FINAL CHAPTER?!?!?!?!?!

 

NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

well, just post it anyways

:dance:

unce unce unce unce

OMG YAYAYYYYY! hurry I want to read it :dance:

FINAL???

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CHRISTINA POST IT ALREADY!!!!!!!!

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EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

 

THE FINAL CHAPTER!

 

 

 

Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. That was life for Chris now. Miserable, boring, and repeated every day. He still performed for his fans, who he wouldn’t let down if he had a knife in his back, which he felt like he did. His eyes sagged, his hair grew, and he always looked tired. Barely ate, barely slept, barely talked to any of the other guys, who just prayed Grace would give him a final answer. It’d been a month already. They just wanted their friend back.

One night, before a concert in London, Chris was feeling especially miserable so he grabbed a tiny vodka bottle out of the dressing room refrigerator. While one of the Roadies, Matt or something like that, was rambling on, something about becoming ordained, Chris plopped down on the couch and tried to pull his black pants up, which were practically falling off his skeleton-like body, when he noticed Guy staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "This isn’t a free show." He tried to joke.

"Grace is here." Guy said with excitement in his voice.

Chris shot of his chair, the vodka dropping to the ground. "What? When? Where? Here?"

Will walked up behind him. "We don’t know. Phil was walking in and he saw her waiting for the front gates to open. She looked really excited." He tried to make Chris excited.

Chris paced the floor. "So, she’s going to be in the audience?"

They nodded in unison. Chris pushed past them, to the bathroom mirror and what he saw made him jump out of his skin. His skin was as white as paper. His eyes were glassy, which he didn’t know if it was from the vodka or the excitement. His hair was all over the place. Chris washed his face off and smacked some of the color back into his cheeks. Better, still not good. He took a comb to his hair for the first time in weeks. Almost there. There was still something missing.

"Chris, time to go." Jonny called.

He walked out of the bathroom with more confidence he’d felt in the longest time. Where is she? Was all he could think. The crowd was roaring, the floor was vibrating. Jonny lit their sparklers and out they went. Chris, for the first time in months was the first to run out. He felt like this was his first time on stage, since he was so disappointed to see the place completely black. In My Place, he thought. It lights up at In My Place. Just a few songs.

Life In Technicolor went great. Chris danced, joked, and felt something in the room. It was a sort of energy that had left him. Left him ever since she left. Violet Hill, Clocks, 42, finally In My Place. Every time they got to the chorus the entire stadium lit up, and thousands of new faces were smiling at them. Chris searched frantically for her. First chorus, nothing. Second, still nothing. Then on the third chorus he noticed a face in the front row that looked eerily familiar. He looked straight into Grace’s eyes. She was smiling up at him as if he was one million dollars, with tears welling in her eyes. She hadn’t changed one bit, ever since that night he climbed into bed with her by mistake.

Chris sort of froze for a few seconds. She knew why he didn’t sing a few words of the song. Their eyes couldn’t part. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and her hair had gotten so long and wavy. She looked beautiful.

Finally, Grace waved him to finish the rest of the song, and he snapped out of his little bubble, feeling like himself again. His hair didn’t feel that long, his eyes didn’t feel that tired. He was back.

The concert ended, the crowd was going wild. Grace, still clapping in the front row. Chris didn’t take his eyes off her as they bowed. Just smiling at each other, making each other giggle for no apparent reason. The boys smiled, waved, and Chris mouthed for Grace to meet him backstage. She nodded in agreement.

He ran back, told Will to tell her to meet her in the back of the venue, and waited impatiently. It was cold, it was dark, and it was silent. Then the giant back door screeched open, light poured through and Grace stepped outside. His heart fluttered. It’d never felt this way when he looked at anyone before. She rubbed her arms to try to keep warm and took a step closer. "Hi." She whispered, a grin painted on her face.

"Hi." Chris’s voice was shaking.

Does she say the next thing? Do I? Shit. This isn’t awkward at all. "I’m sorry." Chris finally said.

Grace didn’t take her eyes off him.

"I’m sorry about everything, I’m sorry about the way I told you, I-"

Grace stopped him in the middle of his sentence by walking quite quickly towards him and pressing her lips against his. Now Chris was the one who was slightly taken back at first, then gladly lifted her up and kissed her so passionately, spinning her in circles. She was so soft, so gentle, and she took her time. Grace unfortunately pulled back, ran her fingers through his long hair and whispered "Don’t be sorry." before she kissed him again. He loved the way she tasted. The way she’d gently rub his neck, the way she’d giggle when he lowered his hands. A few minutes later they pulled back from each other, just smiling into each other’s eyes. "Don’t you want to know where I’ve been?" Grace asked.

