yes, curse you! Now get cracking!

*is cursed*

 

Thanks, I needed that :wacky:

 

*grows bat wings and flaps around*

BEST. LINE. EVER. :laugh3:

Sorry, MartinFan, what's your name again?

 

 

To everyone: I'll have the next chapter of Schoolboys up soon, I just need to finish up an English project that's giving me hell. How appropriate, right? Maybe I'll give one of the boys in my story a massive English project, just to vent my anger. :P

 

 

Thanks Kyra, and my name is Tracey!!!

Your next chapter is really good, can't wait for more!!!

Crossing the Line is a good start!!! Keep em coming!!!

 

Kirsten, I know your sad, but you will feel better about it soon, cause you'll start writing something else:kiss: Can't wait for the upload!!!

 

Any other comments appreciated for Everythings Not Lost!!! Be honest!!!

Crossing the line

 

 

Chapter 1: Kites, butterflies, and ice cream

 

~Jonny’s POV~

 

It was over. It was gone. Just like that, wisped away, beneath the rug. Through the window it flew, into the air it vanished, and out of my life it went without so much a second glance.

 

I had a few drinks too much that night, but who cared? Nobody stopped me. There was no clear road anymore, no solution, and I certainly had no sense of purpose. With that I got up and stumbled into an elevator, pressed a button to my floor and tried to stand still. I felt a strong hand grab my upper arm rather harshly and was just about to punch the fucker when I realized that it was just Phil. He looked at me with look of pain and sadness on his face, maybe he did really care about my pathetic life but I was too drunk and too tired. By the time I got to my hotel room, I was useless, my hands shook wildly, I would have fallen right then and there if it wasn’t for Phil who helped me get into my room. He said something about sleep but that’s all I heard. Lucky, through the darkness, I was able to reach the foot of my bed without crashing into something. I fell onto the soft mattress and stared at nothing. I wanted to dream about flying kites, chasing butterflies, and eating ice cream with my best friend like I used to. But shutting my eyes, I fell into darkness and empty dreams.

 

XXX

AN: Very short chapter, actually its more of an introduction but i wanted

to give it a title. It will probably end early because i have no idea where im

going with it but any honest opinion, good or bad, constructive criticism

(anything) is greatly appreciated.

XXX

 

 

I very, VERY like this mood you built up there. I especially like this dark atmosphere. Please continue! :thumbsup:

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Chapter 1: Kites, butterflies, and ice cream

 

~Jonny’s POV~

 

It was over. It was gone. Just like that, wisped away, beneath the rug. Through the window it flew, into the air it vanished, and out of my life it went without so much a second glance.

 

I had a few drinks too much that night, but who cared? Nobody stopped me. There was no clear road anymore, no solution, and I certainly had no sense of purpose. With that I got up and stumbled into an elevator, pressed a button to my floor and tried to stand still. I felt a strong hand grab my upper arm rather harshly and was just about to punch the fucker when I realized that it was just Phil. He looked at me with look of pain and sadness on his face, maybe he did really care about my pathetic life but I was too drunk and too tired. By the time I got to my hotel room, I was useless, my hands shook wildly, I would have fallen right then and there if it wasn’t for Phil who helped me get into my room. He said something about sleep but that’s all I heard. Lucky, through the darkness, I was able to reach the foot of my bed without crashing into something. I fell onto the soft mattress and stared at nothing. I wanted to dream about flying kites, chasing butterflies, and eating ice cream with my best friend like I used to. But shutting my eyes, I fell into darkness and empty dreams.

 

XXX

AN: Very short chapter, actually its more of an introduction but i wanted

to give it a title. It will probably end early because i have no idea where im

going with it but any honest opinion, good or bad, constructive criticism

(anything) is greatly appreciated.

XXX

 

 

I love dark fics! It's going to be dark, isn't it? Yes, yes...I can tell. :wideeyed:

 

 

 

:uhoh2: That sounded...weird. But I'm really excited for the next chapter! :P

 

@ alyssa: Great job on Speed of Sound! I'm indifferent to the idea of a sequel.

 

@ butterfliesinjapan: I definitely second the comments of the darkness setting up whatever story you have planned nicely. More of an eerie prologue, if you will.

XXX

AN: Very short chapter, actually its more of an introduction but i wanted

to give it a title. It will probably end early because i have no idea where im

going with it but any honest opinion, good or bad, constructive criticism

(anything) is greatly appreciated.

XXX

My best advice is not to rush it. Sure, many of us anticipate the final product, but don't feel like you have to hurry because of that. ;)

^ Yeah, I agree. Take your time to think the story through. But you seem like an experienced writer, so I'm sure you'll figure it out.

^ Yeah, I agree. Take your time to think the story through. But you seem like an experienced writer, so I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Right what I would suggest as well.

 

It took me around 3 1/2 months to write my 'novel' :laugh3: but that was mainly because of the length and because I am not a native english speaker.

