Make Me Believe

Chapter 3

 

 

"What can I do to help?" Chris asked, "What is going to happen?"

The young Guy looked at him.

"I don't know," he said, "I was just allowed to bring you this warning."

Chris dropped his head into his hands.

"How am I supposed to prevent something from happening when I don't even have an idea of what it is?"

"I wish I could tell you more," the young Guy said, "But I can't."

"Will it happen soon?" Chris asked, desperately.

"Time has no meaning for me," the boy said, "Everything exists at once."

He sat looking thoughtfully at Chris for a long moment.

"What is it?" Chris asked.

The young Guy smiled at him.

"You are so different from the young Chris," he said.

Chris' eyes flew open.

"You know the young Chris?" he asked in astonishment.

"Sure," the young Guy said.

Chris smiled wistfully.

"Can you give him a message for me?" Chris asked.

"I'm not sure," the young Guy said, "I can try."

"Tell him.....tell him.. that everything will be okay. Tell him that he should stick with what he loves because he will be successful. Tell him to ignore those kids who make fun of him. Tell him...that life will get better than......better than even he can imagine."

The young Guy nodded.

"I will try to save you," he said, "If you will try to save me."

"It's a deal," Chris said.

 

"Where is Guy?" Chris asked, the next morning, pacing around the studio.

"How the hell should I know?" Jonny asked.

"Don't look at me either," Will told him, before Chris had a chance to ask.

"He's late," Chris said.

"No he isn't," Jonny said, "He always gets here whenever he feels like it."

The door opened and Guy came strolling in.

"Where the hell have you been?" Chris asked him.

Guy calmly sat down in a chair.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he asked.

"I was just worried," Chris said, "Worried you were out drinking again or something."

Will looked at Chris and frowned.

"He hasn't done that in ages," He told Chris, "Get off his back."

"Let's just get to work," Chris said.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

"Jonny....."Chris said, "Can I tell you something without you thinking I am crazy?"

Jonny threw down the soccer magazine he was reading and looked at his best friend.

"I doubt it," he said, "But go ahead and try."

"Don't laugh," Chris said, "But I was visited by a spirit yesterday."

Jonny pushed his cap back a little on his head.

"This isn't like the time that you were visited by Elvis is it?" Jonny asked.

"No," Chris shook his head, "I think we all know the only thing that possessed me that night was maybe the spirit of Jack Daniels."

Jonny laughed and nodded.

"What did this spirit do?" Jonny asked.

"It was Guy," Chris said, "Guy as a young boy."

Jonny frowned at Chris but nevertheless kept listening.

"He told me that Guy is in serious danger and I need to watch out for him."

"Is that all?" Jonny asked.

Chris nodded.

"What do you think it means?" Jonny asked.

Chris looked at him with wide eyes.

"You believe me?" he asked in surprise.

"Well sure," Jonny said, "I believe you. I know that things like that can happen."

Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Thank you so much, Jonny," he said, "I need someone to help me watch Guy."

"Watch him?" Jonny asked.

"Yes, watch him and keep him safe."

"For how long?" Jonny asked.

"I...I don't know," Chris said, in an unsure tone, "Just until the danger passes."

"I'll do what I can," Jonny said, "But you know Guy isn't going to like it."

Chris nodded.

"That's why we can't tell him," he said, "We just have to be with him at all times."

Jonny looked skeptical.

"That will be hard," he said, "Guy likes to spend alot of time alone."

"Not anymore," Chris said, "From now on....one or both of us will be attached to him at the hip."

Jonny pursed his lips as he sat there thinking about what Chris was proposing.

"This may get ugly," he warned.

"I'm prepared for that," Chris said.

 

 

Make Me Believe

Chapter 5

 

 

Guy yawned and stretched as he put down his guitar and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"I thought I would go out for awhile," Guy answered, "If that is okay with you, mother."

Chris looked at Jonny and Jonny knew what he was thinking.

"We will go with you," Jonny said.

Guy smiled a cute little smile and said, "No offense, but you guys were not exactly the kind of company that I was hoping for tonight."

"We won't get in your way," Chris said.

"Why don't you let him go alone?" Will asked.

"Ah....." Jonny and Chris were looking at each other.

"We...we....we want to watch," Chris said.

Guy frowned a little and then laughed.

"That's a little kinky even for you," he told them.

"No, I mean we want to see how you pick up so many girls.....you know...get some pointers," Jonny said.

"That's good," Chris told him, "I mean...yeah....what Jonny said...uh huh..that's it."

Guy picked up his jacket.

"You guys are slightly creeping me out," he said, slipping into the black leather coat, "But whatever....I am leaving now."

 

Two hours later they were still sitting in the pub with Guy.

Jonny was leaned back in his chair, his eyes almost closed.

Chris was drawing doodles on the little bar napkins.

Guy took a deep breath and looked around the bar.

"Well," he said, disgustedly, "Looks like I will be going home alone tonight, thanks to you two."

"What did we do?" Chris asked, innocently.

"Oh I don't know maybe it was the way you followed me around this place like a puppy dog. Maybe it was the way you scared off every girl who walked up to the table. And followed me outside when I went for a smoke."

Chris just kept doodling.

"I am going home now," Guy said, in an irritated tone, "Unless you would like to follow me there too."

Chris slapped Jonny on the arm to wake him up.

"Come on," he told him, "Guy is leaving and we are too."

Out on the street Guy turned left to head to his apartment.

Chris and Jonny followed him.

"You don't live this way," Guy told them.

"We are going with you," Chris told him.

Guy stopped walking and turned around to face the other two.

He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at them.

"Right now......what the fuck is going on......spit it out before I get really pissed."

Chris took a deep breath and Jonny said, "Just tell him."

"Tell me what?" Guy asked, with his brown eyes flashing.

Chris opened his mouth to speak but the words never came out.

From the nearby alley two thugs had quietly snuck up on the three friends.

Now one jammed his gun into Guy's ribs.

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

Chris' eyes grew large in horror.

"Jonny...." he said, reaching out toward Jonny.

"Get your hands up," one of the thugs hissed at Guy, jamming the gun hard against his chest.

Jonny could see from the expression on Guy's face that he was not scared in the least.

He just looked really angry.

"Fuck off!!" Guy spat at the thug.

"Guy....please..." Jonny told him, "Just do what he says."

"Why should I?" Guy asked, getting braver by the second.

"Because he has a gun," Jonny said, quietly.