"No." Chris whispered.

"So, what do we do now?" She asked, linking her fingers in his. "Confessing our love for each other and all."

Chris looked down at her white dress, and back up inter her hazel eyes. "Well…" his voice was high.

She looked down at herself, and back up at him, then chuckled. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding."

Before they knew it, Chris and Grace were standing in front of Matt hand in hand. "Can I help you?" he said slowly, pushing up his glasses.

Chris grinned from ear to ear. "Aren’t you an ordained minister, Matthew?"

 

 

 

hope you enjoyed it!! i know i did!! :wacky:!!

 

i'll post the complete series eventually. :D!!

awwww! great ending, christina!! :nice:

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

 

THE FINAL CHAPTER!

 

 

 

Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. That was life for Chris now. Miserable, boring, and repeated every day. He still performed for his fans, who he wouldn’t let down if he had a knife in his back, which he felt like he did. His eyes sagged, his hair grew, and he always looked tired. Barely ate, barely slept, barely talked to any of the other guys, who just prayed Grace would give him a final answer. It’d been a month already. They just wanted their friend back.

One night, before a concert in London, Chris was feeling especially miserable so he grabbed a tiny vodka bottle out of the dressing room refrigerator. While one of the Roadies, Matt or something like that, was rambling on, something about becoming ordained, Chris plopped down on the couch and tried to pull his black pants up, which were practically falling off his skeleton-like body, when he noticed Guy staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "This isn’t a free show." He tried to joke.

"Grace is here." Guy said with excitement in his voice.

Chris shot of his chair, the vodka dropping to the ground. "What? When? Where? Here?"

Will walked up behind him. "We don’t know. Phil was walking in and he saw her waiting for the front gates to open. She looked really excited." He tried to make Chris excited.

Chris paced the floor. "So, she’s going to be in the audience?"

They nodded in unison. Chris pushed past them, to the bathroom mirror and what he saw made him jump out of his skin. His skin was as white as paper. His eyes were glassy, which he didn’t know if it was from the vodka or the excitement. His hair was all over the place. Chris washed his face off and smacked some of the color back into his cheeks. Better, still not good. He took a comb to his hair for the first time in weeks. Almost there. There was still something missing.

"Chris, time to go." Jonny called.

He walked out of the bathroom with more confidence he’d felt in the longest time. Where is she? Was all he could think. The crowd was roaring, the floor was vibrating. Jonny lit their sparklers and out they went. Chris, for the first time in months was the first to run out. He felt like this was his first time on stage, since he was so disappointed to see the place completely black. In My Place, he thought. It lights up at In My Place. Just a few songs.

Life In Technicolor went great. Chris danced, joked, and felt something in the room. It was a sort of energy that had left him. Left him ever since she left. Violet Hill, Clocks, 42, finally In My Place. Every time they got to the chorus the entire stadium lit up, and thousands of new faces were smiling at them. Chris searched frantically for her. First chorus, nothing. Second, still nothing. Then on the third chorus he noticed a face in the front row that looked eerily familiar. He looked straight into Grace’s eyes. She was smiling up at him as if he was one million dollars, with tears welling in her eyes. She hadn’t changed one bit, ever since that night he climbed into bed with her by mistake.

Chris sort of froze for a few seconds. She knew why he didn’t sing a few words of the song. Their eyes couldn’t part. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and her hair had gotten so long and wavy. She looked beautiful.

Finally, Grace waved him to finish the rest of the song, and he snapped out of his little bubble, feeling like himself again. His hair didn’t feel that long, his eyes didn’t feel that tired. He was back.

The concert ended, the crowd was going wild. Grace, still clapping in the front row. Chris didn’t take his eyes off her as they bowed. Just smiling at each other, making each other giggle for no apparent reason. The boys smiled, waved, and Chris mouthed for Grace to meet him backstage. She nodded in agreement.

He ran back, told Will to tell her to meet her in the back of the venue, and waited impatiently. It was cold, it was dark, and it was silent. Then the giant back door screeched open, light poured through and Grace stepped outside. His heart fluttered. It’d never felt this way when he looked at anyone before. She rubbed her arms to try to keep warm and took a step closer. "Hi." She whispered, a grin painted on her face.

"Hi." Chris’s voice was shaking.

