Aw, omg.

 

The idea of anyone going through this is terrifying but having to imagine the four of them is so, so sad.

 

It must be hard for Will to take on the responsibility of comforting everyone, no one's there for him :sick:

 

Don't worry, it's not going to be angst forever. There will be a turning point! ;)

 

@Kyra:wink3::sneaky::wacky:

awww:heart:

 

:o Impure thoughts! Impure! :P

:Pthey're pure to me;)

Guy&Will:heart:

 

I feel you feel a fanfic in the future:laugh3:

OMG Everyone, this fanfics!! :bomb:

They are SO DAMN GOOD!!

I cant stop reding it!!! Keep writing Kyra, Brooe, Emma (where´s Emma?:whip:) and the on I dindt mention too!

 

 

Don't look if you haven't read the latest chapter. I'm about to use the spoiler tags for what they were intended for. Spoilers. :P

 

 

 

I'm a bit confused. Jonny has to be the most responsible member of the band. right?

 

If he wakes up next to a girl he just met, then shouldn't Guy be waking up half-naked in a tree next to a squirrel who's holding a bag of date-rape drugs in its teeth?

 

It seems quite logical to me. :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I wish Guy´d do that!!! :D:wink3::sneaky:

 

 

 

Guy&Will:heart:

:smug:

@MartinFan::laugh3:very true;)

Hey Sarah:Der Sarinha

Don't worry, it's not going to be angst forever. There will be a turning point! ;)

 

Either way it's fine with me, your writing is so good. I could read angst forever :lol:

:lol: shes^right Kyra

Speaking of angst, I really want to read more of Thalia's story. She promised it would be out...2 days ago. :\

Hey Sarah:Der Sarinha

Hi!:D

:Dhow are you!?

How Infinite is Space?

 

Part 7

 

 

"Shit. What... ugh. Jonny, can you please wake up now?... Shit." Chris was walking back and forth in front of Jonny's unconcious body. They were both in what looked like a jail cell, except much nicer and more hi-tech. The walls were a pretty shade of light blue, and there were a few chairs up against one of the walls. Chris sat down in one of them and rested his head in his hands. "This is just great."

 

"Oh yeah, it's the best."

 

"Jonny!" Chris ran over to his friend on the floor, wrapping his arms around him. "You're OK! You're fine! You're awake! Jonny... YOU'RE OK!!"

 

"Yeah, I'm fantastic except for the fact that I have a 32-year-old sweaty British guy crushing my lungs."

 

"Oh, sorry." Chris pulled away from Jonny.

 

"And I have no idea where I am..."

 

"We're in a cell. That's about all I know."

 

"How long have we been in here for?"

 

"Who knows? You could have had a sweaty 42-year-old British guy crushing your lungs for all I know."

 

"Chris, I don't think it's been ten years."

 

"Well, yeah, but you don't know."

 

"You'd think the sweating would stop since we're in space..."

 

"Unless you're not in space anymore." Chris and Jonny looked up at the door of the cell to see a green blob of alien about the size of an oven.

 

"We're not in space anymore?" Jonny stood up and walked over to the bars of the cell. "Where are we?"

 

"Can't tell you. But I can tell you this- it's time for you boys to get brainwashed."

 

"BRAINWASHED?!?!"

 

"Yes. Come on now, both of you." The giant blob opened the door of the cell, and Jonny walked through. Chris, however, was still on the floor.

 

"Come on, Chris. We have to go."

 

"I don't want to be brainwashed."

 

"Well, neither do I, but I mean, this guy is freaking scary looking. We have to at least go with him."

 

"Fine. But if I get brainwashed I'm gonna hit you." Chris exited the cell and walked with Jonny and the blob down the hallway. After what seemed like ten minutes of walking, the three stopped outside of a door labeled, "BRAINWASH".

 

"Get in there." The blob opened the door and pushed Chris and Jonny inside. The room was almost completely dark, except for a small bit of light emitting from a television screen. "Now sit down."

 

"But there aren't any chairs!"

 

"So, what do you think this is? A luxury hotel? You can sit down on the floor, it's not gonna kill you." Jonny sat down first, not wanting to piss off the scary blob of alien. Chris stood for a few seconds longer, then reluctantly joined Jonny on the floor. "Oh, man, I forgot the thing... you two wait right here. I'll be back." The blob of alien left Jonny and Chris alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

 

"Jonny, I'm so scared. Hold me?"

 

"Haha, that was a great episode."

 

"... What?" Chris had absolutely no idea what Jonny was talking about. Had the alien monsters already gotten to him?

 

"Remember, we were watching House the other day. The thing with Cameron, and House was being the patient's dad. It was a good episode."