"Big deal. I bet the little bastard doesn't even know how to use it," Guy said mockingly.

"This isn't supposed to happen.....This isn't supposed to happen.." Chris kept saying over and over.

The second thug cracked Guy across the side of his cheek with his gun.

Guy staggered forward a little and Jonny caught him.

Chris saw his chance and he dove into action.

He grabbed the wrist of the first thug.

The two of them were quickly involved in a struggle for the gun.

The second thug threw down his weapon and ran off into the inky black night.

"Chris!!" Jonny was yelling at him, "Stop it!!"

Suddenly the gun discharged.

The second thug stopped cold for a second and then ran off in the opposite direction from the first.

Chris just stood there holding the gun and looking at it in shock.

Guy was down on the sidewalk.

He was bent over Jonny as he dialed his cell phone.

Chris stared at the sight in front of him but it was if he didn't really see anything.

He dropped the gun from his fingers and slowly slid to his knees.

He was gasping for breath as he crawled to where Jonny lay motionless on the concrete.

Blood was spilling from a wound in Jonny's chest.

Guy had taken off his beloved jacket and was using it to put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding.

Chris felt like he was in slow motion as he touched Jonny on the shoulder.

He felt cold and clammy.

"Jonny?" he said, quietly..."Jonny??"

Suddenly people were swarming all around them.

Two EMT's pushed him out of the way.

Policemen were taping off the area as a crime scene.

Guy was talking to the detective and trying to give a description of the thugs.

Amid all that movement, Chris sat completely still.

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

Chris sat in the hospital room staring straight ahead.

He was curled up in the chair with his knees touching his chest.

The doctor had granted him only a few moments with Jonny.

So far all he could do was stare at the sheet that covered his body.

"I'm sorry," a voice said.

Chris looked up.

It was the young Guy.

Chris wiped his tear-stained face and cursed at the boy.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, in a shaky voice.

"I didn't know," young Guy said, looking toward Jonny's body.

"I did what you told me," Chris said, "I looked after Guy and now Jonny....Jonny's dead.. all because I looked after Guy."

"I didn't know," the young Guy repeated.

"Well, you got what you wanted," Chris said, hatefully, "Now get lost."

"I have a message for you first," he said.

"What now?" Chris barked.

"The young Chris says 'thank you for your message. He will remember it in the tough times that he knows are coming.'"

Chris breathed deeply.

"Well that is something," he said.

 

Guy was drunk.

He had been in the bar for hours.

He was wearing the jacket that still had Jonny's blood on it.

"Hey," Jonny said, sitting down beside him.

"You are dead," Guy said, taking a drink, "Get lost."

Jonny laughed.

"Very good," he told him, "I am dead. So guess what that makes me....I am a ghost."

"Big damn deal," Guy said.

"Except for it is a big deal," Jonny said, "Because the Guy I know doesn't believe in ghosts."

"That's true," Guy said, "I don't."

"Well you must or otherwise you couldn't see me," Jonny reasoned.

Guy put his glass down and stared at him.

"Why the fuck did you have to die?" he asked.

Jonny shrugged.

"I guess it was time," he answered.

"I'm really going to miss you," Guy told him.

"No you won't," Jonny said, "I will always be here for you."

Guy didn't answer. He just looked really sad.

"But I need a favor," Jonny said.

"I might have known it," Guy said, laughing.

"Watch out for Chris. He is in a bad way."

"Why don't you just go visit him yourself?" Guy asked.

"He doesn't believe in anything anymore," Jonny said sadly, "I need you to help him get better so we can still be friends."

"Sure," Guy said, smiling, "I'll look out for the little guy."

"I love you, man," Jonny said, "But I have to go."

"I love you too," Guy said, softly.

 

The End

 

 

A Rush of Blood

 

 

 

Chapter XIV

 

 

Removed, please PM me if you want to read it.

 

back by popular demand...

 

The Drums

 

 

 

I was already stressed when he walked into the Bakery. Earlier, I had come home to find a letter from my girlfriend. It seems that she had a little too much fun in Greece, and was leaving me for another man. He also knocked her up.

 

I couldn't stay at home. The place we shared, the place filled with pictures of us smiling and being happy together. Pictures of her being faithful and not pregnant by some other guy. I left. I didn't know where to go, I just walked.

 

Down the street, people were also walking. Being happy. Their girlfriends didn't leave them. I felt miserable. The cold December air hit me, but I couldn't feel it. I was numb. Without putting much thought into it, my feet took me to the Bakery. The door was locked. I remembered that we always keep a spare key nearby, though. I found it, and shortly after I walked into the building.

 

The warmth hit me, but it didn't do anything. I was still numb. I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack to the left of the door. It was quiet. I didn't expect anyone to be there, of course. Everyone was still on holiday.

 

I walked into the other room. Our instruments were neatly set up. Then I realised that I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to see my friends. I didn't know where they were, though.

 

I turned and walked back out. The stairs looked so inviting. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, the all-too-familiar portrait of John Lennon gazing at me with his knowing eyes the entire way. His girlfriend never left him.

 

When I reached the room at the top of the stairs, I finally broke down. I collapsed into the nearest chair. Burying my head in my hands, I sobbed.

 

I didn't even love her. She wanted marriage and kids, but I didn't. Not yet, anyway. I didn't even love her. If I had loved her, maybe she would have stayed. Maybe this was all my fault. She didn't have to be such a fucking whore about it, though.

 

I went back downstairs. I sat down behind my drum set. It was so quiet. I picked up my drumsticks and started playing. I wasn't playing anything in particular, just randomly hitting.

 

Once, I looked down and saw her face. She was just there, on the drum, smiling and laughing. I slammed my arm down and pounded the drum. I realised then that by beating the drum, I was indirectly hitting her. I did it again. It felt nice. I never thought playing drums could be so therapeutic.

 

After a few hours of indirectly beating my ex-girlfriend, I decided to take a small break. I ran to the bathroom and ran the water. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible. I felt horrible. I splashed some water on my face and left. This time, I went back upstairs. I walked into the room, and he was already there.

 

"Chris?"

 

"Will! Hey, man!" he smiled.

 

"Why are you here?"

 

"I had nothing to do at home. I thought I might be more productive here. What about you?"

 

"Uh... it's a long story."

 

He frowned and walked over to me. Gently placing his hand on my shoulder, he said, "You can tell me. I've got all the time in the world." He walked me over to the sofa, and we both sat down. He was just looking at me, patiently waiting for me to start.