 

If you have some sort of 'writers block' don't force yourself to write but put it aside and try to get some new inspiration from somewhere :)

Kirsten, I want a new chapterrrr!:P

I need to read something ^_^

 

 

 

Awesome stories everyone :D

I'm kind of annoyed. There's this show I really love, Breaking Bad (awesome show, watch it), and I really want to read some fanfic from it.

But there is NONE. Zero. Nothing whatsoever. I'm just going to have to write one myself now. *massive sigh*

I'm kind of annoyed. There's this show I really love, Breaking Bad (awesome show, watch it), and I really want to read some fanfic from it.

But there is NONE. Zero. Nothing whatsoever. I'm just going to have to write one myself now. *massive sigh*

I'm annoyed, because the cancelled my favorite show during the season:cry:

I looove Eli Stone:D I can't write tho:(

Good luck with writing ;)

Kirsten, I want a new chapterrrr!:P

I need to read something ^_^

 

 

 

Awesome stories everyone :D

:laugh3:

 

Wanted to upload a new chapter anyway.

The single chapters will be a lot longer from now on, you'll find out why ;)

 

Give me 5 minutes, then it should be up :)

Read the next chapter Kirsten, I am on the edge, LOL. Good read!!!

I'm kind of annoyed. There's this show I really love, Breaking Bad (awesome show, watch it), and I really want to read some fanfic from it.

But there is NONE. Zero. Nothing whatsoever. I'm just going to have to write one myself now. *massive sigh*

 

Awww fuzzle, I know this feeling. I bet there are always people out there who write fanfics about it, but then they never post it on the internet :dozey::(

Yep. It's really annoying...

Oh well. :(

Soooo I finally started to read some of these fanfics after five months registered and I must say that there are so many talented writers on here! I didn't think I would, as a harry potter/twilight/house m.d. fanfic reader, like stories based on actual people but I have been pleasantly surprised :)

Miss Lestrade- I just finished reading "Healing" and I absolutely loved your description of Will and Chris' relationship! Really, really good stuff. I love your writing style. I also finished what you wrote so far of Schoolboys and cannot wait for more.

 

coldplay_is_louve- Original characters are wonderful things and can sometimes go horribly wrong when not fully developed, but your Sophie Pitt of "See You Soon" really came to life for me and I actually liked and wanted her to be with Chris in the end and was not happy at all when she ran and very happy when she came back. My only complaints would be that you didn't space your paragraphs which made it kind of hard to read and that the last chapter was a bit rushed, but other than that I loved it!

ohmystarisfading- Jonny! Your use of humor is great throughout the three parts posted so far of "Warning Sign" and your use of the other band members intertwined around the main story of Jonny and April's relationship is really well done. I'm actually worried about why Jonny hasn't proposed to April yet...please allay my fears soon with another chapter!

 

So, what story should I read now? Any suggestions?

 

I also see that you, LittleMissMessy, said that you have just uploaded a new chapter, but your name and story aren't on the fanfic list made by Cobalt. Is it not on here or is it not about Coldplay?

^^ Thank you so much, I worry about the humor so I'm glad it works for you! I'm actually working on editing the next chapter as we speak :). I should have it posted tonight :fingers crossed:

Okay guys here is Chapter Four of 'A Warning Sign'.

 

Sorry it took so long, I've been swamped with schoolwork and finals are coming up in two weeks so I'm not sure when I'll get to post another chapter. Hope you enjoy :)

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: Jonny

 

 

“Why am I sweating so much? It’s not natural,” Guy frowns down at his shirt that is beginning to spot with sweat, an effect of the dizzying heat of Brisbane. Unlike the dry heat of Perth, the humidity here had us all drenched from the moment we arrived, my arms had begun sticking uncomfortably to my guitar so I had decided to take a break and was now lounging on a plastic chair in the shade behind Will’s drum-kit.

 

“I assure you Guy, it’s quite natural. It means you’re a man.” Chris says puffing out his chest and stomping about the stage like a menacing giant.

 

Guy simply glares and fingers his bass idly, a groovy sounding rhythm thumping from the speakers behind him.

 

“That’s brilliant, play that first bit again.” Chris takes a step closer with a goofy grin on his face.

 

Guy pulls his sunglasses from the collar of his shirt and slides them on before turning his back to Chris and facing the speaker. Chris shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders at Will who’s watching carefully from behind the drums.

 

“So it’s one of those days I guess…” Chris says before picking up his acoustic guitar and coming to join me. Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of me he begins to pick out a melody, every so often turning to glance at Guy who’s still in front of the speaker oblivious to anyone else.

 

“So what’d you do this time?” I ask, smirking down at him.

 

He stops playing suddenly, a serious look on his face.

 

“Honestly, mate? I couldn’t tell you if I tried…he’s in a weird mood lately – “

 

“He’s not in a weird mood Chris, it’s because of what you said yesterday at dinner” Will says over his shoulder, interrupting him.

 

“Oh? And what exactly was it? The part about how he’s being so negative about the planning of another North American leg? Or maybe how he’s constantly going on about how shit my ideas are? It’s the truth, he’s always starting up about it and I just wish he’d keep it to himself if he’s got nothing constructive to say,” Chris says getting defensive.

 

“Hey, Chris. C’mon, it’s hot, lets not fight about it now, okay?” I say trying to get him to quiet down before Guy noticed anything.

 

The chemistry of our band was odd at times, shifting from jovial to dark in a span of minutes. I tried my best to keep things calm when I could but Will and Guy’s personalities clashed frequently with Chris’s. I had always made it my job to make sure things didn’t go too far and more often than not things were running smoothly.

 

“I need chocolate, now I’m in a bad mood.” Chris says finally, leaving his guitar abandoned at my feet and disappearing behind the stage.

 

“It’s only a matter of time Jon, how long has it been since they last blew up at each other? I’d say they’re due for a pretty nasty row.” Will says, scratching his back with a spare drumstick.

 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be there when it happens,” I say picking up the guitar and placing it back on its stand. “So we finished then?” I ask, hoping that the seemingly endless sound check from hell can be done so I can go inside where it’s cool and dry.

 

“Well I’m not sitting around for any longer, that’s for sure,” He says, standing up.

 

“Guy, you coming?” he calls over to him and the thumping stops. Guy nods before speaking,

 

“Yeah, yeah, you lot go on without me, I’m just working something out,” he carries on, bobbing his head to the sound.

 

Will walks off to talk to one of the crew and I’m about to follow when my mobile vibrates in my pocket.

 

The screen reads ‘1 New Message: April’ and my eyes scan the text:

 

crazed man in search of chocolate is holding me captive. send rescue.

 

Chuckling, I’m about to make my way backstage when Matt stops me.

 

“You need to be a bit more careful with the 6th string Jon, I’m starting to have nightmares about Strawberry String – I mean swing,” He says catching himself.

 

“See? It’s consuming my every thought..”

 

“Sorry, I think I just get a bit too into it.” I tell him.

 

“Nah, no worries. Hey, I wanted to show you something do you have a minute?”

 

By the time he’s done showing me the new guitar slide he’s bought, Guy has already gone and the crew are setting up for the support act’s sound check.

 

“Sheesh, remind me to never call you in an emergency” Chris says when I finally get to the lounge.

 

People are coming in and out, grabbing food from the table set up in the corner of the room. There are a few couches set up on the other side and Chris and April are lounging on them, April has her laptop out, probably getting some work done while we were at sound check.

 

“I guess it worked out in your favor, I was going to hold April for ransom, y’know trade her for large quantities of chocolate. But then I just got bored of holding her in a headlock so I let her go.” He says popping a grape into his mouth.

 

“Maybe that was my plan all along. Outwit you and all that,” I reply.

 

“He didn’t have me in a headlock by the way” April says looking up from her laptop.

 

“She’d have kicked my arse. I may be a criminal but I’m not an idiot.” He eats three grapes at once.

 

“That’s subjective.” I say stretching my arms and letting out a yawn.

 

“What is?” he asks with his mouth full.

 

“Nothing, never mind” I roll my eyes.

 

“Can you save some fruit for the rest of us? Maybe?” I move closer and pull the bowl away from him before taking a seat next to April.

 

“They’ve not put the chocolate out yet” he pouts, “I need to eat something”

 

“Why don’t you just ask them to put it out?” April asks concentrating on the screen and typing quickly.

 

“Exactly, my dear Watson” says Chris.

 

“I thought it was ‘Elementary, my dear Watson'” I say looking up at him.

 

“Well, J. That’s actually a very wrong assumption, very wrong. You see, that saying derived from the movies, but never actually appears in any of the Sherlock Holmes books. I would know,” he says putting on an overly posh accent.

 

“He would know, J” April turns and give me a pointed look and I can’t help but grin.

 

Chris turns dramatically, taking a drag of an imaginary pipe and leaves, no doubt to find someone in charge of catering.

 

“What are you working on?” I play with April’s hair as she continues typing.

 

“Just sending some notes to the studio about this draft of the script, they’re starting production soon.”

 

“I thought you were supposed to be off this week, why do they always expect you work on your vacation time?” I ask, rubbing the back of her neck.

 

“It’s just a quick edit, I’d rather get it done now than be swamped when I get back – god that feels good.” She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my hand.

 

“So I was thinking, we have all of next month off, maybe you could ask to work from home and stay in London with me while we figure out some stuff at the bakery,” I say and she closes the laptop and repositions to give me better access to her neck and shoulders.

 

“I wish, I have to be in LA next month though. I’m actually flying straight there after I leave on Friday. Damon needs a writer for the finale, one of their regulars is in the hospital...” I stop moving my hands and she turns to face me.

