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EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

CHAPTER 7

 

 

 

Keys. Big black keys. Smaller white keys. That’s all Chris saw in front of him. On a normal day, he saw a canvas, a haven, everything he ever wanted he saw in that piano. Today, it was just a piano.

His stomach growled a little too loudly, since he hadn’t eaten in the past day and a half. And he was up all night talking to Grace, so bags were forming under his eyes. Things got a little weird at moments, but not as weird as he wanted. Okay, now that sounds weird.

"Chris!" Guy yelled, throwing his pick at his nose.

Chris snapped out of his little bubble quite abruptly and stared at Guy, his face emotionless. Guy walked a few steps closer to Chris and leaned on the piano. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Guy said, oblivious to the past few months.

Will and Chris exchanged looks, and Will got off his stool. "He’s been pretty sick. Maybe we should do sound check tomorrow, before the show."

"But-"

Will’s big brown eyes bulged. "We’re doing it tomorrow. Now go get me some tea."

Jonny and Guy walked off stage, completely confused as to what was going on. Will sat down next to Chris at the piano as Chris’s blue eyes glared at the keys. It was like he thought if he stared at it long enough, it would turn into alcohol, or better yet, a noose so he could hang himself. "Chris." Will said softly. "What has been going on?"

"I just haven’t found the right moment." he snapped. "She’s still pretty upset about Michael."

Will took a few minutes to think. "Well, you know, if you look like this tomorrow night you’ll scare away the fans."

Chris giggled, making Will giggle a little. "I need to get it over with."

"Go." Will said, shooing him off the stage. "Go get her."

They got up and Chris jogged out of the stadium, down to his car. Where to go. Where to go. Where would she be at this time of day? He knew this. Think. Think.

Painting.

Chris pulled away from the stadium to her studio a few blocks down. When he got there, he saw a black Smart Car sitting in front of the door with a trail of paints leading from the car to the building. Oh yeah, she was there.

When he opened the door to her studio, the place looked completely different. Instead of plain white walls, she’d painted all the walls bright colors. Stripes, stars, flowers, everything. She was in the middle of the room, working on a very dark panting, that contrasted completely with the room. "Hi." he said softly. He felt five years old again.

Grace turned around, her denim overalls flying paint everywhere and smiled. "Hi!" She said happily, and looked around at her walls. "You like it?’

He nodded, feeling a little odd dressed in all black in such a bright room. "It’s beautiful."

She turned back to her painting. "I needed something bright, happy. After I went through all the stages, I changed. Depression, anger, hatred, and now…I’m mellow. As weird as it sounds. I needed a fresh start, ya know? I need something new, and completely different."

His stomach growled louder. "Yeah, yeah a fresh start." He was sweating. "So, is that painting supposed to be mellow?"

The two of them looked up at a woman angrily beating up a man who was obviously beating her too. She had scars on her face. Grace was silent for a few seconds. "It’s part of my anger." She smiled wryly. "So, what do ya need? I know you have a sound check this afternoon." Grace walked over to her collection of paint brushes on the counter.

"I’m crazy about you." Chris blurted out. "I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m in love with you."

 

 

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it's short, but it's here. :P

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

CHAPTER 7

 

 

 

Keys. Big black keys. Smaller white keys. That’s all Chris saw in front of him. On a normal day, he saw a canvas, a haven, everything he ever wanted he saw in that piano. Today, it was just a piano.

His stomach growled a little too loudly, since he hadn’t eaten in the past day and a half. And he was up all night talking to Grace, so bags were forming under his eyes. Things got a little weird at moments, but not as weird as he wanted. Okay, now that sounds weird.

"Chris!" Guy yelled, throwing his pick at his nose.

Chris snapped out of his little bubble quite abruptly and stared at Guy, his face emotionless. Guy walked a few steps closer to Chris and leaned on the piano. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Guy said, oblivious to the past few months.

Will and Chris exchanged looks, and Will got off his stool. "He’s been pretty sick. Maybe we should do sound check tomorrow, before the show."

"But-"

Will’s big brown eyes bulged. "We’re doing it tomorrow. Now go get me some tea."

Jonny and Guy walked off stage, completely confused as to what was going on. Will sat down next to Chris at the piano as Chris’s blue eyes glared at the keys. It was like he thought if he stared at it long enough, it would turn into alcohol, or better yet, a noose so he could hang himself. "Chris." Will said softly. "What has been going on?"