 

“I got a letter today,” I finally said. “From... from my girlfriend.”

 

“What did it say?”

 

“She left me. She found someone else-”

 

“Oh, Will...”

 

“And he knocked her up.” Chris hugged me. I shrugged him off. I didn't want him touching me. I stood up and walked across the room. I wanted to be alone. Or maybe I didn't know what I wanted. When I was alone, I would have given anything to see him, or Jonny, or Guy. Now that I had some company, I just wanted be alone.

 

“Everthing's gonna be OK,” Chris said as he walked over to me.

 

“You don't know that.”

 

“No, but I believe it. And it's her loss, anyway.”

 

“You think so?”

 

“Yeah, you're a great guy, Will. If she can't see that, well, then she's just an idiot.”

 

“She's a whore, that's what. I swear, if I ever see her again-”

 

“Don't get angry, Will, it's not worth it.”

 

“Why shouldn't I?” I yelled. Frustration was building up inside me. I was afraid it wouldn't stop. “I have every right to be angry! And that stupid whore deserves to have her throat sli-”

 

“Will, stop. Please.” He sounded frightened. I couldn't stop.

 

“Don't fucking tell me to stop!” I grabbed this sort of bowl thing that was resting on a table nearby, and smashed it into the ground. The shattered pieces looked like how I felt. So broken. Then I picked up a lamp and threw it across the room. Chris covered his head and moved towards the wall.

 

“Will, please, stop!”

 

Another bowl. Another lamp. Soon the room was filled with broken things. Chris was still cowering by the wall. I stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavy, trying to calm myself. Trying to stop being angry, stop breathing heavy, stop throwing things. It didn't work. I picked up another object, and Chris ran in front of me.

 

“Will, stop it,” he yelled. I threw the object at him, and he gracefully caught it. He placed it on the ground beside him, then raised his hands up, placing them on my shoulders. “I think you've broken enough stuff in here.”

 

“Don't touch me.”

 

“Will, please, calm down.”

 

“Don't touch me,” I repeated. I wanted to calm down, but my body wouldn't let me.

 

“Deep breaths, OK?”

 

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” I pushed my hands to his chest and shoved him. That got him to let go. But I pushed his slender body too hard. And we were too close to the open door. Chris stumbled backwards. He made it through the door way. Suddenly, there wasn't any ground for him to stand on.

 

Once the first step appeared, Chris seemed to be floating. Then he attempted a back flip, but only made it halfway before gravity came crashing down on him, and he came crashing down on the stairs. His legs tumbled over his head, and his knees smashed into the steps. He flew the rest of the way down, landing on the floor, but not before smacking his head into the wall.

 

I slowly walked through the doorway. My hands were sweating, and my knees were shaking. I looked down. Chris was laying on the ground. Oh, God. Bits of blood his blood were splattered on the steps and the wall. I walked down the stairs, holding on to the railing so I wouldn't collapse. The closer I got, the more I freaked. It looked like he wasn't moving at all, not even breathing.

 

I knelt down beside his unconscious body. Blood was dripping from his nose, mouth, and forehead. I stretched a sweaty hand out and touched his neck, searching for a pulse.

 

Nothing.

 

Come on, Chris.

 

Nothing.

 

Don't do this.

 

Nothing.

 

He was already gone. I couldn't leave him there. I carried his lifeless body downstairs, and laid him down on the sofa. He was covered in blood. I killed him. He was just trying to help, and trying to be a good friend. And I killed him. I walked over to the drum set. What else could I do? Chris was gone.

 

My girlfriend left me. I played the drums. I killed my best friend. I played the drums.

 

Druids Came Out of the Trees

 

Part 3

 

 

Jonny started to sweat

And he quivered in fear

"Just keep driving, Jonny...

Get the hell out of here..."

 

It was that sheep from childhood

Who had grown a lot, too

It was grazing in the fields

And making a doo

 

Suddenly when the sheep saw Jonny

Its eyes seemed to glow bright red

As it charged after the car

Jonny wished he was back in bed

 

"Help, help help me!"

Jonny screamed as he put up a fight

"I don't wanna die

On my own here tonight!"

 

It tore out the engine

And chomped on the wires

Then with its razor sharp hooves

Slashed the car's tires

 

The sheep ripped off the door

Then dragged Jonny out

It sat on his face

To muffle his shouts

 

A loud TWANG pierced the air

As an arrow soared into the sheep

It rolled off of Jonny

As it made a loud bleat

 

Jonny rubbed his face

And got off the grass

He wondered who was the guy

Who had saved his ass

 

He heard a rustle in the trees

Then he struck a pose to fight

Several men fell out

All robed in white

 

 

That is one evil sheep, alright..

Happy Halloween (Yeah, Right!)

 

This is just a little story I wrote last night. ;)

 

 

 

 

I was on my way to the bathroom, and it was dark, so I was basically walking blind. I held out my hands, attempting to feel along the wall, and eventually they hit something soft...yet solid at the same time. My mind went blank, and my heart practically stopped in terror. Then the person I had unwittingly touched reached out and grabbed me. So I screamed. For real. And then I panicked completely and started kicking and struggling. I screamed again, and all the blood that should have been in my extremities must have gone somewhere else, because I felt numb to everything else around me. I was going to die. A raging homicidal maniac had found his way into my flat and he was going to kill me.

 

Finally, the arms released their grip, and I heard laughing. I stumbled back into the dresser, and was about to run for it, when my adrenalin-drenched mind slowly recognized the laughter. Then the stranger turned on the light, and I winced. Then I blinked, twitched, and blinked again.

 

“Jesus Christ, man...I didn’t mean to scare you that much!” said Will.

 

I twitched again. I could feel my heartbeat in every part of my body, including my eyeballs. “I hate you,” I whispered. My head was swimming, and I felt sick to my stomach. “I fucking hate you. H-How could you...? How...?” I groaned and sank onto the floor, hugging myself around the middle.

 

“Shit...I’m really sorry,” I heard my friend say quietly. I could tell he was sincere, but that didn’t mean I was going to forgive him. “It was really stupid; I didn’t mean...Fuck, you’re shaking...I swear, I didn’t think this would happen.”