Does she say the next thing? Do I? Shit. This isn’t awkward at all. "I’m sorry." Chris finally said.

Grace didn’t take her eyes off him.

"I’m sorry about everything, I’m sorry about the way I told you, I-"

Grace stopped him in the middle of his sentence by walking quite quickly towards him and pressing her lips against his. Now Chris was the one who was slightly taken back at first, then gladly lifted her up and kissed her so passionately, spinning her in circles. She was so soft, so gentle, and she took her time. Grace unfortunately pulled back, ran her fingers through his long hair and whispered "Don’t be sorry." before she kissed him again. He loved the way she tasted. The way she’d gently rub his neck, the way she’d giggle when he lowered his hands. A few minutes later they pulled back from each other, just smiling into each other’s eyes. "Don’t you want to know where I’ve been?" Grace asked.

"No." Chris whispered.

"So, what do we do now?" She asked, linking her fingers in his. "Confessing our love for each other and all."

Chris looked down at her white dress, and back up inter her hazel eyes. "Well…" his voice was high.

She looked down at herself, and back up at him, then chuckled. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding."

Before they knew it, Chris and Grace were standing in front of Matt hand in hand. "Can I help you?" he said slowly, pushing up his glasses.

Chris grinned from ear to ear. "Aren’t you an ordained minister, Matthew?"

 

 

 

hope you enjoyed it!! i know i did!! :wacky:!!

 

i'll post the complete series eventually. :D!!

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SOOOO good, christina!! REALLY.

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and i thank you!! -bows-.

 

 

-bows a second time-.

 

-bows a third time-.

 

-leaves stage-.

 

 

 

...:laugh4:!!!

Christina, that was another hit!!!! I loved the ending, well done!!!

*claps until the encore* :P

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thanks a bunch!

 

 

i've got some ideas blending. be patient!! it's probably gonna be here soon anyways, since, i love writing fanfics. :wacky::D!!

AHHH! LOVED IT!!! IT WAS GREAT!!

thank you thank you thank you!! :D!!

and i thank you!! -bows-.

 

 

-bows a second time-.

 

-bows a third time-.

 

-leaves stage-.

 

 

 

...:laugh4:!!!

*claps until the encore* :P

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EUTS was fantastic!! Thank you!!!!! :kiss:

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WHERE HAS SHE BEEN??? :thinking: :lol:

 

 

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

 

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Thank you it was lovely :)

Alright, folks. Here is the final chapter (besides epilogue which will come eventually)! :D

 

Schoolboys

 

 

 

Will’s POV

 

It took me little more than ten minutes to get all my things ready. My mum was calling me from downstairs; apparently, everyone else was ready. I threw my toothbrush and toothpaste on top of my clothes and shut the suitcase. It didn’t close at first, but it finally relented after a few punches. I shut off the lights in my room and took off down the stairs. Jonny was hovering at the base, his arms crossed. This whole plan is flawed, I thought. It involved lots of unnecessary truth-stretching. Jonny and Chris had to tag along with us, because Guy was under the impression we were all going together.

 

I slapped Jonny on the back before grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. My dad appeared out of nowhere and plucked it from my hands. “Come on, Will. No time.”

 

I scowled, but didn’t argue. “Alright...Jonny, ready?”

 

“Yeah, yeah.”

 

“Where’s Chris?”

 

“Playing with the birdbath.”

 

“Guy?”

 

“Going after Chris. He noticed we didn’t have luggage.”

 

“Well, he had to find out sooner or later.”

 

“You ready, boys?” my dad interjected.

 

“Yeah, let’s go.” I led the way out the door into the cool sunshine. I tugged the sleeves of my jacket down as I scanned the sidewalk. Chris and Guy were both in the van, and by the looks of it, Guy had the taller boy pinned against one of the seats.

 

I pulled the door open, and Guy glanced over at me quickly. “Is it time already?”

 

“Train leaves at ten thirty.”

 

“Are Chris and Jonny going?” he asked. He tightened his hold on Chris’s wrist, earning a squeak of pain.

 

“Let go of me, you little...!” Chris held his tongue, realizing my mum and dad were standing a few feet away. Finally, to my amusement, Chris used his height as an advantage and wormed out of Guy’s hold. He smacked the other kid around the head and laughed. Guy crossed his arms and ignored him as Jonny climbed over his lap to sit between the quarreling pair. I squeezed into the back, alone. Figures.

 

“You’re going to have a great time, Guy.” assured my mother. “Don’t worry about a thing, okay honey?” I watched the back of Guy’s head as he looked up and nodded. Chris leaned back and rested against the back of the seat.

