Christina, well written, it was soooo good!!! maybe he needs to get Will to go and kick Michaels Ass, or just stand there and give him that famous scarey look:laugh3:

 

"I hear you beat up my friend's girl."

 

*cracks knuckles*

"I hear you beat up my friend's girl."

 

*cracks knuckles*

 

LOL. I could NOT stop laughing at that! GO WILL!

yeah, Will!!:veryangry2::veryangry2: Death Stare

another amazing and hot story nicole;)

OMG these fanfics are all so fantastic! I'm saving them like a maniac, because I don't want such a disaster of dissappearing fanfics like witch the old Livejournal :uhoh:

 

So, after a loooooong long time of not posting any new fanfics, I thought it might be time to sit down in front of my PC and start writing again! :D

 

So here it is, a new story :)

 

 

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

Rating: NC-17 (violence, language, angst etc.)

Genre: Drama/angst

Time line: The story takes place today, but the relationships are different.

 

 

Prologue

Guy's POV

 

Sometimes you think the world hates you. Then you say:

‘Well, everything’s gonna be okay, right?”

But afterwards you see, that this is just a lie you’re repeating over and over again to yourself to keep you away from suicide.

 

I gave up, a long time ago, and as you can see, I’m still alive. The story I’m going to tell you now is… hmm… how can I explain it,

I think this one word here is the best I can manage so far:

 

Hope.

 

There’s always hope, even if everyone you love is dead, everything’s burned to ground and there is a third world war, there’s still hope. Positive things. Light. The air you’re breathing. Just the fact that you’re alive.

Then you ask yourself:

“Why am I still alive? I can’t take it anymore, what’s the meaning of all this?”

I’ve been through this, and I tell you, it’s just a phase you are going through, and it passes by.

The world doesn’t hate you. It doesn’t even care about you, you and your life and your friends and family. The world is just a huge playground, people appear and play on it, and they disappear to make space for other ones. Things come and go.

That’s it.

That’s the sense of life.

If you don’t accept it, then fine. I don’t care, nobody cares!

 

So why am I telling this?

I’m saying this to explain why I’m still alive after this, and with ‘this’ I mean my story.

 

 

Chapter one

Guy's POV

 

We were visiting a big abandon hall somewhere in Europe, I think it was Russia, but I’m not quite sure anymore. We went so far away from our hometown to get some new inspirations for the next record. You know, old cities, the story of its people and everything is quite fascinating sometimes, and you get tons of creative ideas for new songs.

 

However, we went to this big hall which looked like an old factory building. There were huge doors and windows and giant machines and everything, pretty cool if you ask me.

Jon and I were walking around, and that fool always stumbled over old and rusty stuff on the ground because he kept staring at the ceiling.

 

“You know, I think it really wasn’t Chris’s fault, I mean, he just didn’t know!” Jonny stopped and looked at me, his eyes gleaming with insecurity.

Here we go again, I thought. It was that damn old story.

 

***

 

Eight months ago, Jonny told me so, Chris was hanging out in a bar somewhere in London, and there was also Will’s wife, Beatrice. Not that you think there was something going on between Chris and her, she just wanted to have a chat with ‘the nice pal’. After they both met in the bar, they talked about the band and future and everything women like to talk about. Chris left her alone for a moment to go to the toilet. He already had a few drinks, but not the hard stuff, just to be more unbiased while talking.

When he went back to his place, Beatrice was still there, but she stood up and told him, that she was tired and wanted to get the next cab for driving home.

Chris was already drunk and if he wouldn’t have been, he would have driven her home, of course.

 

In the end it turned out that she didn’t drive with a cab, but with her own car and Chris didn’t notice. So she drove home, well…

She wanted to, but never arrived.

She crashed into another car, into a truck to be honest, and she suffered severe injuries. Her car turned over for several times, crashed into a beam barrier and started to burn.

Since then she’s in a coma, and the doctors said that there’s only a little chance that she will wake up.

 

We tried everything to cheer up Will, and I mean really everything, but since this accident he’s oftentimes angry, tetchy and has a burning anger at Chris, because he’s convinced that Chris could have stopped her from driving home.

