:lol: the "we love the new hair plugs!" thing was my favorite.

that and when guy pointed to will and jonny. :P

It Could Be Worse

Chris: So I was thinking that today we'd go to the park. How does that sound?

Jonny: Which park?

Chris: Oh. Well, I guess I hadn't thought that far ahead.

Will: Then why'd you ask?

Chris: I don't know. I'm just bored, I guess. I feel like we should be doing something.

Will: Well, we're not writing anymore of the lunch song, if that's what you're getting at. That song was gonna be absolute shit, no matter how hard we would've tried to make it not absolute shit.

Chris: Yeah, but you don't have to be so mean about it.

Jonny: Hey... where's Guy?

Chris: Who? Oh, uh... I don't know. I thought I saw him this morning, but maybe that was just the sleeping pills playing tricks on my mind again.

Jonny: Again?

Chris: Oh, well, there was this one night... it was bad, and... uh, you know, Gwyneth was actually sleeping.... uh...

Will: Enough of that. I think maybe we should go find Guy.

Jonny: Yeah, let's do that. But where could he be?

Will: Oh, I think I know....

 

 

will the boys ever find Guy? will Chris ever stop taking sleeping pills?

tune in to the next 'episode' of "It Could Be Worse" to find out! ;)

will the boys ever find Guy? will Chris ever stop taking sleeping pills?

tune in to the next 'episode' of "It Could Be Worse" to find out! ;)

:laugh3::laugh3::laugh3: I will!!

I've started a trend of new snippets! :dance:

 

Guy: sent

Will: no don't send that

Guy: Too late

 

Those lines cracked me up. :laugh3:

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The new chapter of A Warning Sign was brilliant. LOVE IT AND WANT MORE. :D

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The stories around here are so great and refreshing. :heart:

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ON another note: I've decided Schoolboys will be 15 chapters long, ending on Will's POV to make it even. Oh, but there has to be an epilogue, so maybe that will be in 3rd person...

nooo, you should make it a billion chapters long!! :P

Thanks for your comments on my story guys :blush:

 

I looove the little snippet stories, they are hilarious and cute.

 

Also, I'm sad to hear that Schoolboys is ending soon it's such a great fic but maybe it's because you have an idea for a new fic? :nice:

It Could Be Worse

Chris: So I was thinking that today we'd go to the park. How does that sound?

Jonny: Which park?

Chris: Oh. Well, I guess I hadn't thought that far ahead.

Will: Then why'd you ask?

Chris: I don't know. I'm just bored, I guess. I feel like we should be doing something.

Will: Well, we're not writing anymore of the lunch song, if that's what you're getting at. That song was gonna be absolute shit, no matter how hard we would've tried to make it not absolute shit.

Chris: Yeah, but you don't have to be so mean about it.

Jonny: Hey... where's Guy?

Chris: Who? Oh, uh... I don't know. I thought I saw him this morning, but maybe that was just the sleeping pills playing tricks on my mind again.

Jonny: Again?

Chris: Oh, well, there was this one night... it was bad, and... uh, you know, Gwyneth was actually sleeping.... uh...

Will: Enough of that. I think maybe we should go find Guy.

Jonny: Yeah, let's do that. But where could he be?

Will: Oh, I think I know....

 

 

will the boys ever find Guy? will Chris ever stop taking sleeping pills?

tune in to the next 'episode' of "It Could Be Worse" to find out! ;)

 

 

 

CANT STOP LAUGHING! SO FUNNY....

 

I have a question though... is it twitting...or tweeting?

i think it's tweeting.

that's how i always write it anyway. :thinking:

(also, off topic, but i sent you a friend request on myspace. :))

And I accepted!!! :D

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

 

 

 

Katie sat down on one of Grace's paint splattered chairs in her living room. “So, you, didn't tell him you're in love with him?”

Grace's eyes bulged and she raised a finger. “Sh! You and I already know how crazy this is. I don't need the world knowing I'm in love with the lead singer of motherfucking Coldplay.”

“We're in your apartment Grace. The FBI isn't watching you. So, why didn't you get to telling him?” Katie asked, eying a few new sketches around the room.

“Katie,” Grace said, throwing some old paintings in the closet. “he was really upset about Gwyn. I just couldn't put more stress on him right then and there.”

“It's been ten years.” She combed her jet black hair with her fingers, and flicked a piece of dust of her leather boots. “And he's leaving for seven months now?”