 

“Take care of him, Will.” he muttered, his eyes bright and teasing. I chuckled as Guy spun around accusingly.

 

“So you’re not going, then!”

 

“Well, you figured it out.”

 

“Boys, calm down...it’s a bit of a drive.”

 

..........

 

One agonizing hour later, we’d finally reached the train station. Jonny climbed over Chris to get out first, rubbing his head. Because my parents had been in the car, there had been no arguing or loud swearing. However, it had been a ridiculously dull drive, which was made more irritating by Chris’s singing halfway through. He didn’t have a bad voice, in fact it was quite delightful, but his choice in songs was atrocious. I had pulled my hood over my eyes and groaned every five minutes, and Guy resorted to thumping his head silently against the window. Jonny had just sat there, his lips pursed and a sour look on his face. But my parents didn’t seem to mind.

 

I pulled my bag back over my shoulder and yawned as I waited for my mum to dig out the tickets. I felt sorry for Guy...I wished we hadn’t covered up the truth like we did. He looked lost as he watched her; nervous even. He looked up at me for a moment; his eyes wide like a fawn’s. I shrugged apologetically, but he’d already covered up his vulnerable look as if it had never crossed his features.

 

“So, where are we going?” Guy asked as he looked from person to person. My dad smiled, and Chris shrugged. He looked at Jonny, who shook his head with a grin. My mum also kept her mouth shut, so Guy looked at me. I moved up to him and wrapped my arm tightly around his shoulders.

 

“Come on, let’s show him.”

 

“Alright. We have some time, Will, so meet us by the McDonald’s, okay?”

 

“Yeah.” I answered, not really listening. “Come on.” Chris and Jonny trailed behind us as I walked with Guy. We passed lots of people and quite a few tracks before I finally spotted the right one.

 

“So wha--hey!” Guy yelped suddenly. I turned to see what had happened. Chris had sneaked up behind him and wrapped his long fingers around Guy’s face, covering his eyes. Guy skidded to a halt, not trusting Chris to lead him safely. “Bugger off!”

 

“We’re almost there.”

 

“I can’t see...!”

 

I met gazes with Chris, and we shared a smile. I was a bit nervous about how Guy would react to the word ‘EDINBURGH’, but I hoped he would be happy; I really did. “Okay, mate, take a look.” Chris proudly took a step back, and Guy blinked vigorously to clear his vision. He swept some hair out of his eyes and looked up at the sign above the tracks. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, revealing the tips of his teeth. His brows knotted as he looked at me, pointing limply to the sign. I nodded, biting my lip. I was nervous he would freak out or something.

 

“What...but...you...Oh, Christ...” he laughed in amazement, and his mouth formed a shocked grin. “Thank you.” He said it as if I had just returned to him his most prized possession. Guy sheepishly leaned over to me and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him in return, giving him a few solid pats on the back. Thank God. I let out a breath I’d been unconsciously holding, and fresh enthusiasm bubbled up inside me.

 

“It was actually Chris’s idea.” I said, tilting my head in my other friend’s direction. Chris shook his head in horrified protest, and I laughed. Guy looked up apprehensively, as if asking if that was the truth. I nodded.

 

“Thanks so much for making room for me, Will.” Guy muttered as he let go of me. He turned back around, and Chris blushed a bit.

 

The events which unfolded next were astonishing. Guy, leaving my side, walked up to Chris. He stood there for a moment, looking as if he wanted to touch something with a large do-not-touch sign next to it. Then he muttered something inaudible before throwing his arms around the taller boy and hugging him fiercely. Chris was knocked back a step, but it still took him a good five seconds to react. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them, and Jonny looked stunned. Guy simply continued holding Chris, who looked as if he’d just been punched in the stomach--and thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a very strange expression...half pain, half joy.

 

Finally, Guy saw fit to let go. Chris stood frozen to the spot, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “I...”

 

“Thanks, Chris. I’m really...grateful.” Guy smiled earnestly, but the look in his eyes was guilty. “And I’m sorry I was such a dick to you before. You never deserved it. I’ve just been really off the past few weeks and...” he trailed off, shrugging. “Thanks.”

 

Chris nodded. “I’m always a wreck. You learn to live with it.” he said, smiling slightly. “Teenage angst.”

 

“Angst?” Guy repeated, laughing shakily. “You sound like a school counselor.”

 

“I am the school counselor.” joked Chris, rubbing his arm self-consciously. Guy grinned slightly, staring at his sneakers.