Which is ridiculous, since he didn’t know that she drove home by herself.

 

Every time Will got angry at Chris, I tried to calm him down and convinced him, that is was nobody’s fault that Beatrice got into that crash, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

***

 

“Of course it’s not Chris’ fault! What did you make think that I wasn’t clear about that?” I retorted.

 

“Dunno, I just, I’m worried about us, I don’t know how to handle all this shit! I don’t want that our friendship breaks up!”

His glance went from my eyes up to the ceiling, then back to ground, wide and chaotic, trying to handle this awkward situation.

 

“God Jonny, Will is a grown man, soon enough he’s finally going to see that it was nobody‘s fault. We will be friends forever, even in hard times, okay? Now stop this anxiety, you sound almost like Chris god dammit!” I punched him softly into his side and finally a little smile appeared on his face.

 

“Let’s catch up with Chris and Will, this place gets a little bit boring.” Jonny said with his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. Kicking a nearby metal frame, he continued walking to the big door at the end of the hall. I followed him silently.

 

 

 

 

I love it!Sad :( Can't wait for the rest

Twisted!!! Sorry I don't know your name, but that was really a good story so far!!!

I love how you explained things early on and then went into the story line, very good, Thanks!!!:kiss:

:bigcry: oohh, thalia, this is such a sad story. I hope that everything's going to be allright. you know, I like happy endings. :sad:

keep on righting, I wanna know how it coninues!

Twisted!!! Sorry I don't know your name, but that was really a good story so far!!!

I love how you explained things early on and then went into the story line, very good, Thanks!!!:kiss:

 

Hey thanks alot for that comment, constructive criticism is also something I love :D

 

I try my best to write in proper english, but it's hard :\

 

We were visiting a big abandon hall somewhere in Europe, I think it was Russia,

 

:lol: awesome story

THALIA I LOVE YOU.

 

 

I like angst. :sneaky:

 

:lol: awesome story

 

Why are you laughin about being in russia? :P

 

THALIA I LOVE YOU.

 

 

I like angst. :sneaky:

 

heeeeeeeeheheheheheheh :evilgrin:

thalia. the story is amazing. :stunned:

 

 

can't wait for more!

OMG these fanfics are all so fantastic! I'm saving them like a maniac, because I don't want such a disaster of dissappearing fanfics like witch the old Livejournal :uhoh:

 

So, after a loooooong long time of not posting any new fanfics, I thought it might be time to sit down in front of my PC and start writing again! :D

 

So here it is, a new story :)

 

 

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

Rating: NC-17 (violence, language, angst etc.)

Genre: Drama/angst

Time line: The story takes place today, but the relationships are different.

 

 

Prologue

Guy's POV

 

Sometimes you think the world hates you. Then you say:

‘Well, everything’s gonna be okay, right?”

But afterwards you see, that this is just a lie you’re repeating over and over again to yourself to keep you away from suicide.

 

I gave up, a long time ago, and as you can see, I’m still alive. The story I’m going to tell you now is… hmm… how can I explain it,

I think this one word here is the best I can manage so far:

 

Hope.

 

There’s always hope, even if everyone you love is dead, everything’s burned to ground and there is a third world war, there’s still hope. Positive things. Light. The air you’re breathing. Just the fact that you’re alive.

Then you ask yourself:

“Why am I still alive? I can’t take it anymore, what’s the meaning of all this?”

I’ve been through this, and I tell you, it’s just a phase you are going through, and it passes by.

The world doesn’t hate you. It doesn’t even care about you, you and your life and your friends and family. The world is just a huge playground, people appear and play on it, and they disappear to make space for other ones. Things come and go.

That’s it.

That’s the sense of life.

If you don’t accept it, then fine. I don’t care, nobody cares!

 

So why am I telling this?

I’m saying this to explain why I’m still alive after this, and with ‘this’ I mean my story.