Grace stopped in her tracks, and closed her eyes. She needed to think. Instead, she walked up next to Katie and pulled herself onto the kitchen counter. “Maybe I could go see him? Work's been okay. I can afford a plane ticket.”

Katie stood up, and her leather skirt fell into place. “Work! Pfft. You color for a living. You should try my office for a day, you'd die.” She looked at one of my newer paintings. “These are pretty spectacular, by the way.”

I smiled. “Can you answer my question? Should I go see him while he's gone? Maybe in like, three months? He'd be in Paris.”

Katie spun around, took a few steps toward her. “Grace, listen. I know you don't like me to say anything corny and nice as much as I don't, but I'm going to tell you this. I see the way you look at him. And the feelings aren't one way. Really. There's something about this connection you two have. For eight years you two were like brother and sister, but for some reason when you were about to get married, and when he got married, I guess you realized. Aw, this is like Days of Our Lives.” she pretended to fan herself.

Grace thought about what she said for a few minutes. Going over all the times she felt butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her, shivers when he said her name. Was this really right? “Is this really right?” she finally said. “Or is this stupid? Maybe I don't even have feelings for him at all.”

Katie looked at her Blackberry and jumped a little. “I need to get back to work. We'll have dinner tonight.”

“No.”

She stopped halfway out the door. “What?”

Grace shook her head violently, and tried to hold back tears in her eyes. “I can't tell him. I'm not ready.” She slid off the counter. “I... I need to move on.”

Katie smiled, and nodded. “Okay. We'll see him in seven months then.”

“Yep.” She said, watching Katie walk out the door. “Seven. Stupid. Months.”

 

 

 

 

:cheesy:!!

Oh Grace! TELL HIM!:veryangry2:

:laugh4:!!

Great, wonderful Stories!!!!!! Oh and it is Tweeting, I made Chris use the term Twitting, cause he is goofy in the story and doesn't understand high tech stuff:laugh3: I thought it would be funnier.

 

Kyra, yes thank-you for starting the short stories, yours was fun, so i decided to join in too.

 

keep up the stories ladies and Simon they are all so good!!!! Can't wait for the next read!!!!!

Even Guy in real life doesn't say tweet, even though that is the correct term. :D

 

Also, I'm sad to hear that Schoolboys is ending soon it's such a great fic but maybe it's because you have an idea for a new fic? :nice:

 

Uh...:uhoh2: Maybe...

 

:P

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

 

 

 

Katie sat down on one of Grace's paint splattered chairs in her living room. “So, you, didn't tell him you're in love with him?”

Grace's eyes bulged and she raised a finger. “Sh! You and I already know how crazy this is. I don't need the world knowing I'm in love with the lead singer of motherfucking Coldplay.”

“We're in your apartment Grace. The FBI isn't watching you. So, why didn't you get to telling him?” Katie asked, eying a few new sketches around the room.

“Katie,” Grace said, throwing some old paintings in the closet. “he was really upset about Gwyn. I just couldn't put more stress on him right then and there.”

“It's been ten years.” She combed her jet black hair with her fingers, and flicked a piece of dust of her leather boots. “And he's leaving for seven months now?”

Grace stopped in her tracks, and closed her eyes. She needed to think. Instead, she walked up next to Katie and pulled herself onto the kitchen counter. “Maybe I could go see him? Work's been okay. I can afford a plane ticket.”

Katie stood up, and her leather skirt fell into place. “Work! Pfft. You color for a living. You should try my office for a day, you'd die.” She looked at one of my newer paintings. “These are pretty spectacular, by the way.”

I smiled. “Can you answer my question? Should I go see him while he's gone? Maybe in like, three months? He'd be in Paris.”

Katie spun around, took a few steps toward her. “Grace, listen. I know you don't like me to say anything corny and nice as much as I don't, but I'm going to tell you this. I see the way you look at him. And the feelings aren't one way. Really. There's something about this connection you two have. For eight years you two were like brother and sister, but for some reason when you were about to get married, and when he got married, I guess you realized. Aw, this is like Days of Our Lives.” she pretended to fan herself.

Grace thought about what she said for a few minutes. Going over all the times she felt butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her, shivers when he said her name. Was this really right? “Is this really right?” she finally said. “Or is this stupid? Maybe I don't even have feelings for him at all.”

Katie looked at her Blackberry and jumped a little. “I need to get back to work. We'll have dinner tonight.”

“No.”

She stopped halfway out the door. “What?”

Grace shook her head violently, and tried to hold back tears in her eyes. “I can't tell him. I'm not ready.” She slid off the counter. “I... I need to move on.”

Katie smiled, and nodded. “Okay. We'll see him in seven months then.”

“Yep.” She said, watching Katie walk out the door. “Seven. Stupid. Months.”

 

 

 

 

:cheesy:!!

aw, grace! TELL HIM!:D :love:

 

I loved it, Christina!! It's so great!!:D:heart:!!

:dance:

SCHOOLBOYS

Chapter 14

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

“Guy!” Miss Jackson tapped my desk with her brush. I jerked up in my seat with a small gasp, having been snapped out of my daydream. “Pay attention, Mr. Berryman. This technique is very important.”

 

“I’m sorry.” I muttered, blushing. “I’m paying attention.”

 

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. “You should catch up on your sleep, Guy.” The rest of the class laughed, and I sank down in my chair. I hated being the center of attention, if only for a moment. Finally, my beautiful art teacher seemed to think she’d embarrassed me enough. She turned back to the board where she’d taped the poster of the works of the artist Magritte. I stared at it, not wanting to be caught looking anywhere else. If it had been any other teacher reprimanding me, I would be muttering curses under my breath and willing them to die with the hatred of my glare. But her...definitely not.

 

After the class finished, she pulled me aside. I was shocked; no one ever asked me to stay after class. Not in England, anyway. “Guy, is anything wrong?”

 

I stood there for a moment, my mouth hanging open. I was too stunned to reply. “What I mean,” she continued, “Is that normally you’re sitting up in class completely attentive. You were almost asleep today, weren’t you?”

 

“I, ah...haven’t been sleeping...as much as I could be, I guess....”

 

“Well, it’s important that you do, all right?” she said, giving me a small smile. My head was spinning as I nodded and rushed out of the room. I couldn’t believe she had asked me if I was okay. No teacher had ever shown that much of an interest in my wellbeing before. Miss Jackson, I supposed, hadn’t been that far off anyway. I hadn’t been sleeping much the past week, and I was more distracted and more tired than usual. My mum had pointed it out to me as well. Then she had gripped me by the shoulder and told me that I was going on a trip with the boys. I asked which boys, and she said Chris, Will, and Jonny. I asked where, and she refused to say. She only told me to pack enough clothing for four days.

 

So now I was exhausted and I had to go on a little surprise trip with my new friends...who probably hated my guts by now. I made my way to the cafeteria slowly, navigating around people. I loved to pretend I was driving in traffic. Sharp right, put on the brakes...avoid collision! I narrowly missed a boy running in the opposite direction. What a prick! What was he thinking; going against traffic?

 

I finally made it to my table, and I threw my things down on the chair near Jonny, who was the only other person there. “Hi.” he said, looking up from the book he was reading. I paused, about to reach for my wallet.

 

“Hey...why aren’t you getting food?”

 

Jonny shrugged. “Not hungry.”

 

“Not hungry?” I echoed.

 

“Strange, isn’t it?”

 

“Well, okay...I’ll be right back.” I said quickly. Although I’d gotten to the cafeteria late, there was hardly anyone waiting for lunch. As I walked back to my seat with a plate of fries, I noticed that Chris and Will had arrived. I also noticed that I was the only one with food. “Why aren’t you eating?” I asked to no one in particular.

 

“I don’t have money.” answered Chris, shrugging. I wordlessly dug into my pocket and offered him my change, which was enough to buy a sandwich or two. He sat up in his chair, shaking his head adamantly. “I’m not taking your money.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to be the only one eating; it’s awkward! Take it and go get something.” Chris mulled it over for a few moments before finally taking half the amount I’d offered him.

 

“Thanks, mate.”

 

“Yeah.” I turned to Will as Chris hopped off into the crowd that had just formed. “What about you?”

 

Will laughed. “I’ll go when I want to.”

 

“Suit yourself.” I muttered, sitting down. Jonny closed his book and tucked it into his bag, probably thinking I would spill ketchup on it. “So....” I began, taking my time. “Where are we going this weekend?” Jonny looked up quickly, sharing a glance with Will. I looked between them in frustration.

 

“You mean you don’t know?”

 

“No, my mum won’t tell me.”

 

“Oh.” Will frowned slightly. “Well, um...I guess you’ll find out then.”

 

“Oh, come on!” I groaned. “Why won’t you tell me?”

 

“Well, I guess it’s supposed to be a surprise, isn’t it?”

 

“But...!”

 

“What’s going on?” asked Chris, returning with a bag of crisps. “I could see Guy getting worked up from all the way over there.”

 

“They won’t tell me where we’re going. Where are we going?”

 

“You don’t know where we’re going?”

 

“No!”

 

“Oh. I can’t tell you, then.” decided Chris, looking at both Jonny and Will. I threw my hands up in defeat, and Jonny laughed.

 

“Just be patient, and don’t worry.” he said, winking dramatically. I bristled.

 

 

Edit: I forgot if I named the art teacher before...I don't think I did...Hmm. :thinking:

 

 

Oh Kyra!!!!! Now don't leave us hanging!!!! I love the part where Guy was pretending to drive while walking and called that guy a prick cause he didn't know he was supposed to stop:laugh3::laugh3:

great chapter!!

Oh Kyra!!!!! Now don't leave us hanging!!!! I love the part where Guy was pretending to drive while walking and called that guy a prick cause he didn't know he was supposed to stop:laugh3::laugh3:

 

I added that in there because that's what the hallway is like at my school. :laugh3:

i love school boys sooo good !! x

:dance:

SCHOOLBOYS

Chapter 14

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

“Guy!” Miss Jackson tapped my desk with her brush. I jerked up in my seat with a small gasp, having been snapped out of my daydream. “Pay attention, Mr. Berryman. This technique is very important.”

 

“I’m sorry.” I muttered, blushing. “I’m paying attention.”

 

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. “You should catch up on your sleep, Guy.” The rest of the class laughed, and I sank down in my chair. I hated being the center of attention, if only for a moment. Finally, my beautiful art teacher seemed to think she’d embarrassed me enough. She turned back to the board where she’d taped the poster of the works of the artist Magritte. I stared at it, not wanting to be caught looking anywhere else. If it had been any other teacher reprimanding me, I would be muttering curses under my breath and willing them to die with the hatred of my glare. But her...definitely not.

 

After the class finished, she pulled me aside. I was shocked; no one ever asked me to stay after class. Not in England, anyway. “Guy, is anything wrong?”

 

I stood there for a moment, my mouth hanging open. I was too stunned to reply. “What I mean,” she continued, “Is that normally you’re sitting up in class completely attentive. You were almost asleep today, weren’t you?”

 

“I, ah...haven’t been sleeping...as much as I could be, I guess....”

 

“Well, it’s important that you do, all right?” she said, giving me a small smile. My head was spinning as I nodded and rushed out of the room. I couldn’t believe she had asked me if I was okay. No teacher had ever shown that much of an interest in my wellbeing before. Miss Jackson, I supposed, hadn’t been that far off anyway. I hadn’t been sleeping much the past week, and I was more distracted and more tired than usual. My mum had pointed it out to me as well. Then she had gripped me by the shoulder and told me that I was going on a trip with the boys. I asked which boys, and she said Chris, Will, and Jonny. I asked where, and she refused to say. She only told me to pack enough clothing for four days.

 

So now I was exhausted and I had to go on a little surprise trip with my new friends...who probably hated my guts by now. I made my way to the cafeteria slowly, navigating around people. I loved to pretend I was driving in traffic. Sharp right, put on the brakes...avoid collision! I narrowly missed a boy running in the opposite direction. What a prick! What was he thinking; going against traffic?

 

I finally made it to my table, and I threw my things down on the chair near Jonny, who was the only other person there. “Hi.” he said, looking up from the book he was reading. I paused, about to reach for my wallet.

 

“Hey...why aren’t you getting food?”

 

Jonny shrugged. “Not hungry.”

 

“Not hungry?” I echoed.

 

“Strange, isn’t it?”

 

“Well, okay...I’ll be right back.” I said quickly. Although I’d gotten to the cafeteria late, there was hardly anyone waiting for lunch. As I walked back to my seat with a plate of fries, I noticed that Chris and Will had arrived. I also noticed that I was the only one with food. “Why aren’t you eating?” I asked to no one in particular.

 

“I don’t have money.” answered Chris, shrugging. I wordlessly dug into my pocket and offered him my change, which was enough to buy a sandwich or two. He sat up in his chair, shaking his head adamantly. “I’m not taking your money.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to be the only one eating; it’s awkward! Take it and go get something.” Chris mulled it over for a few moments before finally taking half the amount I’d offered him.

 

“Thanks, mate.”

 

“Yeah.” I turned to Will as Chris hopped off into the crowd that had just formed. “What about you?”

 

Will laughed. “I’ll go when I want to.”

 

“Suit yourself.” I muttered, sitting down. Jonny closed his book and tucked it into his bag, probably thinking I would spill ketchup on it. “So....” I began, taking my time. “Where are we going this weekend?” Jonny looked up quickly, sharing a glance with Will. I looked between them in frustration.

 

“You mean you don’t know?”

 

“No, my mum won’t tell me.”

 

“Oh.” Will frowned slightly. “Well, um...I guess you’ll find out then.”

 

“Oh, come on!” I groaned. “Why won’t you tell me?”

 

“Well, I guess it’s supposed to be a surprise, isn’t it?”

 

“But...!”

 

“What’s going on?” asked Chris, returning with a bag of crisps. “I could see Guy getting worked up from all the way over there.”

 

“They won’t tell me where we’re going. Where are we going?”

 

“You don’t know where we’re going?”

 

“No!”

 

“Oh. I can’t tell you, then.” decided Chris, looking at both Jonny and Will. I threw my hands up in defeat, and Jonny laughed.

 

“Just be patient, and don’t worry.” he said, winking dramatically. I bristled.

 

 

Edit: I forgot if I named the art teacher before...I don't think I did...Hmm. :thinking:

 

 

:heart: fantastic!

i love the DAAHF quote. :nice:

Ok, so here it comes.

The little first part of my huge fanfic!

Hope u enjoy (esp the berrygirls:sneaky:)

Sorry for the terrible english :embarassed:

 

 

 

 

 

 

previously on

It Could Be Worse...

 

Jonny: Hey... where's Guy?

Chris: I don't know. I thought I saw him this morning.

Will: Oh, I think I know....

 

 

 

Will (knocking): Come on, Guy! Let us in!

Jonny: Hey, mate, it's been half an hour. I don't think he's in there.

Will: But where else could he be? OI, GUY! GET YOUR ARSE UP AND ANSWER THIS DOOR!

Chris: Oh man, you guys. What if he's.... you know. Like, what if something happened?

Jonny: No, no, he's probably out walking somewhere. He likes that sort of thing, remember?

Chris: Yeah, but what if something did happen, and then he could be just lying in there, helpless, and... oh, God! (starts crying) GUYYYY!!!!

Will: Chris, get a hold of yourself, man. Jonny's right, he's probably out somewhere.

Chris (sniffs): Can we at least check to see if he's in there? Then we can go look for him outside.

Will: Fine, but I don't know how we'll get in.

Jonny: I'll take this one. (breaks in to Guy's apartment)

Will: Jonny, I didn't know that you knew how to break in to people's apartments.

Jonny: Well, there's a lot of things about me you guys don't know.

Chris (laughs): Heh, not me.

Jonny: Shut up! Anyway, I don't think Guy's in here. Does that make you feel better, Chris?

Chris: Yeah. Should we go try to find him, then?

Will: Hold on, guys. I think I have an idea.

 

MEANWHILE...

 

Guy: Ooh, strawberries! They look lovely. Let's see... Just wandering around the farmers market in Union Square... What a day!...Guy... send. That's bound to get the Berrygirls all riled up.

Man: Who the hell are you talking to? And why the hell are you taking pictures of strawberries?

Guy: I was talking to myself, I guess. And I thought the strawberries looked nice.

Man: OK. Freak. I'm leaving now. (leaves with Girlie)

Girlie: Honey, do you even know who that is?

Man: No, why would I?

Girlie: That's Guy Berryman!

Guy: Oh, snot! People are starting to recognize me now... I better run before the Berrygirls start trying to follow me by using my tweets...

 

BACK AT GUY'S APARTMENT

 

Will: Look, he's just tweeted strawberries!

Jonny: Strawberries?

Chris: I can't believe you got on to his laptop. How'd you know the password? Oh, I wish I was computer savvy.

Will: 'Sexybeast123' is not very hard to guess. Anyway, this picture might give us a clue as to Guy's whereabouts.

Jonny: Strawberries... you guys, I think I know where Guy is!

Chris: All right, let's go then!

 

 

will Guy escape recognition forever? will Chris ever stop crying in fanfics?

tune in to the next 'episode' of "It Could Be Worse" to find out! ;)

will Chris ever stop crying in fanfics?[/color][/b]

tune in to the next 'episode' of "It Could Be Worse" to find out! ;)

:dance: A new episode!! :dance:

 

Great! :laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

thanks, anna! i'm glad you like it. :nice:

you should try writing a fanfic sometime, i'm sure i'd be great. ;)