 

"Oh, yeah. Right, yeah, right. That's what I was talking about." Chris stared off into an empty corner of the room, hoping that Jonny wasn't beginning to catch on. He really needed to keep his mouth shut every now and then.

 

"I wonder if they'd let us watch House instead of getting brainwashed?" Jonny asked, breaking the awkward silence that had lasted for several minutes.

 

"I kind of doubt it."

 

"Still, it'd be nice, though. Maybe if they give us a last request?"

 

"Yeah. Watch House before becoming a mindless alien slave. Sounds great to me."

 

 

great story Brooke! why won't Jonny hold Chris? :bigcry: :lol:

because he's clueless. :sneaky:

:bigcry: Jonny! WHY WON'T YOU LOVE CHRIS?! :bigcry:

:lol:^^

"I wonder if they'd let us watch House instead of getting brainwashed?" Jonny asked

:lol::laugh3:Jonny is clueless:D

Great atory Brooke,waiting for the next chapter!!

I agree with everything they said.

WHY MUST JONNY BE SO CLUELESS? :bigcry:

maybe he won't be clueless for much longer. :sneaky:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or maybe he will. :P

:lol:

Im sure you wouldnt do that to us^^;)

INTENSE-NESS!

also, i'm pretty sure that chris will not stop crying in fanfics. ever. :P

 

How Infinite is Space?

Part 8

 

 

"Wait... wait, why the hell are we still here? The alien blob's been gone for ten minutes now!" Chris and Jonny were still sitting on the floor of the brainwash room, dumbly waiting for their host to return. "Let's make a run for it."

 

"I don't know, Chris. We don't even know where we are right now. How are we supposed to know where to run to?"

 

"Still got that GPS?"

 

"Chris, that's not gonna work here!"

 

"It will if we're on Earth."

 

"Oh... good point. I'll check." Jonny reached in his pocket to grab the GPS. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I DON'T CARRY A FREAKING GPS IN MY POCKET."

 

"Well, you should. It would really come in handy in situations like this."

 

"We're not escaping."

 

"Why not? Come on, it can't be that hard to run out of a... wherever-we-are place."

 

"I'm not doing it."

 

"Fine, then I'll just... I'll just go by myself. How about that?" Chris stood up and waited a few seconds, expecting Jonny to follow him. He then walked to the door and opened it, hoping he would follow him if he was actually leaving. Chris turned around after he exited the room and saw that Jonny had stayed behind. With little time to spare before the blob returned, Chris bolted down the corridor as fast as he could.

 

It absolutely killed Chris to leave Jonny behind, but it wasn't his fault Jonny was so stubborn. Plus, Jonny probably would have done the same thing Chris had- he didn't really care about Chris. Not like Chris cared about him. But then... why was he running away from him?

 

"What am I doing?" Chris stopped dead in his tracks. He had to go back to Jonny. If anything happened to him, Chris wouldn't be able to live with himself. "God, you are such an idiot, Chris." Suddenly, Chris could hear footsteps getting louder and louder as someone ran towards him. He didn't dare to turn around. Instead, he started running again.

 

Down the hallway, around the corner, down another hallway, around another corner. Chris realised after a few minutes that he probably wasn't going to get out of wherever he was. He was doomed to either be found and brainwashed, or to run forever. He didn't think he could handle either, but running forever sounded a lot more pleasant. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly possible. After rounding what seemed like eighty corners, Chris tripped over a wire that was on the ground and fell, nearly breaking his wrist. He struggled to get up, but it was useless. The footsteps were still getting louder and louder, and soon Chris would be caught. He'd probably never even see Jonny again.

 

Poor Jonny, all alone in that room. The alien blob might have already gotten to him by that point. Chris imagined Jonny sitting on the floor of the dark room, staring mindlessly at the television screen, slowly losing his mind. He imagined the alien blob watching from the side, laughing as Chris' best friend fell under the hypnotic spell of the evil creatures that had captured them. Then he imagined the worst thing that could ever happen... the huge group of alien blobs killi-

 

"MARTIN! Jesus, you run fast!" Chris was jerked back to reality. He looked to his right to see that the footsteps had not come from any of the monsters, but from Jonny. He also became very aware of the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. "Are you OK?"

 

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Chris wiped off his cheeks and stood up. He looked directly into Jonny's brilliantly green eyes. "I'm sorry."

 

"Sorry? For what?"

 

"For leaving you behind."

 

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just too stubborn, you know. But I felt really bad about letting you go off by yourself."

 

"Really?" Jonny nodded, and Chris smiled. "From now on, we're sticking together no matter what, 'k?"