 

 

Chapter one

Guy's POV

 

We were visiting a big abandon hall somewhere in Europe, I think it was Russia, but I’m not quite sure anymore. We went so far away from our hometown to get some new inspirations for the next record. You know, old cities, the story of its people and everything is quite fascinating sometimes, and you get tons of creative ideas for new songs.

 

However, we went to this big hall which looked like an old factory building. There were huge doors and windows and giant machines and everything, pretty cool if you ask me.

Jon and I were walking around, and that fool always stumbled over old and rusty stuff on the ground because he kept staring at the ceiling.

 

“You know, I think it really wasn’t Chris’s fault, I mean, he just didn’t know!” Jonny stopped and looked at me, his eyes gleaming with insecurity.

Here we go again, I thought. It was that damn old story.

 

***

 

Eight months ago, Jonny told me so, Chris was hanging out in a bar somewhere in London, and there was also Will’s wife, Beatrice. Not that you think there was something going on between Chris and her, she just wanted to have a chat with ‘the nice pal’. After they both met in the bar, they talked about the band and future and everything women like to talk about. Chris left her alone for a moment to go to the toilet. He already had a few drinks, but not the hard stuff, just to be more unbiased while talking.

When he went back to his place, Beatrice was still there, but she stood up and told him, that she was tired and wanted to get the next cab for driving home.

Chris was already drunk and if he wouldn’t have been, he would have driven her home, of course.

 

In the end it turned out that she didn’t drive with a cab, but with her own car and Chris didn’t notice. So she drove home, well…

She wanted to, but never arrived.

She crashed into another car, into a truck to be honest, and she suffered severe injuries. Her car turned over for several times, crashed into a beam barrier and started to burn.

Since then she’s in a coma, and the doctors said that there’s only a little chance that she will wake up.

 

We tried everything to cheer up Will, and I mean really everything, but since this accident he’s oftentimes angry, tetchy and has a burning anger at Chris, because he’s convinced that Chris could have stopped her from driving home.

Which is ridiculous, since he didn’t know that she drove home by herself.

 

Every time Will got angry at Chris, I tried to calm him down and convinced him, that is was nobody’s fault that Beatrice got into that crash, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

***

 

“Of course it’s not Chris’ fault! What did you make think that I wasn’t clear about that?” I retorted.

 

“Dunno, I just, I’m worried about us, I don’t know how to handle all this shit! I don’t want that our friendship breaks up!”

His glance went from my eyes up to the ceiling, then back to ground, wide and chaotic, trying to handle this awkward situation.

 

“God Jonny, Will is a grown man, soon enough he’s finally going to see that it was nobody‘s fault. We will be friends forever, even in hard times, okay? Now stop this anxiety, you sound almost like Chris god dammit!” I punched him softly into his side and finally a little smile appeared on his face.

 

“Let’s catch up with Chris and Will, this place gets a little bit boring.” Jonny said with his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. Kicking a nearby metal frame, he continued walking to the big door at the end of the hall. I followed him silently.

 

 

 

That's SO good!!!!!

Can't wait for more!!! :D:D

Why are you laughin about being in russia? :P

 

 

 

heeeeeeeeheheheheheheh :evilgrin:

 

BUAHAHAHAHAHA. :evil:

OMG these fanfics are all so fantastic! I'm saving them like a maniac, because I don't want such a disaster of dissappearing fanfics like witch the old Livejournal :uhoh:

 

So, after a loooooong long time of not posting any new fanfics, I thought it might be time to sit down in front of my PC and start writing again! :D

 

So here it is, a new story :)

 

 

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

Rating: NC-17 (violence, language, angst etc.)

Genre: Drama/angst

Time line: The story takes place today, but the relationships are different.

 

 

Prologue

Guy's POV

 

Sometimes you think the world hates you. Then you say:

‘Well, everything’s gonna be okay, right?”

But afterwards you see, that this is just a lie you’re repeating over and over again to yourself to keep you away from suicide.

 

I gave up, a long time ago, and as you can see, I’m still alive. The story I’m going to tell you now is… hmm… how can I explain it,

I think this one word here is the best I can manage so far:

 

Hope.

 

There’s always hope, even if everyone you love is dead, everything’s burned to ground and there is a third world war, there’s still hope. Positive things. Light. The air you’re breathing. Just the fact that you’re alive.

Then you ask yourself:

“Why am I still alive? I can’t take it anymore, what’s the meaning of all this?”

I’ve been through this, and I tell you, it’s just a phase you are going through, and it passes by.

The world doesn’t hate you. It doesn’t even care about you, you and your life and your friends and family. The world is just a huge playground, people appear and play on it, and they disappear to make space for other ones. Things come and go.

That’s it.

That’s the sense of life.

If you don’t accept it, then fine. I don’t care, nobody cares!

 

So why am I telling this?

I’m saying this to explain why I’m still alive after this, and with ‘this’ I mean my story.

 

 

Chapter one

Guy's POV

 

We were visiting a big abandon hall somewhere in Europe, I think it was Russia, but I’m not quite sure anymore. We went so far away from our hometown to get some new inspirations for the next record. You know, old cities, the story of its people and everything is quite fascinating sometimes, and you get tons of creative ideas for new songs.

 

However, we went to this big hall which looked like an old factory building. There were huge doors and windows and giant machines and everything, pretty cool if you ask me.

Jon and I were walking around, and that fool always stumbled over old and rusty stuff on the ground because he kept staring at the ceiling.

 

“You know, I think it really wasn’t Chris’s fault, I mean, he just didn’t know!” Jonny stopped and looked at me, his eyes gleaming with insecurity.

Here we go again, I thought. It was that damn old story.

 

***

 

Eight months ago, Jonny told me so, Chris was hanging out in a bar somewhere in London, and there was also Will’s wife, Beatrice. Not that you think there was something going on between Chris and her, she just wanted to have a chat with ‘the nice pal’. After they both met in the bar, they talked about the band and future and everything women like to talk about. Chris left her alone for a moment to go to the toilet. He already had a few drinks, but not the hard stuff, just to be more unbiased while talking.

When he went back to his place, Beatrice was still there, but she stood up and told him, that she was tired and wanted to get the next cab for driving home.

Chris was already drunk and if he wouldn’t have been, he would have driven her home, of course.

 

In the end it turned out that she didn’t drive with a cab, but with her own car and Chris didn’t notice. So she drove home, well…

She wanted to, but never arrived.

She crashed into another car, into a truck to be honest, and she suffered severe injuries. Her car turned over for several times, crashed into a beam barrier and started to burn.

Since then she’s in a coma, and the doctors said that there’s only a little chance that she will wake up.

 

We tried everything to cheer up Will, and I mean really everything, but since this accident he’s oftentimes angry, tetchy and has a burning anger at Chris, because he’s convinced that Chris could have stopped her from driving home.

Which is ridiculous, since he didn’t know that she drove home by herself.

 

Every time Will got angry at Chris, I tried to calm him down and convinced him, that is was nobody’s fault that Beatrice got into that crash, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

***

 

“Of course it’s not Chris’ fault! What did you make think that I wasn’t clear about that?” I retorted.

 

“Dunno, I just, I’m worried about us, I don’t know how to handle all this shit! I don’t want that our friendship breaks up!”

His glance went from my eyes up to the ceiling, then back to ground, wide and chaotic, trying to handle this awkward situation.

 

“God Jonny, Will is a grown man, soon enough he’s finally going to see that it was nobody‘s fault. We will be friends forever, even in hard times, okay? Now stop this anxiety, you sound almost like Chris god dammit!” I punched him softly into his side and finally a little smile appeared on his face.

 

“Let’s catch up with Chris and Will, this place gets a little bit boring.” Jonny said with his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. Kicking a nearby metal frame, he continued walking to the big door at the end of the hall. I followed him silently.

 

 

 

 

drama? :wideeyed: angst? :wideeyed:

Now all the angst fans are coming out of there holes, hilarious! :lol:

drama? :wideeyed: angst? :wideeyed:

+1

Luv it!