"I just haven’t found the right moment." he snapped. "She’s still pretty upset about Michael."

Will took a few minutes to think. "Well, you know, if you look like this tomorrow night you’ll scare away the fans."

Chris giggled, making Will giggle a little. "I need to get it over with."

"Go." Will said, shooing him off the stage. "Go get her."

They got up and Chris jogged out of the stadium, down to his car. Where to go. Where to go. Where would she be at this time of day? He knew this. Think. Think.

Painting.

Chris pulled away from the stadium to her studio a few blocks down. When he got there, he saw a black Smart Car sitting in front of the door with a trail of paints leading from the car to the building. Oh yeah, she was there.

When he opened the door to her studio, the place looked completely different. Instead of plain white walls, she’d painted all the walls bright colors. Stripes, stars, flowers, everything. She was in the middle of the room, working on a very dark panting, that contrasted completely with the room. "Hi." he said softly. He felt five years old again.

Grace turned around, her denim overalls flying paint everywhere and smiled. "Hi!" She said happily, and looked around at her walls. "You like it?’

He nodded, feeling a little odd dressed in all black in such a bright room. "It’s beautiful."

She turned back to her painting. "I needed something bright, happy. After I went through all the stages, I changed. Depression, anger, hatred, and now…I’m mellow. As weird as it sounds. I needed a fresh start, ya know? I need something new, and completely different."

His stomach growled louder. "Yeah, yeah a fresh start." He was sweating. "So, is that painting supposed to be mellow?"

The two of them looked up at a woman angrily beating up a man who was obviously beating her too. She had scars on her face. Grace was silent for a few seconds. "It’s part of my anger." She smiled wryly. "So, what do ya need? I know you have a sound check this afternoon." Grace walked over to her collection of paint brushes on the counter.

"I’m crazy about you." Chris blurted out. "I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m in love with you."

 

 

 

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EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

CHAPTER 8

 

 

 

 

Now five minutes, and Grace still couldn’t think of anything to say. If it was a joke, it was sick. But she knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice he used when he was so certain about something. Chris barely ever used that tone. Not even on Gwyn. Six minutes now. Come on, say something. Okay, turn around and face him first.

His eyes were wide, his hands were trembling. He looked at her as if she was a jewel and he was Indiana Jones. "You don’t have to say anything right now." Chris’s voice cracked. "Just tell me if you want me to go."

She scratched her head. It took a few breaths, but she eventually spoke. "Stay." Her voice was almost a whisper.

He smiled and took a step closer to her. They were about a foot away now. "Chris I," tears welled in her eyes. "I just can’t believe it took you this long. It’s been ten ye-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Chris put his hands around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Grace pulled back at first, but, it felt so right to her. She dropped her paint brushes and put her hands on her neck, shoving his tongue further down her throat. Chris couldn’t get enough of her. She was everything he’d dreamed of and more. They were like to puzzle pieces that somehow got on opposite sides of the puzzle, but were always meant to fit.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and they immediately pushed away from each other, wiping the sweat off their faces. "Oh Grace." Katie sung. "Time to go! Hey Chris, hope you don’t mind I take her off your hands. She promised to take me to this new Thai place for my birthday tonight, and we obviously need to get her a new dress. You’re soaked in paint half your life, Grace." She grabbed Grace by the arm, who was staring into Chris’s eyes as Katie pulled her out the door. "I’ll have her back by ten."

And just like that, Chris was left alone in Grace’s studio, completely in shock at how timing can be that bad.

 

 

 

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Something Worth Fighting For

Chapter two

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

 

I was wandering around in abandoned chamber together with Will. I kept staring at this weird construction standing next to a big wall.

 

“Do you know what the hell that is?”

 

“How shall I know? It wasn’t my idea to go to this shabby place.” A gruffly voice muttered from behind.

 

“Oh well, I just wanted test if your creative mind spares some useful answer!” I laughed and turned around to smile at him.

When I did so, I just saw him leaning against another wall, looking at me with his typical death stare.

 

“Common Will, don’t make such a face, soon enough we’ll leaving. And then we’re gonna have some awesome wodka party!” I laughed again, because immediately a mental picture of Guy being drunk and flirting with Russian chicks appeared in my mind.