 

"Yeah. Now let's get out of here." Jonny and Chris walked down the end of the hallway, turned around the corner and began walking down the next hallway. Halfway down the corridor, Chris noticed something that looked familiar- an elevator. It looked just like the elevator that the alien had taken him up when he went to the lab.

 

"Jonny... are we still on the spaceship?"

 

"What?"

 

"I've seen that elevator before."

 

"It's an elevator. Don't they all look the same?"

 

"Yeah, I guess so. Whatever, let's just keep going." As they neared the end of the hallway, Chris looked to his left at the door that was there. "Lab".

 

"Jonny, look at the door. We're still on the spaceship! What the hell?!?!"

 

 

 

 

enjoy!

:shame:how do I put things in spoilers??

anyways aww Chris-Jonny :heart:

:bomb:need to read chapter 9:Dreally really good story!!:hug:

:shame:how do I put things in spoilers??

anyways aww Chris-Jonny :heart:

:bomb:need to read chapter 9:Dreally really good story!!:hug:

 

hey, you've got to right at the beginning "Spoiler" and at the end "/Spoiler" between [...]

 

Just try it out.

 

 

 

GOOD LUCK! :thumbsup: I believe in you!!! ;)

 

 

Thank you.

 

 

 

I have been meaning to ask about this spoiler thing. I am trying it now:)

 

 

It worked:nice:

Well here goes the first chapter which means the previous one was a prologue:rolleyes:

 

 

I Will Try To Fix You

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

The sounds of the cars and people on the streets were the first things he became aware of in the dawn. The loud voices, the noisy traffic, the city waking up. Everything that transported him out of his thoughts into real life.

 

He never told anyone but he didn’t stay in the hotel rooms, deciding to not give sleep a try and going to the roof instead. Up there everything appeared to be clear for him, every problem had a concealed solution.

 

Because of this, that’s where he went to write. Yes, he had been writing songs for a couple of years now, on and off. But these last few months presented him the opportunity to write incessantly. Mainly, he didn’t plan what he wrote, he just did it impulsively, without any previous thought. Afterwards he would hum some melody that somehow came attached to the lyrics and everything would fit beautifully. But he couldn’t comprehend the beauty of it because he didn’t see it. That’s why he never to showed his work to his friends. He knew Chris was a great lyricist and there was no way they would ever contemplate the idea of including those “little texts”, as he saw them, on some record. They wouldn’t even want to hear it, he knew.

 

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“Hey, is everything okay with you?” Jonny asked Guy, worriedly. They finished their soundcheck ten minutes before and Guy was standing in the same position as he had been the whole time they were playing. Looking straight ahead into the deserted arena, holding his bass in a detached way.

 

“Huh? Oh, yeah...uh, I’m fine.” He responded, coming out of his haze. He found out the bay before that Joanna was getting married in three months and moving permanently to London. She told him that the only way he would see his daughter was if he came to her future home to visit. To visit. He would only visit his daughter’s home, he wouldn’t be a part of it any longer. Joanna prepared him for the fact that he wouldn’t see her daughter on a daily basis which was what he was used to these days. So, he was...fine.

 

“Are you sure? Cause you don’t seem like you are...” his friend tried one more time. “ What do you say we go out for a bit and walk around the city and grab something to eat?”

 

“I don’t feel like walking, Jon. Sorry.” He didn’t feel like eating as well. Actually, he didn’t feel like doing anything at all. With that in mind, he set his bass down and walked backstage, straight to his dressing room, not looking up once along the way.

 

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“I know. He has been very distant lately.” Will replied. Jonny and Chris had approached a few minutes ago, wanting to talk about the dark-haired man that has been worrying them for quite some time.

 

“I heard him talking to someone on the phone the other day and it’s like he became drained of his emotions ever since. I mean, he has been very quiet ever since we started this part of the tour but... Something is seriously wrong now.” Chris pointed out, afraid his friend might be having very serious problems that he hasn’t shared with the rest of them. He knew it wasn’t in Guy’s nature to just start a conversation and talk about his feelings and issues but maybe that was exactly what he needed right now. Otherwise they wouldn’t be able to help him.

 

“We have to talk to him. It can’t go on like this. He doesn’t even talk to us anymore. He just stands there and plays what he has to play in concerts. Outside them, he just reads and works on his computer... Enough of this. You wanna talk to him now, guys?” Will asked the other two.

 

“Let’s go. He’s in his dressing room.” Jonny answered him and promptly led the way. The three musicians, each absorbed with their own thoughts, didn’t know what would come of this talk.

 

 

 

 

Don't expect another one this fast;)

 

The weird thing is that Guy is looking kinda sad lately........:confused: