Things I Don't Understand [PART ONE][/size][/color][/font]

 

 

 

 

The water dripped down from the gutter as I walked by, every drop hitting me on my shoulder. Just my luck. Walking down dark alleys was now my way of life, drugs are now my way of life. My dad always said never to take drugs, maybe I should of listened to him but I made my choice- I became a rockstar. I've got to do it in secret though, I can't let Coldplay's super clean image suffer. I can't tell anyone, it can't leak or our band is over.

 

I opened the door, the door that I have been opening every evening for the last four months. The usual routine. "Alright, mate?" I said to the door man, like I always did. I entered into another room where lots of people were sat around a table in a dimly lit room. They all looked up, smiled and then looked back at the table where they were dealing. I walked past the table to the counter, the place to buy some drugs. The person behind the counter always seems to be different every day and today wasn't any different. "Alright, what can I do for you?" asked the man who was covered in tattoos and had a cigarette behind his ear. "I'd like some coke please" I replied. "Sure, what's the name then?" the man asked. "Chris, Chris Martin" I answered.

 

Sorry, but my story already has this title :P :laugh3:

Sorry, but my story already has this title :P :laugh3:

 

OMG! Really, I am unbelievebly sorry! :P :P :P, I'll just change it :), Sorry

OMG! Really, I am unbelievebly sorry! :P :P :P, I'll just change it :), Sorry

 

Never mind ;)

As long as you don't copy my storyline (which is VERY unlikely :sneaky: ) I am fine :)

And I guess you couldn't know anyway ;)

i wanna know more of that story chris buys COKE ?? lol xx

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

 

i wanna know more of that story chris buys COKE ?? lol xx

 

:laugh3:

Everythings Not Lost part one

 

 

 

What happens when you put 4 young single men in a pub who are on the brink of becomming

Rock Stars? Well lets see.....

Will, Guy, Jonny, and Chris are all sitting in a pub called Luckys, they are having a beer, after

jamming at the townhouse they share, just out of college.

Chris is drinking a beer, and Will say's, "Watch yourself, you know you can't drink very much without throwing up, Guy speaks up " Yeah your such a girl." "I may sing a bit high, but I am all man, Fellas." say's Chris.

Jonny looks around the room and states, "Lot's of lovely ladies here tonight, I feel lucky."

Jonny gets up and moves across the room to the bar to strike up a conversation with a cute blonde. "There he goes, say's Will, winking at Guy. "I think he has more luck than me sometimes." say's Guy.

 

Chris feeling alittle left out in the girl department, gets up and wanders over to the juke box,

Pointing back at Will and Guy , Chris say's, "One day we will be on here, y know?" Will and Guy look at each other and Will say's," Yeah, if he writes something better than a deodorant tune." Guy starts laughing and falls off his bar stool and quickly gets up to make sure the ladies didn't see his uncoolness or his tipsyness, Will brushes him off and comments that

Guy has a redhead looking at him, and she is coming their way.

 

"Hello, my name is Natalia, I was just wandering if you were ok, I saw you fall."

Guy: Well, my name is Guy and it's nice to meet you, and sometimes I fall off of bar stools, it's a condition I have, kinda sad, but I was born with it." Natalia busts out a laugh and Guy asks if he could buy her a drink. She nods yes, and as Guy passes by Will's stool, he whispers

"Don't wait up."

Will swigs his beer, and smiles at Guy, Chris is over at the juke box drumming on the glass, when a short brunette walks over to Chris and say's, "Hey didn't you and your mates play at the college hall the other night?", Chris looking up wide eyed said, "Yes" "Were you there?"

"No, you twit, (smiling), why would I ask you that, I must of been there." Chris nervously rubbing his hands together, say's "Well did you like Us?" "Hmm You were ok, you weren't horrible, maybe the sound was off." "My name is Rachel." "Hi, mine is Chris." Chris say's "Well nice to meet you." He walks over to Will and sit's down, taking a swig of his drink looking around.

 

"Are you crazy, Man?" asks Will, "What you mean?" Chris replied. Will shaking his head no say's "She was all over you and you left her hanging." "You really are gay, Chris."