 

“What?” she asks, wondering why I’ve stopped.

 

“I thought you and Damon weren’t working together anymore.” I see her eyes narrow in confusion and she sits back to look at me. Damon and April had both been part of the same writing team for a television show when I first met her in New York almost 5 years ago.

 

I hadn’t liked him from the start. He was arrogant and sarcastic but according to April he was a “brilliant writer”. Something about him just didn’t sit well with me; maybe it was the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching or maybe his habit of bringing up inside jokes whenever I was around. Either way I hated the fact that she’d have to be in the same room as him for hours at a time.

 

“I work for the studio Jon, it’s my job and this is what they need me to do, so I’m doing it. For whatever reason you don’t like him and you’ve made it really clear on a number of occasions but this is something I don’t have control over.”

 

“You could not take the job…” I say, realizing this is not the direction I should be taking but I want her to know how I feel about it.

 

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head at me.

 

“It doesn’t work like that.” She’s keeping her voice low as to not attract the attention of the other people on the far side of the room.

 

“They said they would let you stay in New York and work out of the office in Manhattan why are they all of the sudden sending you to L.A?”

 

“Enough, Jonny. It’s is a special circumstance, I’m still based out of New York, there’s no need to panic over this. Why can’t you be secure enough in our relationship to let this go? He’s harmless.” She says and I can tell she’s getting frustrated with me.

 

“He’s a jerk more like.” I say unable to stop myself. I immediately regret it because she picks up her computer and shoves it in her bag sliding away from me on the couch. She retrieves a book from the same bag and begins to read in silence, stretching her legs out on the couch and hiding behind the pages.

 

“I’m sorry. I’m overreacting.” I say trying to get her to listen to me.

 

“Mmhmm” she says not looking at me.

 

“April, you’re leaving in four days, I don’t want to fight over something ridiculous.” I pull her foot into my lap and tug lightly causing her to slide closer to me.

 

“You made it ridiculous, not me” she tosses the book onto the side table and allows me to pull her until she’s sitting in my lap. She turns to face me, positioning one leg on either side of me and wraps her arms around my neck. She leans against me and sighs.

 

“Why do you have to be so insecure sometimes?” she asks softly, turning her face into my neck.

 

"You have no reason to be" she assures me.

 

“I know, I’m terrible.” I say, my hand rubbing her back in slow circles.

 

‘I’m sorry” I whisper again, my lips against her ear.

 

“It’s fine, I’m over it,” she says leaning back to look at me and running the back of her hand down my cheek. She kisses my nose lightly and then my lips, lingering for a moment.

 

“Have you been smoking, my dear?” she asks, her nose scrunching cutely as she looks at me.

 

“Shit.” I say remembering that Matt had tempted me into a cigarette after sound check.

 

“Jonny” she slaps my chest lightly.

 

“You said you’d really try this time. Remember?”

 

“It was Matt’s fault, yell at him.” I say trying to escape the blame as Matt turns from the food service table at the mention of his name.

 

“It is not Matt’s fault. It’s yours, you big smelly ashtray” she’s gets off my lap and walks over to the table to join him.

 

“I might have persuaded him the tiniest bit.” Matt says grinning guiltily.

 

April shakes her head at him smirking, “How much did he pay you to say that?”

 

“I’d really love to stay and chat but I have so much work to do.” He grabs a sandwich from the table and nearly sprints out of the room, nodding his head to me as he leaves.

 

I can’t help but laugh at the look on April’s face as she catches the nod.

 

“Go ahead, laugh it up, we’ll see who’s laughing later.” She crosses her arms and glares at me in mock anger.

 

“And the threats come out.” Chris says, watching from the door. His arms stockpiled with chocolates.

 

“You’re not eating all of those are you?” I say eyeing the shining wrappers.

 

“I can’t make any promises about what might or might not happen to these chocolates.” He says allowing them to fall onto the table in a huge heap.

 

“We were supposed to play football today, if you eat more than two you won’t be able to focus.” I say trying to deter him from giving himself a sugar rush that would only end in trouble for everyone.

 

“Fine mum, I’ll just eat two.” He says before carefully selecting the ones he wants.

 

“Ready to play?” Will comes in clapping his hands together in excitement.

 

“Ready? You’re not even dressed in your kit, where’s the rush?” Chris asks as he chomps on his chocolate.

 

“Change of plans, we’re playing cricket” he says clapping Chris on the back and swiping a chocolate from the table.

 

“Awesome, let’s go!” Chris says disappearing into the hallway and Will files after him.

 

“You coming? We could always use a sexy cheerleader.” I say getting up the couch and grabbing a chocolate as well.

 

“Are there cheerleaders for cricket?” she asks looking skeptical.

 

“There are now” I grin, putting my arm around her waist and following the guys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

edit: forgot to add the previous parts here they are

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lol wow. You're a great writer. I love Chris in it. What a clown.