 

“What the hell did you think would happen?” I leaned my head against the wall, and unsteadily wiped the sweat from my forehead. The nauseas feeling in my stomach was slowly subsiding, and my pulse didn’t seem quite so fast. “I hate you,” I repeated, feeling tears stinging my eyes. I tried to wipe them away with my shirt, but once the cloth was covering my face, I couldn’t seem to remove it. I didn’t want to face the bastard who’d terrified me so much that I was actually breaking down into tears. I heard Will move up, and felt him try to wrap an arm around my shoulders. But I weakly shoved him away and hissed, “Don’t touch me!”

 

“I’m so sorry, Guy,” whispered Will. He sounded so guilty that I just couldn’t continue to hate him. “Look, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, stroking my head a few times. “I was going to give this to Ava, but I think you deserve it more.”

 

I finally looked at what he was holding out, and my eyebrows rose. It was a large, rainbow, carnival-style lollipop. I wondered vaguely where he’d been hiding the thing as I tentatively reached out and took it. “Well, this is...great. This totally makes up for you putting the fear of death into me.”

 

Will scratched at his palms, obviously remorseful. “It’s a start, right?” he murmured.

 

“Only if it tastes really damn amazing,” I said.

 

He smiled slightly. “Happy Halloween, mate.”

 

 

 

Kyra's Halloween story made me remember one that I wrote for Halloween.

 

Waking Up

 

 

"Psssst.......Jonny..." Chris was tapping Jonny on the shoulder.

Jonny was deeply asleep. He felt the insistent tapping and tried to brush it away much as one tries to brush away an annoying insect that buzzes around.

This annoying insect was Chris and he kept tapping.

"What is it?" Jonny finally asked, angrily.

"There's a monster under my bed," Chris told him.

Jonny tried to open sleep fogged eyes.

"What?" he asked.

Chris put his face close up to Jonny's so that his eyes looked as big as serving plates.

"There's a monster under my bed," Chris repeated.

Jonny turned over in the direction away from Chris and closed his eyes.

"Maybe he will go away if I don't indulge him," Jonny thought.

Seconds later Chris was tapping Jonny on the shoulder again.

Jonny took a deep breath and sat up.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Jonny asked.

"The monster," Chris said, pointing toward his bedroom, "It's laughing at me."

Jonny ran a hand over his face and yawned.

"Okay," he said, "Come on. Obviously I am not going to get any sleep until I go look at this monster."

Jonny stumbled out of bed and started to walk toward Chris' room.

He looked back for Chris.

Chris had climbed into Jonny's bed and crawled under the covers.

Jonny walked back to the bed and poked the lump.

"Get up," he told Chris.

"No," came a muffled sound from under the blanket, "I am scared."

Jonny jerked the blanket away from the huddled up figure of Chris.

"Come with me," Jonny said, "And show me this horrible creature."

Chris didn't want to go, but he could tell that Jonny was angry.

Jonny rarely got angry and when he did, it was best not to argue with him.

Chris stood up slowly, hugging his pillow.

As they walked into Chris' room, he told Jonny, "Be careful. The thing had big eyes and a big mouth and it kept laughing at me."

Jonny looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

Chris stood near the door while Jonny got down on his hands and knees and peeked under the bed.

Jonny burst out laughing.

Chris screamed.

"Oh no!!!!!!!!! Did it get you Jonny??!!" he asked.

Jonny pulled something out from under the bed.

"I got your monster, right here," he said, getting up and walking over to Chris.

Chris was clutching the pillow tightly and chewing on his lip.

"I don't want to see the horrible thing again," he said, softly.

Jonny laughed.

"Here!!!" he said, thrusting the thing right up against Chris' face.

"EEEEKKKKK!!!!" Chris yelled, dropping the pillow and running away.

Jonny started laughing again.

"Come here, Chris," he said, "It's only a mirror."

 

The End

 

 

 

a story inspired by the INCREDIBLY BORING class that is Economics.

seriously, it's worse than any other "social studies" type class (no offense to people who like Social Studies classes:P).

 

ECONOMICS

 

 

Economics.

The most boring class one could ever be forced to take. Will, Jonny, Chris, and Guy were all sitting in various seats around their classroom. The other seats were filled with their fellow classmates.

"Blah, blah, blah, labor unions, blah, blah, blah, teacher stuff!" Chris heard the teacher say. He wasn't really paying attention, he was doodling on a scrap piece of paper. Three seats over to the right, Guy was trying to make eye contact with the busty blond girl sitting on his left. She never looked at him.

Will, who was sitting closest to the door, stared impatiently at the clock. Although class had only just begun, he, and nearly everyone else in the room, desperately ached for it to be over with.

Probably the only person in the entire room that was really paying attention, even including the teacher, was Jonny. He sat front and center, and was jotting down notes like there was no tomorrow. Why he would jot down notes if there wasn't going to be a tomorrow to use them is anybody's guess.

Even though the teacher had told them they needn't copy down the overhead notes, Jonny was scribbling down everything and anything he could.

"And what are contracts... Mr. Martin?"

Chris looked up. His eyes grew wide as he realised that he hadn't been paying attention. He decided to just try to wing it.

"Uh... contracts are... legally binding... um, d-documents... that two parties sign... in order to... agree on... stuff?"

The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you should pay a bit more attention in class, instead of drawing," she craned her neck to see his paper, "yourself and Mr. Buckland... are you skipping through daisies?!?!"

"They're tulips," Chris disappointedly replied. He looked quickly over at Jonny, who was blushing like crazy, and trying to hide his head in embarrassment.

"Tulips don't look like that, Chris."

"Oh," Chris muttered. He sadly crumpled up his paper and threw it in his bag.

"Right, then. So, can anyone actually tell me what contracts are...?"

Jonny shyly raised his hand. Of course, Chris thought. Jonny's always paying attention. He probably knows everything.

Jonny began to explain to the class what the true definition of 'contract' is, and Chris couldn't help noticing how nice his voice was. He could listen to Jonny talk all day and never grow tired of it. He had always liked Jonny, though he wasn't sure that Jonny even knew he existed.

Of course, all that had changed the day Chris stood on the table in lunch and declared his love for Jonny. But even then Jonny never acknowledged him, unless Chris had done something embarrassing, like declaring his love in front of everyone. Or drawing the two of them skipping through tulips. Deep down, though, Chris knew they'd end up together. Just like Guy knew that he'd finally get that blond girl's attention.

He “accidentally” dropped his pencil. He “accidentally” threw his paper under her chair. He even “accidentally” stretched too far and hit her arm while yawning. Still nothing.

“Hey, are you gonna look at me or what?” he said after finally deciding to be as straight-forward as possible.

“Nope,” she merely replied, her eyes remaining focused on whatever she'd been previously staring at.

“Why not?”

“Because I know you want me to look at you. And I also know you're a player.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Berryman,” the teacher interrupted. “Perhaps you'd like to talk about strikes?”

“Oh, well, I'd like to, but I'm not really a public speaking kind of guy, you know.”

“No pun intended?” the blond girl whispered. Guy chuckled. The teacher was not happy.

“I'll see you after class, Mr. Berryman.”

“Which should be soon,” Will mumbled to himself. He was still looking at the clock. Two minutes left. Then he would go to art class. It was one of his favorites. He loved painting the most. The feel of a paintbrush in his hand was almost as wonderful as the feel of a drumstick, and he felt that he could express himself by painting as well as he could by making music. One minute left.

Jonny neatly packed his books and pencils away. He was still a bit flustered from the earlier mention of his name, and he hoped that he wouldn't have to encounter another embarrassment of that kind for at least the rest of the week. Yet, he knew that by the end of the day, Chris would probably have done something equally embarrassing, if not more.

He was right. As the bell rang, everyone began to leave, all quietly cheering the end of the dreadfully dull class. Jonny walked down to the end of the row of desks, where he was unsurprisingly greeted by Chris.

“Hi, Jonny!” Chris cheerfully said.

“Hi, Chris,” Jonny replied in monotone. He tried to walk faster, but it was no use. Chris would run to keep up with Jonny if he had to.

“Jonny, can I just ask you one thing?”

“What?”

“Why don't you like me?”

“Because I'm not gay.”

“No, I know that. I mean, you don't even like me as a friend, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

Jonny stopped, moved over to the side of the hallway, and pulled Chris with him.

“Chris, you're just... I don't know.”

“You do know! You hate me, don't you? Just say it. Say it and I'll leave you alone.”

Jonny looked into Chris's bright blue eyes. He didn't hate him, far from it actually. But there was just something about Chris that kinda repulsed him. Maybe it was all that hair.

“I don't hate you,” Jonny said. “But I don't like you, either.”

“So you nothing me?” Chris said with big, sad eyes. “I think that's worse.”

“Maybe it is.”

“I'll just go now... bye, Jonny.” Chris slowly began to walk away, and Jonny watched him. Chris looked like a sad puppy or something. Jonny felt bad for him.

“Wait, Chris!” Chris turned around. “You can... sit with me in lunch, I guess.”

Chris smiled and grabbed Jonny's arm. “Come on!” he exclaimed.

“But no touching!” Jonny said, retracting his arm.

“Oh, sorry.” The two silently began to walk to the lunch room. “Jonny?”

“What?”

“This is the start of something, isn't it?” They both looked at each other. Deep down, Chris knew they'd end up together. Jonny knew it, too.

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

 

 

Chapter eight

 

 

Chris’ POV

 

I sat in the corner.

 

The room was driving me insane.

 

It was white. It had no windows, not even a door and no lamps. But still, it was bright. Something seemed to lighten it up through the walls.

 

I thought of the movie ‘Cube’ where all these people where caught in a giant system, built to kill humans as sadistically as possible.

 

“Do you think I will die in here?” I asked Till who was sitting in the corner on the other side.

 

“Think so. Unless you find a way to get out of here.” He continued drinking his tea.

 

I cringed at the thought of dieing alone, lost in a dream world, which turned out to be a nightmare.

I wanted to get out of here.

But I didn’t know how.

I knew that there was more.

Much more.

I only remembered little pieces of my previous life before it turned into this.

Something huge happened, and then somehow I lost my consciousness and ended up here.

 

“LET ME THE FUCK OUT!” I yelled into the empty space, clasping my head with both of my hands.

 

“Let me out, whoever created this, HEAR ME, I FUCKING HATE YOU!” My screaming turned into a bitter, furiously crying.

 

I rolled up against the wall and cried into my hands. I didn’t know what else to do. I was hoping for something to happen. Maybe I was going to leave this place. Either I would leave it by waking up or ultimately with my death and never ever wake up again.

 

But right now I didn’t care what actually happened to me.

 

- - -

 

Guy’s POV

 

When I arrived at my house, I saw Tiffany, the maid, standing in the gateway, her lovely white dress hectically fluttering in the wind. She came running towards my car. Her face showed an expression of concern and something else… like she was absolutely astonished.

 

I parked my car in the stony drive and stepped out, and one second later, Tiffany was clutching onto my arm. I looked at her in surprise, because she was a person who always avoided being that close to other people.

 

“G-Guy! Oh Lord, GUY!” she breathed out, “I tried to phone you, but I couldn’t reach you!”

 

“Yeah ‘cause I turned my phone off,” I said plainly. I looked at her cramped hands and she instantly let go of my arm.

 

“Excuse me please,” she shyly apologized and stepped back.

 

“Now what is it?” I stared at her, my impatience slowly increasing.

 

“He… he,” she stammered.

 

“What?!” I grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. ‘What did she know? What about this ‘he’? Does she talk about Chris? … Oh god, what happened?’ I felt my pulse speeding up.

 

“Chris spoke.” She finally blurted out.

 

My jaw dropped and I must have looked strange enough to make Tiffany scared.

 

“What did he say? Was he awake, did he move?? Tell me! Now!” I screamed.

 

“He, he sounded angry, he yelled ‘Let me the fuck out’ but he had his eyes closed. And he didn’t move, he just said this once sentence and was silent after that! I have no idea what this means.” She looked at me, afraid of my behaviour, and I released her out of my grip.

 

“Jesus, I can’t believe it, I bloody can’t believe it!” I said to myself, little tears of joy forming in my eyes. I hugged her tightly, then turned around and ran to the door of my house. I jammed the key into the keyhole and ran straight to the bedroom.

In there, Chris was laying silently in his bed, looking as peaceful as always. I threw my coat on a nearby chair and turned around to jump on the mattress of the bed.

Staring into Chris’ closed eyes, I waited for him to speak again. I wanted to hear his voice again, his sweet and soft voice I haven’t heard for so long now.

Why was he talking when I wasn’t there? Why today, the only day I wasn’t at home!? I was always home, but why now today of all days, where I wasn’t home. I could’ve slapped myself for leaving Chris alone. I believe he wanted me to be here, so that he could actually speak to me personally, even if he was still in a coma. God dammit.

 

I softly ran my hand over his cheek and bended forward to kiss his warm forehead.

 

“If you have anything to say, say it. I’ll be with you, here, forever if I have to. I won’t leave you ever again, I promise. I’ll get you out of this horrible place you’re in right now,” I whispered into his ear. Suddenly I realised that I was crying the whole time, and now I felt the traces of my tears drying. God, when did I become so emotional?

 

I kicked off my shoes and crawled up next to him, hugging him tightly. In my dreams I often imagined how it would feel if Chris was hugging me back. His long and slender arms holding my waist. His slim body touching mine.

In the first few months I had kept Chris here, I pushed these thoughts away, thinking they were wrong, disgusting. But they weren’t, no, they were just a result of feelings I’ve never experienced, something longing inside me that wants to be discovered. And how can this caring love about him be something bad? Maybe I’m just palliating, but honestly I don’t know.

I kissed him once more on his closed eyes and then stepped out off the bed. This was a special day, I had to do something.

 

 

Chapter nine

 

 

Chris’ POV

 

I opened my eyes.

 

The room was gone, so was my room comrade.

 

The light had faded away. I couldn’t see a thing. I blinked as much as I possibly could, but still, everything around me was dark.

I was scared. ‘Okay, so if I can’t see anything, I have to use my other senses’, I thought. I placed my hands beneath me, but there was nothing. It was like I was floating in air, but my surroundings were kind of thick. It felt like I was permanently falling, but I didn’t hit anything. There was no wind and it was like I was falling through a vacuum. I tremulously moved my arms around and tried to feel something that I can hold on. But there was nothing. It was like I was in space, in a very dark and lonely space. Not even stars were shining on me.

There was just nothing.

This had to be it.

Death.

Or maybe even hell, though I don’t know exactly why I ended up here. Was I such a bad person? Perhaps I was… I can’t really remember. Yeah well maybe that was the punishment you got, forgot everything you ever experienced and then end up in a dark nothing where nobody could hear your crying.

 

I sighed to myself and closed my eyes. I pulled my knees under my chin and wrapped my arms around them. I was a flying human meatball. I quietly snickered to myself when I had this picture of myself in front of my inner eye. Damn you must look really pathetic, I wondered loud.

 

“Well you certainly do!” somebody said.

 

“Huh? Who was that? H-hello…?” I opened my eyes again and looked around nervously, trying to see something. Oh my god I wasn’t alone anymore. In my enthusiasm I waved my arms around and suddenly hit something soft.

 

“GAH Chris you fool! Look out where you have your arms dammit!” the voice said again.

Now I recognized who it was. It was him, the tea drinking Till. Oh dear…

 

“Yeah sorry about that, I just can’t see you, you know. Actually I can’t see anything. This place is fucking dark!” I complained.

 

“Yes I know, but I have something that may help you.” Till said. Now that was a surprise! Hopefully he didn’t intend to drink tea with me.

 

“Uh okay. Just say where you are and maybe I can float over to-,“ I was interrupted by a strong hand that grabbed my leg. I let out a little shriek and covered my mouth with a hand. That was embarrassing.

 

“Geez stop acting so girly! Anyway,” he kind of made his way over to my face by grabbing the fabric of my clothes to not flow away, “Look at this!”

 

I heard a short scratching sound and suddenly little sparks fell down into the emptiness. Shortly after that a tiny flame appeared a few inches away from my face.

I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the light. Then I realised that Till had lit a match, and now he was holding it in front of my face.

 

“Wow…,” was everything I managed to say. I’ve never been so happy about a little light.

 

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Till’s face was glowing dark orange, and he looked away from the flame into my eyes.

 

“I only have this one match, so I have to help you before it burns down. Chris?,” he asked. I could hardly keep my eyes away from the light, because this could’ve been the last time that I could see something.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Take the match.” he commanded. I obeyed and took the little burning wooden stick out off his fingers. I held it carefully with both of my hands.

 

“Now listen. Look as closely as you can into the light. Do not blink, nor breathe. Just look into it, and you’ll see.” He spoke slowly and insistently. I nodded rapidly and looked into the flame. The match had already burned down half of its length.

 

“But what am I going to see?” I barely whispered, not letting the light out of my sight.

 

“You’ll see…,” he repeated, his voice weirdly echoing. All of a sudden his hand, which was holding on my shoulder, started to fall apart. It just broke into hundreds of small peaces that flew into the dark. So did his face. He let go of me and slowly moved backwards, out of my vision.

I held my breathe and desperately stared into the light. He said I will see. The match reached the end of its length, the flame went smaller.

“I will see,” I said aloud. The size of the flame decreased.

“I will see!” I yelled. The flame disappeared and only the dark red ember was left.

“LET ME SEE!!” I cried at the black and crooked stick.

Suddenly the flame came back again, and with such a power that I nearly lost the match in the shock. The flame got bigger and bigger, and hotter. It already had the size of a burning torch and I stared into the fire to detect something. Suddenly the flame got so big and hot that my hands started to hurt of the heat and I could barely hold the enormously match anymore. But Till said I must not drop the match. So I did as I was told and continued staring.

The flame went over on the skin of my hands, but I ignored it.

Little blisters formed themselves on my skin, but I ignored them.

My skin curled up and revealed the red flesh beneath, but I clenched my teeth and stared into the bright fire.

My clothes started to burn and turn into ash, so did the hair on my body, but I still held my breath.

When the gruesome, hurting fire reached my face and my chin started to burn, I couldn’t held my breath any longer and let out a cry of pain. My charred hands went open and dropped the match that was nothing but a huge fireball. The fire fell down into the infinity. My hurting eyes followed the light and I disregarded all the pain the fire caused.

Then something huge happened; the black space under me started to turn into a huge sea of flames. They got brighter with every second and soon I was engulfed in soft yellow light.

 

The pain faded away, and my burnt body healed. Suddenly I felt warm liquid around me. It smelled wonderful, fresh and clean. The scent reminded me of cinnamon and citrons. I kept my eyes shut to let this healing feeling flow over my entire body. The liquid circulated around my fingers and toes, and then I realised that I was completely naked.

Then I noticed this soft something at my back. I was actually laying on it. The weight of body came back and I didn’t feel that light anymore. There was also fresh air that blew over my face. Only then I risked to open an eye.

 

I saw candles of all sizes and colours everywhere around me. They were all glowing and creating a wonderful welcoming light.

