole story of warning sign cos its gr8 lol ?????

 

 

A Warning Sign[/color]', 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.

 

 

 

 

there you go :)

thanks where chapter 2 ?? xxxx

'A Warning Sign'[/color]. I'm seriously a perfectionist so it takes me forever to edit chapters I'm sorry :cry:

 

This chapter has only one part because what I wrote for part two didn't fit very well with this one so it's pretty short, anyway hope you enjoy!

 

Here it is:

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: Jonny

 

I place my guitar on its stand and raise my hands to return the audience’s applause after having finished a great encore. The crowd in Perth has been spectacularly welcoming and the show had seemed to fly by. Will gestures for me to walk in front of him as we leave the stage, a silly ritual that even after all this time he still can’t help carrying out.

 

I shake my head, laughing, “Y’know one day I think I might devise a plan to be the last one off stage and break your record.”

 

“Hey, don’t even think about it, I know people who could have you taken care of if you catch my drift” He rubs a towel over his head and down the back of his neck, smiling.

 

“Maybe I’ll take my chances.” I say and hear him laughing as he walks to his dressing room. I take off my hat and run the towel over my hair before putting it back on and wiping my face.

 

Sighing in relief I remember we have two more shows in this venue, so no runner tonight. It’s nice to not have to rush, maybe enjoy a few beers backstage before heading off to the hotel where the boys will most likely want to hang out on the private balcony, drinking and smoking and talking until early morning.

 

“Good show, yeah?” I feel someone clap me on the shoulder and turn to see Chris grinning broadly.

 

“Yeah man, really great. Did you see that lady feel up Guy on C-stage?” I ask, remembering Guy’s confusion at someone forcefully grabbing his behind.

 

“Shit, you’re kidding?” He smirks pulling a clean shirt over his head.

 

“Should have seen his face.” I laugh as I open the door to my dressing room and am surprised to see April already there curled up on the small couch with a book.

 

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be here already.” I say leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

 

“Hey,” she pouts, craning her neck up at me, “give me a real kiss.”

 

“But I smell terrible, I wouldn’t want you passing out or anything, let me go shower” I brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear and turn to grab my bag with my change of clothes.

 

“Don’t be silly, I’ve told you a million times, I’m not afraid of a bit of sweat.” She grins and pulls my hand with what I’m sure is all of her weight. I pretend to collapse and pin her to the couch, being sure to hold myself up enough to not crush her.

 

“I guess I don’t know my own strength” she laughs and tries to shimmy her arms free but I press myself against her making it impossible.

 

“Jonny, I can still kiss you without my hands” she says matter-of-factly and moves her face closer to mine so that I can feel her warm breathe against my face. She leans into me and I give into temptation but she pulls back teasingly before I can kiss her.

 

“You’re torturing me and it’s not fair.” I turn my head to kiss her neck, breathing her in for a moment before moving my lips along her jaw. Holding myself up to allow her hands their freedom she pulls my face towards her and finally captures my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply.

 

My hands can’t help but travel down her sides to tug playfully on the hem of her shirt as I feel her tongue graze my lower lip. I push her shirt up, my hands indulging in the warmth of her bare skin as she lets out a small sigh.

 

A sharp rap on the door interrupts us and whoever had knocked enters without awaiting an answer. April groans in frustration and pulls her shirt back down to cover herself.

 

“You two are obscene you know that right?” Guy walks further into the room and sits at the small chair positioned in front of a vanity mirror turning the seat to face us.

 

“Can I help you Guy?” I roll off of April to allow us to sit up properly.

 

“Oh don’t mind me, by all means, carry on.” he says and surprisingly keeps a straight face as he takes a sip from a beer bottle.

 

“You’re supposed to be the sweet, brooding, silent one Guy. Not the raging pervert” April says dryly and Guy nearly spits his beer out from laughter.

 

“Okay, Okay, you’ve caught me.” He says, his hands up in the air as if it’s a shootout.

 

“I think we’re going to all head back to the hotel in about 15 minutes to have drinks and stuff there. You can stay here if you want though…” he picks idly at the flowers on the countertop.

 

“Well I’m just going to shower and we’ll be ready to leave.” I tell him.

 

“’Kay, I’ll leave you to it then.” He gives a wink and leaves shutting the door behind him.

 

“I really do have to shower you know.” I tell her.

 

“Yes you do and I really should call my mother. I haven’t since I got here, if I wait any longer she’ll think I’ve been kidnapped by a band of wild dingoes or something,” she says with a laugh.

 

“You’re going to leave me to shower all alone?” I ask rubbing my thumb along the back of her hand.

 

“Oh my, whatever will you do?” she says dramatically, softly running her hand down the side of my face.

 

“Think you can handle it?” She’s already off the couch and places both of her hands in mine to help me up.

 

“Hmm, what am I supposed to do again?” I say trying to sound utterly confused as I pull against her hands to stand.

 

“First…” she looks up at me with sultry brown eyes while her hands unbutton my shirt, “you need to take off these god-awful clothes.”

 

Her hands are tugging on my belt-buckle when there’s another knock on the door. This time whoever it is seems polite enough to wait for an answer.

 

“Yes?” I ask, studying April’s reaction and smile when I see her wiggle her eyebrows suggestively. She re-buttons my shirt and I lean down to kiss her cheek.

 

“Hey, I’m heading back now, do you want me to wait for you?” Will’s voice is somewhat muffled through the door.

 

“How many vans are left? I have to shower.” I call back.

 

“Still? Man, what are you waiting for? If you want to take one I’ll wait for you then; this’ll be the last van leaving for a while and Chris and Guy have already gone.” He explains.

 

“Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll be done soon if you don’t mind waiting.”

 

“Alright I’ll be in the lounge when you’re ready.” Will says before I hear his footsteps disappear down the hall.

 

April stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck to kiss me. I hold her against me for a moment losing myself in her kiss and then remember that Will is waiting for us.

 

“You’re such a bad influence on me…” I tell her kissing her softly before disentangling myself from her arms and reaching for my bag.

 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Mr. Buckland.” she grins pulling her arms through her sweater and grabbing her purse from the table.

 

“I’ll wait with Will until you’re done.” She gives me a peck on the lips before disappearing behind the door.

 

I let out a long sigh and throw my bag over my shoulder before hurrying off to the showers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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