 

 

 

 

I am hoping for a big Guy/Chris fight at the cricket match

 

Okay guys here is Chapter Four of 'A Warning Sign'.

 

Sorry it took so long, I've been swamped with schoolwork and finals are coming up in two weeks so I'm not sure when I'll get to post another chapter. Hope you enjoy :)

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

 

March – Australia: Jonny

 

 

“Why am I sweating so much? It’s not natural,” Guy frowns down at his shirt that is beginning to spot with sweat, an effect of the dizzying heat of Brisbane. Unlike the dry heat of Perth, the humidity here had us all drenched from the moment we arrived, my arms had begun sticking uncomfortably to my guitar so I had decided to take a break and was now lounging on a plastic chair in the shade behind Will’s drum-kit.

 

“I assure you Guy, it’s quite natural. It means you’re a man.” Chris says puffing out his chest and stomping about the stage like a menacing giant.

 

Guy simply glares and fingers his bass idly, a groovy sounding rhythm thumping from the speakers behind him.

 

“That’s brilliant, play that first bit again.” Chris takes a step closer with a goofy grin on his face.

 

Guy pulls his sunglasses from the collar of his shirt and slides them on before turning his back to Chris and facing the speaker. Chris shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders at Will who’s watching carefully from behind the drums.

 

“So it’s one of those days I guess…” Chris says before picking up his acoustic guitar and coming to join me. Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of me he begins to pick out a melody, every so often turning to glance at Guy who’s still in front of the speaker oblivious to anyone else.

 

“So what’d you do this time?” I ask, smirking down at him.

 

He stops playing suddenly, a serious look on his face.

 

“Honestly, mate? I couldn’t tell you if I tried…he’s in a weird mood lately – “

 

“He’s not in a weird mood Chris, it’s because of what you said yesterday at dinner” Will says over his shoulder, interrupting him.

 

“Oh? And what exactly was it? The part about how he’s being so negative about the planning of another North American leg? Or maybe how he’s constantly going on about how shit my ideas are? It’s the truth, he’s always starting up about it and I just wish he’d keep it to himself if he’s got nothing constructive to say,” Chris says getting defensive.

 

“Hey, Chris. C’mon, it’s hot, lets not fight about it now, okay?” I say trying to get him to quiet down before Guy noticed anything.

 

The chemistry of our band was odd at times, shifting from jovial to dark in a span of minutes. I tried my best to keep things calm when I could but Will and Guy’s personalities clashed frequently with Chris’s. I had always made it my job to make sure things didn’t go too far and more often than not things were running smoothly.

 

“I need chocolate, now I’m in a bad mood.” Chris says finally, leaving his guitar abandoned at my feet and disappearing behind the stage.

 

“It’s only a matter of time Jon, how long has it been since they last blew up at each other? I’d say they’re due for a pretty nasty row.” Will says, scratching his back with a spare drumstick.

 

“Yeah, I don’t want to be there when it happens,” I say picking up the guitar and placing it back on its stand. “So we finished then?” I ask, hoping that the seemingly endless sound check from hell can be done so I can go inside where it’s cool and dry.

 

“Well I’m not sitting around for any longer, that’s for sure,” He says, standing up.

 

“Guy, you coming?” he calls over to him and the thumping stops. Guy nods before speaking,

 

“Yeah, yeah, you lot go on without me, I’m just working something out,” he carries on, bobbing his head to the sound.

 

Will walks off to talk to one of the crew and I’m about to follow when my mobile vibrates in my pocket.

 

The screen reads ‘1 New Message: April’ and my eyes scan the text:

 

crazed man in search of chocolate is holding me captive. send rescue.

 

Chuckling, I’m about to make my way backstage when Matt stops me.

 

“You need to be a bit more careful with the 6th string Jon, I’m starting to have nightmares about Strawberry String – I mean swing,” He says catching himself.

 

“See? It’s consuming my every thought..”

 

“Sorry, I think I just get a bit too into it.” I tell him.

 

“Nah, no worries. Hey, I wanted to show you something do you have a minute?”

 

By the time he’s done showing me the new guitar slide he’s bought, Guy has already gone and the crew are setting up for the support act’s sound check.

 

“Sheesh, remind me to never call you in an emergency” Chris says when I finally get to the lounge.

 

People are coming in and out, grabbing food from the table set up in the corner of the room. There are a few couches set up on the other side and Chris and April are lounging on them, April has her laptop out, probably getting some work done while we were at sound check.

 

“I guess it worked out in your favor, I was going to hold April for ransom, y’know trade her for large quantities of chocolate. But then I just got bored of holding her in a headlock so I let her go.” He says popping a grape into his mouth.

 

“Maybe that was my plan all along. Outwit you and all that,” I reply.

 

“He didn’t have me in a headlock by the way” April says looking up from her laptop.