 

..........

 

Chris’s POV

 

I sat with Jonny in my parents’ car, resting my head against the window. He was flipping through a magazine, pointing out little things to me that caught his interest. I would grin and nod absent-mindedly, my thoughts a few miles away. I wondered what Guy and Will were doing now; if either of them was leaning their heads against the window of the train. I wondered what they would do in Edinburgh...if Guy had any relatives he could visit. I wasn’t sure, because the truth was that I didn’t know much about the little dark-haired kid. Hell, I didn’t know that much about Will Champion, either.

 

I jumped suddenly as Jonny poked me in the ribs. “Hey.”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop zoning out.”

 

“I wasn’t.”

 

Jonny rolled his eyes. Of course I had been zoning out, but I didn’t need to admit it. I had been thinking about what was going to happen when school began again after Christmas.

 

I had decided that Guy, Will and I would become friends. Not just boys who sat at the lunch table together, but real friends. The kind who stick by you even when you do something wrong. We would stick together; Jonny, Will, Guy, and me...even if only until the end of our time as schoolboys.

 

 

AHHHHHH! LOVED IT!! AMAZING! :D

Very good! :wacky:

 

I just posted mine in the LJ community, but I'll post it here too.

 

It's from Chris' point of view.

 

 

 

4 am and the house is dead quiet. Each of the five floors of this London home are silent, besides the distant ticking of a clock. Sleep seems unreachable. Moving ever further away. A melody begins in my head. I keep my eyes shut, hoping that it will fade, but the melody continues and elaborates. I kick away my sheets in frustration, and stumble from my bedroom, sleepy and defeated. There is a constant buzz within me to create. This melody will be screaming inside of me until I release it. So I sit down at my piano… and begin.

 

 

Nice job with the challenge Lauren :nice:, I'd say this is a pretty accurate depiction of Chris and his never-ending creative flow.

 

 

 

EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

 

THE FINAL CHAPTER!

 

 

 

Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. Soundcheck. Concert. Sleep. That was life for Chris now. Miserable, boring, and repeated every day. He still performed for his fans, who he wouldn’t let down if he had a knife in his back, which he felt like he did. His eyes sagged, his hair grew, and he always looked tired. Barely ate, barely slept, barely talked to any of the other guys, who just prayed Grace would give him a final answer. It’d been a month already. They just wanted their friend back.

One night, before a concert in London, Chris was feeling especially miserable so he grabbed a tiny vodka bottle out of the dressing room refrigerator. While one of the Roadies, Matt or something like that, was rambling on, something about becoming ordained, Chris plopped down on the couch and tried to pull his black pants up, which were practically falling off his skeleton-like body, when he noticed Guy staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "This isn’t a free show." He tried to joke.

"Grace is here." Guy said with excitement in his voice.

Chris shot of his chair, the vodka dropping to the ground. "What? When? Where? Here?"

Will walked up behind him. "We don’t know. Phil was walking in and he saw her waiting for the front gates to open. She looked really excited." He tried to make Chris excited.

Chris paced the floor. "So, she’s going to be in the audience?"

They nodded in unison. Chris pushed past them, to the bathroom mirror and what he saw made him jump out of his skin. His skin was as white as paper. His eyes were glassy, which he didn’t know if it was from the vodka or the excitement. His hair was all over the place. Chris washed his face off and smacked some of the color back into his cheeks. Better, still not good. He took a comb to his hair for the first time in weeks. Almost there. There was still something missing.

"Chris, time to go." Jonny called.

He walked out of the bathroom with more confidence he’d felt in the longest time. Where is she? Was all he could think. The crowd was roaring, the floor was vibrating. Jonny lit their sparklers and out they went. Chris, for the first time in months was the first to run out. He felt like this was his first time on stage, since he was so disappointed to see the place completely black. In My Place, he thought. It lights up at In My Place. Just a few songs.

Life In Technicolor went great. Chris danced, joked, and felt something in the room. It was a sort of energy that had left him. Left him ever since she left. Violet Hill, Clocks, 42, finally In My Place. Every time they got to the chorus the entire stadium lit up, and thousands of new faces were smiling at them. Chris searched frantically for her. First chorus, nothing. Second, still nothing. Then on the third chorus he noticed a face in the front row that looked eerily familiar. He looked straight into Grace’s eyes. She was smiling up at him as if he was one million dollars, with tears welling in her eyes. She hadn’t changed one bit, ever since that night he climbed into bed with her by mistake.