 

“Stop talking bullshit and keep your weird thoughts to yourself Chris.” He huffed. He then pushed himself away from the wall and went to the only door to this room.

 

“Hey, we weren’t even in here for two minutes, and you already want to leave?”

 

“No, I’m not gonna leave. I’m just locking the door.”

 

My fingertips started to tingle. What was he going to do?

 

“…and?” I looked at him, nervously. He was never so cryptically like that, even if he was very angry at me.

 

“…and now I’m coming back to you, obviously. Without Jonny. And Guy. Or someone else who’s going to annoy me with ridiculously rules for behaviour when some idiot almost killed the love of your life. Now I’m finally alone with that prick who destroyed my life.”

 

He now turned around on his heels and stared directly into my eyes. And even in a distance of almost 50 foot I could this menacing sparkle in his eyes.

 

Shit.

 

“Will, please, let me explain!” I stammered.

 

“There’s nothing to explain. Only after this maybe, I have to explain why I did this to you. But I’m sure that they will understand…”

 

He started walking very slowly towards me. Slowly but steady.

Like a freight train. It starts slowly, but once it achieves its maximum speed, it’s unstoppable.

 

“Will, WILL! Why don’t you just accept that it was an accident, a freakin’ accident! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know that she drove by her own! Why can’t you just accept that it wasn’t anybody’s fault?! Please!!”

 

I walked back slowly, raising my hands to somehow calm him down, but also knowing that it wouldn’t stop that walking death machine.

 

“Now you’re gonna pay.” He said, and with that, he started running like a mad man, covered a distance of 45 foot in two seconds, finishing his sprint with both of his hands on my throat.

 

 

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Something Worth Fighting For

 

Chapter two

Chris’ POV

 

I was wandering around in abandoned chamber together with Will. I kept staring at this weird construction standing next to a big wall.

 

“Do you know what the hell that is?”

 

“How shall I know? It wasn’t my idea to go to this shabby place.” A gruffly voice muttered from behind.

 

“Oh well, I just wanted test if your creative mind spares some useful answer!” I laughed and turned around to smile at him.

When I did so, I just saw him leaning against another wall, looking at me with his typical death stare.

 

“Common Will, don’t make such a face, soon enough we’ll leaving. And then we’re gonna have some awesome wodka party!” I laughed again, because immediately a mental picture of Guy being drunk and flirting with Russian chicks appeared in my mind.

 

“Stop talking bullshit and keep your weird thoughts to yourself Chris.” He huffed. He then pushed himself away from the wall and went to the only door to this room.

 

“Hey, we weren’t even in here for two minutes, and you already want to leave?”

 

“No, I’m not gonna leave. I’m just locking the door.”

 

My fingertips started to tingle. What was he going to do?

 

“…and?” I looked at him, nervously. He was never so cryptically like that, even if he was very angry at me.

 

“…and now I’m coming back to you, obviously. Without Jonny. And Guy. Or someone else who’s going to annoy me with ridiculously rules for behaviour when some idiot almost killed the love of your life. Now I’m finally alone with that prick who destroyed my life.”

 

He now turned around on his heels and stared directly into my eyes. And even in a distance of almost 50 foot I could this menacing sparkle in his eyes.

 

Shit.

 

“Will, please, let me explain!” I stammered.

 

“There’s nothing to explain. Only after this maybe, I have to explain why I did this to you. But I’m sure that they will understand…”

 

He started walking very slowly towards me. Slowly but steady.

Like a freight train. It starts slowly, but once it achieves its maximum speed, it’s unstoppable.

 

“Will, WILL! Why don’t you just accept that it was an accident, a freakin’ accident! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know that she drove by her own! Why can’t you just accept that it wasn’t anybody’s fault?! Please!!”

 

I walked back slowly, raising my hands to somehow calm him down, but also knowing that it wouldn’t stop that walking death machine.

 

“Now you’re gonna pay.” He said, and with that, he started running like a mad man, covered a distance of 45 foot in two seconds, finishing his sprint with both of his hands on my throat.

 

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poor chrissy!! :bigcry:!!

 

but EXCELLENT writing and story!! :clap: :D:D

christina, i love your story!! :nice:

and thalia, i'm going to read yours right now. :escaping:

still working on chapter nine. and thanks, brooke! :D!