 

“She’d have kicked my arse. I may be a criminal but I’m not an idiot.” He eats three grapes at once.

 

“That’s subjective.” I say stretching my arms and letting out a yawn.

 

“What is?” he asks with his mouth full.

 

“Nothing, never mind” I roll my eyes.

 

“Can you save some fruit for the rest of us? Maybe?” I move closer and pull the bowl away from him before taking a seat next to April.

 

“They’ve not put the chocolate out yet” he pouts, “I need to eat something”

 

“Why don’t you just ask them to put it out?” April asks concentrating on the screen and typing quickly.

 

“Exactly, my dear Watson” says Chris.

 

“I thought it was ‘Elementary, my dear Watson'” I say looking up at him.

 

“Well, J. That’s actually a very wrong assumption, very wrong. You see, that saying derived from the movies, but never actually appears in any of the Sherlock Holmes books. I would know,” he says putting on an overly posh accent.

 

“He would know, J” April turns and give me a pointed look and I can’t help but grin.

 

Chris turns dramatically, taking a drag of an imaginary pipe and leaves, no doubt to find someone in charge of catering.

 

“What are you working on?” I play with April’s hair as she continues typing.

 

“Just sending some notes to the studio about this draft of the script, they’re starting production soon.”

 

“I thought you were supposed to be off this week, why do they always expect you work on your vacation time?” I ask, rubbing the back of her neck.

 

“It’s just a quick edit, I’d rather get it done now than be swamped when I get back – god that feels good.” She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my hand.

 

“So I was thinking, we have all of next month off, maybe you could ask to work from home and stay in London with me while we figure out some stuff at the bakery,” I say and she closes the laptop and repositions to give me better access to her neck and shoulders.

 

“I wish, I have to be in LA next month though. I’m actually flying straight there after I leave on Friday. Damon needs a writer for the finale, one of their regulars is in the hospital...” I stop moving my hands and she turns to face me.

 

“What?” she asks, wondering why I’ve stopped.

 

“I thought you and Damon weren’t working together anymore.” I see her eyes narrow in confusion and she sits back to look at me. Damon and April had both been part of the same writing team for a television show when I first met her in New York almost 5 years ago.

 

I hadn’t liked him from the start. He was arrogant and sarcastic but according to April he was a “brilliant writer”. Something about him just didn’t sit well with me; maybe it was the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching or maybe his habit of bringing up inside jokes whenever I was around. Either way I hated the fact that she’d have to be in the same room as him for hours at a time.

 

“I work for the studio Jon, it’s my job and this is what they need me to do, so I’m doing it. For whatever reason you don’t like him and you’ve made it really clear on a number of occasions but this is something I don’t have control over.”

 

“You could not take the job…” I say, realizing this is not the direction I should be taking but I want her to know how I feel about it.

 

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head at me.

 

“It doesn’t work like that.” She’s keeping her voice low as to not attract the attention of the other people on the far side of the room.

 

“They said they would let you stay in New York and work out of the office in Manhattan why are they all of the sudden sending you to L.A?”

 

“Enough, Jonny. It’s is a special circumstance, I’m still based out of New York, there’s no need to panic over this. Why can’t you be secure enough in our relationship to let this go? He’s harmless.” She says and I can tell she’s getting frustrated with me.

 

“He’s a jerk more like.” I say unable to stop myself. I immediately regret it because she picks up her computer and shoves it in her bag sliding away from me on the couch. She retrieves a book from the same bag and begins to read in silence, stretching her legs out on the couch and hiding behind the pages.

 

“I’m sorry. I’m overreacting.” I say trying to get her to listen to me.

 

“Mmhmm” she says not looking at me.

 

“April, you’re leaving in four days, I don’t want to fight over something ridiculous.” I pull her foot into my lap and tug lightly causing her to slide closer to me.

 

“You made it ridiculous, not me” she tosses the book onto the side table and allows me to pull her until she’s sitting in my lap. She turns to face me, positioning one leg on either side of me and wraps her arms around my neck. She leans against me and sighs.

 

“Why do you have to be so insecure sometimes?” she asks softly, turning her face into my neck.

 

"You have no reason to be" she assures me.

 

“I know, I’m terrible.” I say, my hand rubbing her back in slow circles.

 

‘I’m sorry” I whisper again, my lips against her ear.

 

“It’s fine, I’m over it,” she says leaning back to look at me and running the back of her hand down my cheek. She kisses my nose lightly and then my lips, lingering for a moment.

 

“Have you been smoking, my dear?” she asks, her nose scrunching cutely as she looks at me.

 

“Shit.” I say remembering that Matt had tempted me into a cigarette after sound check.

 

“Jonny” she slaps my chest lightly.

 

“You said you’d really try this time. Remember?”

 

“It was Matt’s fault, yell at him.” I say trying to escape the blame as Matt turns from the food service table at the mention of his name.

 

“It is not Matt’s fault. It’s yours, you big smelly ashtray” she’s gets off my lap and walks over to the table to join him.