I opened my other eye and blinked a few times. My glance wandered down, to see that I was lying in a bath tube. There was this soft and perfumy foam over my legs. I wanted to touch it but my arm felt so heavy that I couldn’t lift it.

I could only turn my head a little.

Suddenly this thing beneath me shifted. I couldn’t see it, because I couldn’t move my head enough side wards.

 

“Oh dear, I fell asleep again,” a male voice from behind said. Then I felt a hand stroking over my head. So I was laying on a man in a bath tube. I was creeped out.

 

“I just dreamed that you moved. That was lovely.” He spoke again.

I took all my courage and said, “I did.”

 

The next thing I knew was that this man yelled in amazement and moved up so much that his face was hovering over mine.

 

“Oh my god, oh my god!! Holy shit! Is this real!?” he asked over and over again. He had a nice face. But why was I in a bath tube together with him?

 

“Well I hope so, I don’t want to burn again…” I said rather to myself. The man happily pulled me close to himself so that I sat upright. I started shivering when my chest left the warm water.

 

“Chris, Chris! Are you alright? Are you okay?” the man asked me.

 

“Yes I think so. I’m just cold. But how come that everybody knows my name?” I turned my head so that I could see into his eyes. He looked at me strangely, the water dripping from his chin reflecting the lights of the countless candles.

 

“Chris, why shouldn’t I know your name?” He sounded worried.

 

“Because I do not know you…” I said confused. The man responded by widening his eyes.

 

“It’s me, Guy!”

 

 

 

I want to write a fic based on the quote in my sig. I just need to. It'll ship Chris/Jonny, but also Jonny/Guy. And maybe Fourplay if I'm generous.

My Fanfic:

 

I was so excited, I was going to a nice posh hotel to stay while Coldplay played in the same city for three shows, and it turned out that the actual band was staying in the hotel!! :o

 

As I checked in I saw Chris, he was drunk. He invited me back to his room and we had hawt sex in the shower. Then Chris and Jonny had sex and I got to watch while giving Guy a handjob. It was great. :awesome: Then Chris thought he should break up with that bitch Guenyth because she's a whore, and the kids were annoying, and we lived in the hotel forever and had hawt sex. It was really cool. But then Chris realized he was gay and got together with Jonny which was super cute, and we had a 3-way every other Sunday, and I had to marry Guy, but that was ok coz he's a sexual tiger

 

 

 

 

 

thanks so much you guys :sweatdrop: I worked hard on this

Druids Came Out of the Trees

 

Part 4

 

 

"You are safe now, Jon,"

The tallest man said

He bent over the sheep and

Pulled the arrow out of its head

 

"We mean you no harm,

We wish to greet you

Don't be afraid of us

We can be tame like you, too."

 

The man picked the blood off the arrow

And held out his hand

Jonny inched back a little, thought

He's a strange one, this man

 

"We are the Druids,"

The men chorused together

"We live off Mother Earth

And beg her for good weather.

 

"Sometimes she answers,

Sometimes she ignores.

And if she doesn't,

We dance on her 'til she implores

 

Us to stop this raging

Unnecessary pain

Then she'll bring a bounty

Of goat's milk and rain!"

 

The white robed men

Started to whoop, twirl and dance

When they did this, Jonny

Saw they didn't wear underpants

 

Jonny shielded his eyes, but

The strange men kept on

"So, you wanted to come

To our party, Jon?"

 

"Yessss! Yesss!" squealed Jonny

"Where is it, for bebop's sake?"

I wanna dance to some jazz!

I wanna eat some cake!"

 

A stubby Druid replied

With carefully-hid fury,

"You are here, dear Jon,

In the field in Glastonbury."

 

"Follow us," a bald Druid cried

And he raised his staff

When he led them a-skipping,

Jonny couldn't help but laugh

 

Babbling and jumping

As Jonny followed the Druids

He paid no attention to them

As they mixed some green fluids...

--------

They arrived in a meadow

Surrounded by oaks

Where there were even more

Strange white-robed folks

 

As lambchops were served

And drunk faces glowed

This place was wilder

Than the pit at a Coldplay show

 

A big, flat stone table

Sat in the middle of the crowd

Who by the minute

Was getting more and more loud

 

"Silence!" Called the tall Druid

"I have brought to this feast

Jon Buckland, our idol,

Who has endured a great beast!"

 

"Ah, it was only a sheep,"

Jonny said sheepishly

The women giggled

And stared hungrily

 

"Bring out the mutton!

Bring out the wine and the gin!

Don't give a long speech!

Let the feast begin!"

 

 

I don't want to make the chapter too long, so I've decided to break up the feast scene even more.

It Was All...

Part 1

 

 

“You know I love you so.”

 

Every night I hear him sing those words to a faceless crowd of fans. Most nights I close my eyes, let my body be absorbed into the music, and imagine he's singing them to me.

 

Why is it that everyone always falls in love with Chris? Is it because he's a frontman, or is he a frontman because everyone falls in love with him? He does have this sort of quirky charm. He's always cracking jokes backstage. And he's got the most beautiful laugh, accompanied by a gorgeous smile, the kind that could brighten up even the darkest of days. He's always favoring Jonny, though, both on stage and off. Everyone can see that there's something between them. Will and I have had conversations about this. We both came to the conclusion that they must have been a thing at some point, if not only for a short while, because there's so much chemistry between them, and it's so much more than friendship. They're practically soul mates.

 

That's why I cry myself to sleep at night. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it does make me feel awful. When we're playing a show, Chris will always wander to Jonny's side of the stage. I just try to ignore it and look down at my bass. Sometimes it doesn't always work, though, and I'll see them laughing, Chris obviously flirting with Jonny. Jonny just soaks it up. He loves every minute of it. Why wouldn't he? If I were him, I'd do the same.

 

I can't be mad at Jonny, anyway, because he's my best friend. He's everyone's best friend. If Chris didn't exist, I think we all might be in love with Jonny instead. He's just always there, and he always listens, not matter what you have to say. He's immensely trustworthy, too. So, I decided to talk to him about my problem.

 

Five minutes after the end of our concert, when everyone was either showering or leaving, I sat quietly in the dressing room, waiting for Jonny to walk in. I looked over at the racks of clothes that were shoved up against the wall. They put Chris's clothes and mine next to each other. How nice. Jonny's were on the other side of Chris's. How fitting. Since there was nothing else to do but wait, I started to daydream, conjuring up fantasies of Chris and I. They mostly consisted of me telling him how I felt, and him telling me he felt the same, which I desperately wished would happen. While I was trapped in my own imagination, the door opened.