"Am not, she's not my type." "Gay." Will say's, Chris getting annoyed now, gulps his beer down, gets up, and walks back over to Rachel, takes her hand and leads her out of the bar.

 

"Where are we going?" Rachel asks, "We are going to make out." Rachel known around the bar as a loose girl, quickly abliges his wishes. "You got a car?" asks Chris, "Yeah, it's over there." They walk over Chris opens the door and gets in, leaving Rachel to get in on her own, she shruggs her shoulders and gets in her side. "You have a condom she asks?" Chris say's "Fuck, be right back." he runs back in the bar and goes back over to Will, "Let me borrow a condom", Chris say's, Will smiling reaches into his wallet, and say's " Borrow?"

"I really don't want it back, mate." "Good Luck", Will says, as Chris bolts out the door.

 

To be continued

 

 

 

 

Everythings Not Lost part 2 contains sex

 

 

Chris gets to the car, and Rachel has already got a towel ready and has made herself comfortable in the back seat. Chris opens the door, and climbs over the front seat.

"Your so tall, be careful, you just knee'd my boob." Chris doesn't speak, he is concentrating

on what is going on. Chris positions himself next to Rachel, and moves his hand over her boob, he reaches his hand down to touch her, and brushes his finger over her private area, then kisses her mouth. Rachel, is moaning, until Chris takes his hand away, he quickly climbs on her and places his condom on himself and enters her and one, two, three, cums quickly.

He kisses her mouth, and pops out of her, sits up fixes his zipper, takes the towel and wipes his face, and looks at Rachel and say's "Thanks, did you enjoy that." Rachel lost for words starts hitting Chris and yelling, "Is that it You retard?" "What the hell was that all about?" Chris puts his arms up to fend her hit's off and jumps up to the front, and out the door, he looks back and say's, "Well I thought that was rather nice." Rachel throwing her shoe at him, yells "You fucking Freak."

 

Chris knowing he messed up takes a walk, he just doesn't know how to please a girl, he never understood or learned how. If he had a girlfriend, maybe he could have learned somewhere along the line.

 

Back at the bar, Will notices Rachel comes back in pissed off, she goes to the bar and orders a drink. Will goes up to her and asks her Where Chris went to, Rachel say's "Your friend is a loser, total loser." "Where did he go" asked Will, "I don't know, the selfish bastard was walking down the road the last time I saw him."

 

Will goes over to Jonny and excuses himself for interupting his conversation, and tells Jonny he is going home with Chris, that they were calling it a night. Jonny nodded and continued on with his new gal pal.

 

Guy is over at a corner table, gently kissing his new friend on the neck, and moving his hand down her shirt to her boobs, she is braless, which makes for easy access, Guy whispers in her ear if she would like to go back to his place to continue their date. "Most definitly" she says. Guy explains he shares a home with his 3 friends and she didn't mind a bit.

 

Chris is sitting on top of a wall over looking the city, he is so very hurt. He thinks to himself if only he understood women. If only he had the confidence Guy, Jonny, and Will have. He hangs his head down and wipes a tear away knowing he really treated Rachel terribly.

Will finally finds Chris and proceeds to hop up on the wall and sits down next to him.

 

"The city looks brilliant at night, doesn't it." Will say's. "Yeah" Chris answered, playing with his fingers. Will asks " So what went wrong?" Chris is quick to say "Nothing, we had a go of it, and I decided to walk home." "Well Rachel came back into the bar really pissed and not speaking highly of you." Will explained. Chris looks at Will and pleads" Oh Will I am so messed up with girls, I need someone to help me get over this selfishness I seam to have, I just Fuck and Toss." Will scratches his stubbley chin and say's, "Right, I have someone to introduce you to, that will help you learn some tricks, she's older, but might be able to help you out." Chris looks at him and say's, "Anything man, I just need to learn." Will say's "You need to learn, your going to be the lead singer in the biggest band in the world someday."

To be continued..

 

 

Everythings Not Lost Part3

 

 

Chris looks at Will and sighs, "The stars are really shiney tonight, y,Know?" Will scrunches his

nose and looks up, he feels the urge to start to reach for his pen, when Chris say's, "Hey do you have a pen, cause I feel something coming." Will pulls his pen out and Chris proceeds to write something on his arm. Will say's, "When your done lets go home and spy on Guy."

 

Guy in the meantime is trying to put his key in the lock, he has had 1 too many, but is looking forward to Natalia showing him a good time. As they go thru the door, Guy walks in and

offers Natalia a scotch, as he pours the drinks and move over to the couch, he hands her

the glass and sits down. She is so very beautiful with her flamming red hair, quite a large woman, not fat, just alot bigger than Guy, her boobs are not as big as you would think for her size, but Guy doesn't seem to mind....... Back at the bar.....

 

Jonny has been talking it up at the bar now for a few hours with this blonde chick, and decides he would like to speed things up a bit. He asks her if she would like to go home with him, and she say's she would, but needed to go to the bathroom first, as she excuses herself, she kisses his cheek and Jonny thought it kinda felt alittle rough for a girl, he shrugs it off and watches her disapear, he decides it's a good idea to relieve himself before the walk home, so he starts to walk towards the mens room. As he pushes open the door he notices

a blonde standing at the urinal, and yelps, "Your a fucking Man?" The blonde, now confused

looking say's, "Yeah, I thought you knew." Jonny stood and glared, "I've spent the last few hours trying to pick a man up?" Pacing back and forth running his hands thru his hair, he say's

"Sorry, whoever you are I don't bat for that side." He runs out, and realizes the Redhead Guy was with, was at the bar with this blonde and they were, he guesses, together, he grabs his jacket, gulps his beer down and heads out the bar. He has to get home and warn Guy.

 

Jonny is running thru the streets, and rounds the corner, catches up to Chris and Will who were walking home, Jonny explains to them what has just happened, and Will and Chris look at each other and start laughing their asses off, "Jonny, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing." say's Will, laughing so hard he could barely get the words out, Chris is bent over laughing and now falling to the ground rolling around clutching his stomache from the laughter.

"Not funny" Jonny say's, "and I think Guy took a transy home." Will and Chris stop laughing look at each other and smile and Will say's, "Oh this is gonna be good, lets go." The 3 of them start running towards home.

To be continued......

 

 

Everythings Not Lost Part 4

 

 

 

As Will, Jonny, and chris arrive at their flat's door, Will is Shhhhing everyone. Jonny inserts

his key slowly and quietly, Will right behind him and Chris towering from behind, start to

creep in. Jonny quietly walks thru the door and BAM, kicks something and tumbles, Will

tumbles onto Jonny and Chris tumbles onto the both of them. Jonny exclaims " Get off me Will!" Will to chris, "get off me." Chris falls over and say's, "I feel like a bowling pin." (giggling).

 

"SHHHH", say's Will, they all crawl towards the kitchen and peer over the kitchen sink. They see

Guy and Natalia sitting on the couch, Jonny whispers "What we gonna do Will?" "Just keep

quiet and I'll think of something," Will said. Chris pops his head up and yell's, 'Hey guy, watcha doing?" Will hits Chris in the knee, and Guy jumps up and strolls over to the kitchen.

"What are you doing here so early?" " Ummmm, I wanted a hot dog so I came home." Looking around for a pot. Will and Jonny pop up and say, "Yeah us too."

Guy replies, " We don't eat weiners, so why are you both on your knees?" Guy and Jonny look at each other and snicker about Guy saying the word weiner. They both hop up and Guy is not one bit amused.

 

Chris comes round and walks into the living room, plops down on the couch next to natalia, and stretches his long legs out on the coffee table. "Hi my name is chris, what's yours?"

"Natalia" ,she says. "Well can I call you Nat or Nate?" "or is it Nathan?" Chris reaches for a handful of jelly beans and stuffs them into his mouth, Natalia gets up and looks at Guy and decides to call it a night. "Chris with his mouth full say's, Dijhfggfyrtrhk, wann,,, jfdhut?"

"What did you say Chris?" Will say's. Chris,Swallowing and picking a jelly out of his teeth say's

"Sorry" 'I said, Please don't leave so soon." "let's play truth or dare.!" Guy hurries over

"You 3 please leave."

 

Will: What?

Chris: No 2nd base."

(Will puzzled) say's 'Come again?"

Chris: Who's on first?

Will: What?

Chris: No 2nd base.

(Will looks at Jonny, Jonny shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know.")

Chris: 3rd base

THE SUGAR HAS HIT THE MAN!!!!

Will: Let me get this straight. Who's on first, what's on 2nd, and I don't knows on 3rd.

Chris clapping his hand together say's "Exactly."

They all laugh, except Guy and Natalia. Chris always likes to play that game, especially after sugar!!

 

Guy apologizes to Natalia and say's, "Ya wanna go to my room?" Natalia looks at the others and whispers to Guy "maybe, if they are leaving." Chris across the room yell's "Lets go bowling.... No let's go.... Guy cuts him off and say's "You 3 go bowling." Chris: Ok lets go... As he bounces towards the door, Will stops him, "Chris, have you forgotten why we're here?"

Chris say's like a little kid, "Aw i wanted to go bowling." and he walks back to the couch for more jelly beans.

 

Guy goes over to the kitchen to refresh the drinks before departing to his room. Jonny decides to move quickly.... he walks up to Natalia and say's " You gotta leave, You know that right?" "I'm with Guy, not you she say's. Jonny makes a disgusting face closes his eyes and grabs her crotch, opens his eyes wide and say's, "Stay away from our friend, never come round again." Natalia gasps in a low voice saying, " You guy's are a bunch of loons, trust me

I won't be back." Jonny lets go of his crotch and "Shim" dissapears out the door. Guy drinks in hand goes, " What did you do with her?" demanding an answer.

 

Jonny looking quite sick say's "She's a he, Guy, we stopped it before you really found out the hard way." Chris across the room yells " Guy, he was really pretty tho.!" Will and Chris laughing.. Guy shocked say's, "I'll never go back to that bar again, that's for sure." 'Thanks Jonny." Chris bounding towards the door, "Can we go bowlingf now?"

Will: No. we have an early session in the morning, we should all go to bed." Chris visably upsets, rolls his eyes, pouts, all the way back to the couch while saying, I really wanted to

go bowling.

To be continued.....

 

 

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

 

 

Ohhh...

I luv this story so much :)

 

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The last part leaves me wondering... He says he wants to go home when he's at home... or is he?

great story xoxo

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

 

i finally read all the parts you've written so far, and this is really good!

i like the way you've made the chris-guy relationship, and that when will was introduced he looked angry. :lol:

Simon and Kyra, thanks agian for the great reads.

Ohhh...

I luv this story so much :)

 

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The last part leaves me wondering... He says he wants to go home when he's at home... or is he?

 

He means his home country...Scotland! :P

 

i finally read all the parts you've written so far, and this is really good!

i like the way you've made the chris-guy relationship, and that when will was introduced he looked angry. :lol:

 

Haven't you seen old pics of Will? He looks scary. :uhoh2:

AHHHHH! :bigcry:

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

I LOVE IT KYRA!!!!!

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^ Why are you worried? (Your mood's on worried.)

Haven't you seen old pics of Will? He looks scary. :uhoh2:

AHHHHH! :bigcry:

 

oh, i know. he also looks creppy in some pictures. :\

will looks like he'd be the meanest of them, but i've heard that he's actually the nicest.

i think chris iis xx

Will and Jonny (honestly) are the nicest. I love Chris to death, but he can be really hissy sometimes. For lack of a better word. :laugh3:

Anyone read Everythings Not Lost? Was is shit? You gals and guy's better

tell the truth.:laugh3: I can take it.:)

Anyone read Everythings Not Lost? Was is shit? You gals and guy's better

tell the truth.:laugh3: I can take it.:)

 

 

I loved it!!!:D:D

NEW FANFIC!! "Working Title"

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

I loved it!!!:D:D

 

 

Aw thanks!!!:D

Hey that's fun to read!

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

Hmmmm!!!! You better not go away, whoever you are!!! What is your name?

This was Really, Really, Good!!!! You wrote this so well, I just Loved it!!! Keep it coming!!!!! Welcome to the Fanfic section, I see this is your first post, and what a great one!!! I am Tracey.

aww i loved it x

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

 

:wideeyed: this is really good! I love it. :D