 

“I might have persuaded him the tiniest bit.” Matt says grinning guiltily.

 

April shakes her head at him smirking, “How much did he pay you to say that?”

 

“I’d really love to stay and chat but I have so much work to do.” He grabs a sandwich from the table and nearly sprints out of the room, nodding his head to me as he leaves.

 

I can’t help but laugh at the look on April’s face as she catches the nod.

 

“Go ahead, laugh it up, we’ll see who’s laughing later.” She crosses her arms and glares at me in mock anger.

 

“And the threats come out.” Chris says, watching from the door. His arms stockpiled with chocolates.

 

“You’re not eating all of those are you?” I say eyeing the shining wrappers.

 

“I can’t make any promises about what might or might not happen to these chocolates.” He says allowing them to fall onto the table in a huge heap.

 

“We were supposed to play football today, if you eat more than two you won’t be able to focus.” I say trying to deter him from giving himself a sugar rush that would only end in trouble for everyone.

 

“Fine mum, I’ll just eat two.” He says before carefully selecting the ones he wants.

 

“Ready to play?” Will comes in clapping his hands together in excitement.

 

“Ready? You’re not even dressed in your kit, where’s the rush?” Chris asks as he chomps on his chocolate.

 

“Change of plans, we’re playing cricket” he says clapping Chris on the back and swiping a chocolate from the table.

 

“Awesome, let’s go!” Chris says disappearing into the hallway and Will files after him.

 

“You coming? We could always use a sexy cheerleader.” I say getting up the couch and grabbing a chocolate as well.

 

“Are there cheerleaders for cricket?” she asks looking skeptical.

 

“There are now” I grin, putting my arm around her waist and following the guys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

edit: forgot to add the previous parts here they are

 

Brilliant!!I love it!

Chris and Guy need a cricket bat fight

 

 

 

edit: oooh page 100 ;)

a warning sign is still sooo lovely:wacky:

 

 

oooh, and 100 PAGES of fanfiction, everyone!!:dance:

100 pages demands celebration. I say we have a chat party and show tidbits of stories, or write together somewhere on thar interwebz.

I also see that you, LittleMissMessy, said that you have just uploaded a new chapter, but your name and story aren't on the fanfic list made by Cobalt. Is it not on here or is it not about Coldplay?

 

I can answer that, it isn't on there by personal request. It wouldn't matter where it was hosted, as long as the link worked it would be on there (but it is a CP fic to answer the third concern).

 

Also, if you haven't read Careful Where You Stand yet, go read it, it's a Chris/Jonny one. If you don't like slash however, I can suggest New York to LA, Speed of Sound and Lovers in Japan.

10,000th Post

 

it's located right here (post 100 page 7 :lol:)[/url] for your enjoyment or haet.

 

EDIT - And of course, you will no longer find the previous two stories, See and See Too, by clicking on the heart in my sig. However, try cobbycobbles.livejournal.com and you'll get results there.

 

See Free - A Second Preview!

(written in EPoV)

 

 

 

The first part of my time on the plane was spent thinking. The window blinds were mainly shut since it was evening – some were open for those who wanted to stare out at the lights. Guy was cracking open a drink in the aisle to the left behind me as always, Will watching a movie nearby on his laptop with Jonny watching bored next to him. He didn’t have that much to do since Chloe and Violet had caught a plane home. The others’ seating was scattered across the plane, mainly in front of where I was. Chris restlessly switched between a pattern of sitting and roaming down the aisles. He walked past me going up the aisle.

Good

, I thought.

Don’t need to be interrupted at the moment. Or want to be.

A few moments later, my wish was denied as he spotted me sitting by myself in the window seat. He took the single seat next to me. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, feeling my cheeks warm slightly and wanting to slap myself for it. He smiled.

“’Ey,” he said. I blinked.

“Um, hi,” I replied quietly. I directed my eyes over to the plane window, only to find of course, I had left it shut.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Chris said. I looked back over to him and gave him a quick smile, saying nothing. His smile slightly faded. “....am I interrupting something there?”

I chucked.

“No, not really.”

“Oh, ok. So…” he mused. I knew I was being a bit quiet and difficult to converse with, but I was one that didn’t mind being quiet. “Um… so how are you enjoying the trip so far?”

“Oh, it’s been… good! Great actually,” I answered.

“Really?” he asked, brightening up a little. Cute.

“Yeah!”

“Well that’s great! Good,” he added with an infectious smile. I managed to catch it, as always. Suddenly he looked away from me and over at where Will, Guy and Jonny were seated. He turned back. “Hey, where’s Phil?” he whispered.

“Um, he’s up the front there napping next to Vicky,” I said, motioning to the seats ahead of us.

“Good. Because I want to tell you something,” he murmured, shifting in his seat and leaning slightly towards me. I grew slightly suspicious at this – he had been being a bit flirty with me since the last night in Brisbane, well a bit more than his usual flirty self.