Chris sort of froze for a few seconds. She knew why he didn’t sing a few words of the song. Their eyes couldn’t part. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and her hair had gotten so long and wavy. She looked beautiful.

Finally, Grace waved him to finish the rest of the song, and he snapped out of his little bubble, feeling like himself again. His hair didn’t feel that long, his eyes didn’t feel that tired. He was back.

The concert ended, the crowd was going wild. Grace, still clapping in the front row. Chris didn’t take his eyes off her as they bowed. Just smiling at each other, making each other giggle for no apparent reason. The boys smiled, waved, and Chris mouthed for Grace to meet him backstage. She nodded in agreement.

He ran back, told Will to tell her to meet her in the back of the venue, and waited impatiently. It was cold, it was dark, and it was silent. Then the giant back door screeched open, light poured through and Grace stepped outside. His heart fluttered. It’d never felt this way when he looked at anyone before. She rubbed her arms to try to keep warm and took a step closer. "Hi." She whispered, a grin painted on her face.

"Hi." Chris’s voice was shaking.

Does she say the next thing? Do I? Shit. This isn’t awkward at all. "I’m sorry." Chris finally said.

Grace didn’t take her eyes off him.

"I’m sorry about everything, I’m sorry about the way I told you, I-"

Grace stopped him in the middle of his sentence by walking quite quickly towards him and pressing her lips against his. Now Chris was the one who was slightly taken back at first, then gladly lifted her up and kissed her so passionately, spinning her in circles. She was so soft, so gentle, and she took her time. Grace unfortunately pulled back, ran her fingers through his long hair and whispered "Don’t be sorry." before she kissed him again. He loved the way she tasted. The way she’d gently rub his neck, the way she’d giggle when he lowered his hands. A few minutes later they pulled back from each other, just smiling into each other’s eyes. "Don’t you want to know where I’ve been?" Grace asked.

"No." Chris whispered.

"So, what do we do now?" She asked, linking her fingers in his. "Confessing our love for each other and all."

Chris looked down at her white dress, and back up inter her hazel eyes. "Well…" his voice was high.

She looked down at herself, and back up at him, then chuckled. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding."

Before they knew it, Chris and Grace were standing in front of Matt hand in hand. "Can I help you?" he said slowly, pushing up his glasses.

Chris grinned from ear to ear. "Aren’t you an ordained minister, Matthew?"

 

 

 

hope you enjoyed it!! i know i did!! :wacky:!!

 

i'll post the complete series eventually. :D!!

 

 

Loved it Christina! I'm glad that Chris and Grace got the happy ending they deserved :heart:

 

Alright, folks. Here is the final chapter (besides epilogue which will come eventually)! :D

 

Schoolboys

 

 

 

Will’s POV

 

It took me little more than ten minutes to get all my things ready. My mum was calling me from downstairs; apparently, everyone else was ready. I threw my toothbrush and toothpaste on top of my clothes and shut the suitcase. It didn’t close at first, but it finally relented after a few punches. I shut off the lights in my room and took off down the stairs. Jonny was hovering at the base, his arms crossed. This whole plan is flawed, I thought. It involved lots of unnecessary truth-stretching. Jonny and Chris had to tag along with us, because Guy was under the impression we were all going together.

 

I slapped Jonny on the back before grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. My dad appeared out of nowhere and plucked it from my hands. “Come on, Will. No time.”

 

I scowled, but didn’t argue. “Alright...Jonny, ready?”

 

“Yeah, yeah.”

 

“Where’s Chris?”

 

“Playing with the birdbath.”

 

“Guy?”

 

“Going after Chris. He noticed we didn’t have luggage.”

 

“Well, he had to find out sooner or later.”

 

“You ready, boys?” my dad interjected.

 

“Yeah, let’s go.” I led the way out the door into the cool sunshine. I tugged the sleeves of my jacket down as I scanned the sidewalk. Chris and Guy were both in the van, and by the looks of it, Guy had the taller boy pinned against one of the seats.

 

I pulled the door open, and Guy glanced over at me quickly. “Is it time already?”

 

“Train leaves at ten thirty.”

 

“Are Chris and Jonny going?” he asked. He tightened his hold on Chris’s wrist, earning a squeak of pain.

 

“Let go of me, you little...!” Chris held his tongue, realizing my mum and dad were standing a few feet away. Finally, to my amusement, Chris used his height as an advantage and wormed out of Guy’s hold. He smacked the other kid around the head and laughed. Guy crossed his arms and ignored him as Jonny climbed over his lap to sit between the quarreling pair. I squeezed into the back, alone. Figures.