Why are you laughin about being in russia? :P

 

 

 

heeeeeeeeheheheheheheh :evilgrin:

 

i have nothing against russia, it just made it sound like russia's in europe...it's not, right? :thinking:

Part of Russia is in Europe, part of it's in Asia. :P

 

 

 

 

 

I think.

 

Well it's a giant country, let's say, the story takes place somewhere in the south :lol:

 

Yeah of course not the whole country is in Europe, I think Kyra is right :nice:

just a little part of russia is in europe. The most of it belongs to asia.

 

I'm 98% sure.

i always thought russia was it's own continent :thinking:

 

god, i AM stoopid...its my eighth grade edumacation working for me there

Hi everyone :)

 

I needed a small break from my studying and therfore translated a short part of one of my Coldplay fancitions. Just for fun. Let me know what you think about it. I would like to know your opinions.

 

This is just a test - I never wrote a story in English before therefore: Behold the poor grammar! ;)

 

 

 

 

Title: I miss you (this is the original title and won't make much sense just yet but I was to lazy to think of something new :rolleyes: )

 

It was good to have a break for a few days that was for sure.

 

After they had been forced to do a concert every single night during the last seven days as they had to make up the three dates they had missed because of quite a nasty cold Chris had caught a month ago, the three day break without performing on stage or giving interviews seemed like a blessing.

 

Chris was humming along a song he got the idea for just a few hours ago, on their way to their last concert, while he was in small kitchen of their hotel room and waiting for the popcorn in the microwave to finally finish. He could hear Will and Jonny fooling around from next door while Guy was probably still trying to get the DVD-player to work again. The stubborn thing wouldn’t let them watch the Scrubs DVD Will got from somewhere in Denver during their stay there last week.

 

“Chris, what are you doing? The popcorns are taking ages! You don’t have to put them one by one in the microwave! I am sure they have no problem with popping together!”, called Jonny and hardly three seconds later the mini-living-dining-room which belonged to their small suite was filled with cheerful laughter.

 

They inhabited a six-room suite somewhere in Moscow and would stay there for the next few days before they would have their final concert in Novosibirsk and after that leaving Russia again to move on to Central Asia.

 

It was a nice suite, not very big but comfortable and Chris preferred it anyway when he and the others where closer together as long as they were in a foreign country. They had all their own bedrooms but had to share the bathroom, kitchen and that quite small combination of living- and dinner-room in which they would probably spent most of their time when they were not out exploring the city.

 

„Jonny, watch your mouth or Chris won’t let you have any popcorn.“, threatened an audible amused Will and a moment later you could hear Jonny’s overly dramatic and aghast gasping. “Never, Champion!!! Chris likes me one thousand times more than you!!!”, declared the guitarist confident and thus made Chris smile and roll his eyes while he started to search the kitchen cabinet for something he could use as a bowl for the popcorn.

 

“You hear that, Chris?! Jonny is lying again!!! Tell him that he mustn’t do that!”, called Will while he was noticeable fighting not to laugh. Guy’s voice then too joined in:” Yeah, tell Jonny that he therefore will went to hell where one hundred trillion paparazzi are just waiting to take bad pictures of and write stupid stories about him which they can print in their rags afterwards.”

 

A horror-stricken “NOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH” followed from Jonny and the three men next door burst out laughing again while a smiling Chris finally found a bowl he looked for. Not a minute later the microwave beeped.

 

“At last…”, mumbled Chris and had to grin about the following cheering of his friend who of course heard the microwave as well.

 

„Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn,…“, chanted the man which caused Chris to roll his eyes again at his friends’ hyper behavior as he put the Popcorn in the white ceramic bowl which actual using was probably for salad. He himself was more tired than anything else but he could hardly have said no to the suggested video night as they had spent as good as no time together apart from the concerts and practicing and seemingly never ending interviews.

 

//I am just glad that they seem to have calm down and made peace again. I really don’t care if they don’t want to talk about the reason for their stupid fight but they can’t allow themselves a show again like they did in Prague.//, thought Chris with darkening mood while he was thinking back to the evening two weeks ago when Will and Guy - during a short break of their show, which he had used to use the bathroom - had really started a damn brawl.