What was he doing?

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“Um…” he glanced back across at the others and looked back at me, edging himself a tiny bit closer to me. Now I was wary. “Well, I guess… er, you know… jeez, I’m a prick. Look, I’m sorry about what I did with… to you all that time ago… um…”

I really didn’t need to be hearing this now

…it wasn’t that I felt, well nothing about it, because sure, I was hurt and hung up on him when he left. He sent me bits and pieces after he left, one of them was a bouquet of lilies and he wrote in the note he wasn’t sure what to get me. It was very sweet of him to send them and be apologizing to me now somehow… I didn’t want it.

“Chris,” I said. Pause. “You don’t need to be apologizing to me.”

“Yes I do, what I did was terrible.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re being a bit loud.” I frowned at my usual habit of speaking loud at the most inappropriate of times.

“Sorry.”

Another pause.

“I’m just tired Chris. It’s not anything about you,” I explained.

“Are you?” he asked.

“Er, yes.” I just said I was tired…

“Do you want to rest your head on me or something? I mean I wouldn’t mind or anything, just asking,” Chris said.

Hey, it can’t hurt, he looks comfortable. Oh hell, I should know he’s cuddly.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. He lifted the arm rest and I rested my tired head on his shoulder. I was right, of course – warm and comfortable. But I kind of wanted sleep… and I never slept upright. After a while I broke the silence.

“You know I can’t rest that well like this.”

Chris chuckled.

“Lemme go get a pillow,” he said. I moved away from him and he rose from his seat, roaming the plane in search of a pillow. He eventually returned with a white one and sat down.

“Thanks for offering,” I murmured. Chris smiled. His face changed when he realized he couldn’t find anywhere to put it apart from his lap however. Awkward!

“Do you want me to sit somewhere else so you can have the two seats to yourself?” he asked.

“No,” I blurted out. “I mean, I don’t mind.” I moved myself so I was lying down, head on the pillow. I immediately felt rather comfortable on it; it felt like a high quality one, not a rubbish piece of foam that I had once had no sleep on. I stayed awake for a while, thinking as I always do. Terrible sleeping habits, I had. I felt Chris’ hand come to rest on my shoulder and sensed him leaning over.

“Try and sleep, Emma,” he said. “I know you have problems thinking too much, I still remember.”

Whether his lips really did brush against my hair or my skin after some time escapes me, but they probably didn’t. I was probably hallucinating or dreaming, the usual thinking things when they aren’t so. I slept well, finally getting some somewhat refreshing rest.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

…darkness…

“Hey,” I heard a soft voice said. “Wake up.”

“Mhhmmnrr…”

Light outside my eyelids.

“Wake up!”

I groaned. “Whyy?”

“We’re about to land. You need your seatbelt on.”

“Buh…”

“You don’t want to be lying there when the plane is descending, get up.”

“Maybe I do,” I said. I felt myself being nudged.

“Come on.”

“Oh, you buggering pest!” I scowled with no real thought to what I was saying, opening my eyes.

“What did you say?” Chris asked above me.

“I don’t know.” I swung myself upright so I was back in my seat. “Buggering pest, I think.”

“You’ve gone and offended me now, look what you’ve done!” he said, bottom lip pouting.

“You baby.”

Chris imitated crying and cuddled the pillow. He got up, still imitating his supposed sadness, to put it away. He came back down the aisle but I noticed Jonny smirking evilly at him from a few seats away. Chris poked his tongue out at him and sat in the seating aisle next to me.

Of course, he was the first up when we had landed, raring to get outside and stretch his legs. He smiled at me walking out and I followed after someone in front of me, I think it was Guy’s friend Arlene. The first thing I noticed outside the plane – the humidity! I hated humidity. It meant thunderstorms, which I detested. Chris bounded up to me once I was on the tarmac.

“Welcome to Osaka,” he said, grinning and in bright spirits.

 

 

I also see that you, LittleMissMessy, said that you have just uploaded a new chapter, but your name and story aren't on the fanfic list made by Cobalt. Is it not on here or is it not about Coldplay?

 

I can answer that, it isn't on there by personal request. It wouldn't matter where it was hosted, as long as the link worked it would be on there (but it is a CP fic to answer the third concern).

 

Also, if you haven't read Careful Where You Stand yet, go read it, it's a Chris/Jonny one. If you don't like slash however, I can suggest New York to LA, Speed of Sound and Lovers in Japan.

 

Thanks for answering Emma :)

I had already sent a PM to 'yeahhright' about it telling her, that the first 3 chapters of my story were indeed in this thread, but some pages back (I guess starting somewhere at page 25 or so).

 

I really loved Lauren's stories ('Lovers In Japan' and he first, can't even remember how it was called :embarassed: ) and now that I have finished mine, I have plenty of time to catch up on all the other stories myself :)