 

“You’re going to have a great time, Guy.” assured my mother. “Don’t worry about a thing, okay honey?” I watched the back of Guy’s head as he looked up and nodded. Chris leaned back and rested against the back of the seat.

 

“Take care of him, Will.” he muttered, his eyes bright and teasing. I chuckled as Guy spun around accusingly.

 

“So you’re not going, then!”

 

“Well, you figured it out.”

 

“Boys, calm down...it’s a bit of a drive.”

 

..........

 

One agonizing hour later, we’d finally reached the train station. Jonny climbed over Chris to get out first, rubbing his head. Because my parents had been in the car, there had been no arguing or loud swearing. However, it had been a ridiculously dull drive, which was made more irritating by Chris’s singing halfway through. He didn’t have a bad voice, in fact it was quite delightful, but his choice in songs was atrocious. I had pulled my hood over my eyes and groaned every five minutes, and Guy resorted to thumping his head silently against the window. Jonny had just sat there, his lips pursed and a sour look on his face. But my parents didn’t seem to mind.

 

I pulled my bag back over my shoulder and yawned as I waited for my mum to dig out the tickets. I felt sorry for Guy...I wished we hadn’t covered up the truth like we did. He looked lost as he watched her; nervous even. He looked up at me for a moment; his eyes wide like a fawn’s. I shrugged apologetically, but he’d already covered up his vulnerable look as if it had never crossed his features.

 

“So, where are we going?” Guy asked as he looked from person to person. My dad smiled, and Chris shrugged. He looked at Jonny, who shook his head with a grin. My mum also kept her mouth shut, so Guy looked at me. I moved up to him and wrapped my arm tightly around his shoulders.

 

“Come on, let’s show him.”

 

“Alright. We have some time, Will, so meet us by the McDonald’s, okay?”

 

“Yeah.” I answered, not really listening. “Come on.” Chris and Jonny trailed behind us as I walked with Guy. We passed lots of people and quite a few tracks before I finally spotted the right one.

 

“So wha--hey!” Guy yelped suddenly. I turned to see what had happened. Chris had sneaked up behind him and wrapped his long fingers around Guy’s face, covering his eyes. Guy skidded to a halt, not trusting Chris to lead him safely. “Bugger off!”

 

“We’re almost there.”

 

“I can’t see...!”

 

I met gazes with Chris, and we shared a smile. I was a bit nervous about how Guy would react to the word ‘EDINBURGH’, but I hoped he would be happy; I really did. “Okay, mate, take a look.” Chris proudly took a step back, and Guy blinked vigorously to clear his vision. He swept some hair out of his eyes and looked up at the sign above the tracks. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, revealing the tips of his teeth. His brows knotted as he looked at me, pointing limply to the sign. I nodded, biting my lip. I was nervous he would freak out or something.

 

“What...but...you...Oh, Christ...” he laughed in amazement, and his mouth formed a shocked grin. “Thank you.” He said it as if I had just returned to him his most prized possession. Guy sheepishly leaned over to me and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him in return, giving him a few solid pats on the back. Thank God. I let out a breath I’d been unconsciously holding, and fresh enthusiasm bubbled up inside me.

 

“It was actually Chris’s idea.” I said, tilting my head in my other friend’s direction. Chris shook his head in horrified protest, and I laughed. Guy looked up apprehensively, as if asking if that was the truth. I nodded.

 

“Thanks so much for making room for me, Will.” Guy muttered as he let go of me. He turned back around, and Chris blushed a bit.

 

The events which unfolded next were astonishing. Guy, leaving my side, walked up to Chris. He stood there for a moment, looking as if he wanted to touch something with a large do-not-touch sign next to it. Then he muttered something inaudible before throwing his arms around the taller boy and hugging him fiercely. Chris was knocked back a step, but it still took him a good five seconds to react. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them, and Jonny looked stunned. Guy simply continued holding Chris, who looked as if he’d just been punched in the stomach--and thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a very strange expression...half pain, half joy.

 

Finally, Guy saw fit to let go. Chris stood frozen to the spot, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “I...”

 

“Thanks, Chris. I’m really...grateful.” Guy smiled earnestly, but the look in his eyes was guilty. “And I’m sorry I was such a dick to you before. You never deserved it. I’ve just been really off the past few weeks and...” he trailed off, shrugging. “Thanks.”