 

They were lucky enough that they were background and their fans weren’t able to see anything from the fight itself but Will’s split lip or Guy’s black eye were hardly to oversee when they had to went on stage again.

 

The next morning the newspapers overdid themselves with stupid and annoying rumors about their supposedly soon coming splitting and that they would end Coldplay as soon as their actual tour was over and so on and so on. Their reasoning for the fight between Guy and Will were ridiculous at best. Some thought that they just had had some problems with their egos, other thought it was a disagreement about the way they shared their earnings and then there were the idiots who of course had to find the reason in their marriages and claim that Will and Guy slept with each other’s wife or shit like that. Chris hated newspaper. He really did.

 

The lead singer could simple not understand how his friends could have kicked the show with their feet like that. He had tried to talk with them about it but both had just answered with stubborn silence and grudging shrugs. Jonny didn’t know the reason either or at least he told him so although Chris was quite sure that his best friend was lying to him seeing that he never had problems with meeting his eyes when he told him the truth before like he did back then.

 

„Chris!!! Come on! We are straveing!!!“, went Jonny on pestering Chris who sighed more amused than annoyed about the bothersome behavior of this friend as he filled the bowl with the steaming hot popcorns. When the pack of popcorn was empty he threw it in the garbage can, took the bowl and made his way to the other men next door.

 

Jonny and Will had seated themselves on the big dark blue couch which seemed to be quite cozy while Guy made himself comfortable not far from them on a pillow on the ground. Chris had to smile.

 

“You lot are doing as if we hadn’t just quite a few snacks on our way back.”, berated Chris with a playful stern expression while he went around the couch.

 

“Oh, come on, Chis! After all we are hardworking men and it isn’t as if we can dissapoint our fans by straving to thin beanpoles! We have to look good for them so you can’t deny us our hard owned food!”, agured Guy grinning and reached out for a handful of popcorn when Chris sat down and the bowl came within his grasp.

 

„Hey! Not fair! Chris, Guy didn’t way till we all could have some!“, whined Jonny and kicked Guy playfully against his left thigh. Guy then turned himself around to Chris – who had to fight really hard not the spread his handful of popcorn he just grasp over the couch because of his laughing - while pointing a finger accusingly at Jonny:” Chris!!! Jonny kicked me!!! Tell him that he can’t watch Scrubs with us now and that he has to go to his room!!! Tell him that he can’t have any popcorn for the next month! Tell him that he has to do all the Interviews by himself from now on!!!”

 

„Hey!“, objected Jonny laughing:“ Isn’t that a little bit harsh, Guy?“

 

„Quiet now, kids, or no one of you will get any popcorn and you all have to go to bed without an episode of Scrups.”, reproved Chris - who caught is composure again – his friends and burst out laughing again as he saw the exaggerated appalled and sheepish faces of them the next moment.

 

„Jesus, guys, what ist he matter with you? Did they mix alcohol into your drinks without us noticing it?”, asked Chris after his laughing ebbed to giggling and he shook his head with a sigh:” Sometime I really feel like the only grown up within a group of kids.”

 

„Oh, come on, I have to object that, Chris. You can’t seriously claim that I am as bad as them can you?”, argued Will scandalized and burst out laughing as both Jonny and Guy hit him playfully for that.

 

“You are right, Will, how inconsiderate of me. Let me try again: I feel like I am the only grown up within a bunch of two children and an insubordinate teenager.”, reverse Chris his former words and screeched a piercing, girly-like scream in the next moment as Will jabbed his side playfully. Following Chris bright red face no one could contain their laugh any longer and the singer just grumbled something about “mean dumb heads”.

 

„Come on people, let us see if Guy’s till now unknown skills with stubborn DVD-player worked out and we can watch Scrubs.”, suggested Jonny after they somewhat calmed down again and kicked once more lightly against Guy’s thigh who pushed his foot aside with an playfully angry look and went to work while mumbling something about philistine.

 

No five minute later they were following JD’s strange and funny antics while enjoying each other’s presence and this rare time for themselves.

 

TBC ?

 

 

haaa aww cool !! love it xx