 

Chris nodded. “I’m always a wreck. You learn to live with it.” he said, smiling slightly. “Teenage angst.”

 

“Angst?” Guy repeated, laughing shakily. “You sound like a school counselor.”

 

“I am the school counselor.” joked Chris, rubbing his arm self-consciously. Guy grinned slightly, staring at his sneakers.

 

..........

 

Chris’s POV

 

I sat with Jonny in my parents’ car, resting my head against the window. He was flipping through a magazine, pointing out little things to me that caught his interest. I would grin and nod absent-mindedly, my thoughts a few miles away. I wondered what Guy and Will were doing now; if either of them was leaning their heads against the window of the train. I wondered what they would do in Edinburgh...if Guy had any relatives he could visit. I wasn’t sure, because the truth was that I didn’t know much about the little dark-haired kid. Hell, I didn’t know that much about Will Champion, either.

 

I jumped suddenly as Jonny poked me in the ribs. “Hey.”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop zoning out.”

 

“I wasn’t.”

 

Jonny rolled his eyes. Of course I had been zoning out, but I didn’t need to admit it. I had been thinking about what was going to happen when school began again after Christmas.

 

I had decided that Guy, Will and I would become friends. Not just boys who sat at the lunch table together, but real friends. The kind who stick by you even when you do something wrong. We would stick together; Jonny, Will, Guy, and me...even if only until the end of our time as schoolboys.

 

 

 

 

Kyra the last few lines of Schoolboys made me tear up it was just soo sweet and beautiful :bigcry:. I'm such a baby :lol: Really awesome story all around!

 

 

:clap: Two really great endings gals!

ohhh, kyra, i loved it!!

BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END???? :bigcry:

Because all good things come to an end.

 

"Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold...her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day...nothing gold can stay." -Robert Frost.

 

:P I actually had that memorized because I read the Outsiders in 8th grade. How sad is that?

Not sad..... i had to do the same thing

Okay, I thought I'd try my hand at Coldplay fanfics because I love the ones I've read here, especially School Boys and the Wizard of Oz spoof. However, this one isn't a slash with the guys, it's about Guy and, well, Arlene...because as we all know, those pics that were shown a couple of months ago were very suspicious. So, here we go with more mushiness and Coldplay references throughout!

 

"One I Love"

 

The way she talked, the way she walked, the way her blond hair bounced, even in a ponytail...all the cliche ways to describe a girl a boy was smitten for was what was running around in Guy Berryman's mind. Oh, and that smile, the one that he had to Twit about was what always caught his attention. Arlene Moon, a member of their management ever since they had started up the Viva tour, was the lucky woman of his admiration.

 

Yes, things had been going smoothly with Jo and he'd always love her but because she had been his first love. It was over between them and despite the love he held for Nico, their little girl, there would be no chance of getting back together.

 

Grammys 2009

 

He was sitting there, just leafing through some pictures he had gotten developed, waiting for their performance. They were to be on after U2, undoubtedly the world's largest rock band and their inspiration. No worries, no worries, thought Guy. God, he wanted a cigarette so badly at that moment. Arlene came in their dressing room, with a box of Connect Four in tow.

 

"Hello, Guy."

 

"Hi, Arlene. Connect Four, wow. Haven't played that since primary school."

 

"Do you want to start a game while you wait for your performance?"

 

Guy smiled. "Sure, let's have a go at it."

 

For about an hour, the two of them battled it out. Phil Harvey, Coldplay's unofficial fifth member even took a picture of them playing for the Twitter updates he was giving. And then, before he knew it...

 

"Guy, c'mon, we've got to start getting ready," said Jonny.

 

"Oh, now I don't want to." He eyed Arlene and the game with regret.

 

"Go on now, you've got to go upstage Bono. You may have won this game, but I will win the battle, Mr. Berryman. Rematch?"

 

"Very soon. Thanks, Arlene."

 

"Anytime."

 

Ever since they had connected four together, Guy found himself constantly at Arlene's side. They were always talking, always bonding. She would go with him whenever he ventured out to go find rare 45s for his jukebox or whenever he was in need for a fresh pack of cigarettes, which would result in Arlene telling him that "Those cancer sticks are going to kill you one day." He would even show her his photos, way before anybody else.

 

Yes, Mr. Berryman, the sexiest, most desired member of Coldplay, perhaps even more so than Chris Martin himself, was falling in love for the second time.

"Mr. Berryman, the sexiest, most desired member of Coldplay, perhaps even more so than Chris Martin himself..."

 

LOL. :D