 

“Guy! Thank God you're here,” Jonny said as he rushed over to my side. “I need to talk to you.”

 

“Sure, what it is?” He sat down beside me and readjusted his cap.

 

“It's about Chris.” Of course it was. “And me,” he added. I swallowed.

 

“OK.”

 

“You guys think there's something between us?” he asked, his head lowered and his eyes focused on the dark blue carpet.

 

“Isn't there?”

 

“Not that I'm aware of.” He looked up at me. “Guy, I know.”

 

“You know?”

 

“I know how you feel about Chris.”

 

“What? How?”

 

“We're best friends, right? We just know these things.” I sighed. He had a point. I don't think I took very strong measures to hide my feelings, anyway.

 

“Do you think Chris knows?”

 

“Right. That's another thing I need to talk to you about.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“What if I, uh... what if I told him?”

 

“WHAT?!” I shouted, jumping to my feet. Jonny cowered a little in his seat.

 

“It slipped, OK? It's not like I was a hundred percent sure, anyway. I don't think he really believed me.”

 

“Oh, God, Jonny! He probably hates me now.”

 

“Why would you think that? He's Chris, he's not gonna hate you for liking him.”

 

“Yeah, but...” I sighed again. He had a point. I sat back down, and rubbed a hand across my forehead. “What should I do, then?”

 

“Talk to him.”

 

“What do I say?”

 

“Well... just casually talk to him first. Pretend like nothing's going on. Then, if he brings it up...”

 

“Panic?” I shrieked.

 

“I'm sorry, Guy. I can talk to him for you, if you like.”

 

“You already talked to him, that's what got me in this mess in the first place.”

 

“Yeah, but since I started it, maybe I can help you out.”

 

“But I don't want him to know.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“What if it doesn't work out? Then I'll be miserable and alone.”

 

Jonny silently looked around the room. It was almost as if he was checking to make sure no one else was in there. After seeing the coast was clear, he lowered his voice and said, “If I confess something to you, will you forgive me?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“OK. When we were younger, I was sorta in your position.” He anxiously tapped his fingers on his leg. It took me a second to work out what he was trying to say.

 

“You had a thing for Chris?” It wasn't all too surprising. It was a bit comforting, though, to know that Jonny and I were in the same boat.

 

“Oh, yeah. And he found out.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“Nothing. Except now he's always teasing me about it. That's what everyone seems to mistake for him flirting with me or something.”

 

“No one else knows this?”

 

“No one else but Chris. And no one else but Chris knows about you.”

 

“Do you think he'll start making fun of me now, too?” I asked. That was all I needed, for the man I was in love with to start mocking me in front of thousands of people. Jonny's answer shocked me, though.

 

“No,” he said.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because... I think he likes you a lot more than he likes me.” He slightly raised his eyebrows and emphasized, “A lot more.”

 

 

Wish I was as good as some of the writers on here. :awesome:

And You Carry The One - Chapter 3

 

 

The band looked around confused at the cheering crowd. It took a second before they realized were at a concert. Were they back home? Did Fred take them back? No. They’d be in their hotel. Chris looked around in bewilderment. He realized something. The whole crowd was made up of a million little versions of Fred. He stepped on something. He looked down at his feet. Fred left a sticky note by his feet on the stage.

 

I see you picked the stripped one. These are my relatives. They love your band (I really don‘t see why). Yes, even in other dimensions your famous. Give them a good show or else. You wouldn’t want a repeat of last time, now would you Chris? - Fred

 

He swallowed and looked at Jonny. He was hugging his guitar, looking confused.

 

Last time.

 

Last time they’d taken him. No, not again, not him.

 

He called the band to huddle up. Will was still angry with him. Oh well, live and learn (although he‘d obviously hadn‘t learnt anything from last time).

 

“Alright guys, Fred wants us to play a show for his relatives. What should we play?” he said.

 

“Oh Oh Oh! I know! Pick me!” said Guy said excitedly as he waved his hand in the air.

 

Chris smiled.

 

“Guy do you have an idea?” he said

 

“Chinese Sleep Chant.” said Guy happily.

 

“That’d just put the little fuckers to sleep.” said Will.

 

Guy was defeated. You just don’t argue with Will, so he said nothing.

 

“I say if Fred’s relatives want a show so bad let them chose.” said Jonny.

 

“Yeah alright, let’s go with that.” Chris said.

 

Guy mumbled something under his breath. Chris laughed.

 

“After the song they chose we’ll play Chinese Sleep Chant Guy. I promise.”

 

Guy smiled as he went to his spot on stage. Chris went up to the microphone and announced:

 

“Ok ok. So Mr. Fred has asked us to play for you guys. But we have a problem. We can’t seem to figure out what song to play, so were going to let one of you guys chose.”

 

The crowd of Freds roared with enthusiasm.

 

“Alright how bout that handsome young gentleman in the front.”

 

The spotlight shone on one of the Freds. The crowd went silent.

 

“I’m not a man.” said the little Fred.

 

Oops Chris thought. They all look the same.

 

“Sorry not you dear, I meant the gentleman near you. But since the spotlight seems to have picked you, why don‘t you chose instead?” He put on his nicest smile.

 

Nice cover Christopher. He thought to himself.

 

“Err….” the little Fred thought.

 

“Don’t be shy. We’ll play any song you like, you name it.”

 

“Can’t Get You Out Of My Head.” the Fred said shyly.

 

“Oh I think I know that one. You heard her, start the music.”

 

Chris danced over to the piano as the drums and guitars started up.

 

Alright Chris. Make it good. Don’t want a repeat of last time. No, definitely don’t want a repeat of last time. Jonny’s in front of you. Nice smile Jonny. Makes you look hotter than usual. Oh shit. Better start playing. He hit the first cords on the piano. The music flowed through him.

 

“Oh I just can’t get you out of my head,

Boy, your lovin is all I think about.

I just can’t get you out of my head,

Boy it’s more than I dare to think about.”

 

The crowd cheered. The stage boomed with music. Chris kept staring Jonny.

 

It’s more than I dare to think about.

 

“I just can’t get you out of my head,

Boy it’s more than I dare to dream about.

I just can’t get you out of my head.

Boy it’s more than I dare to think about.

Aaaaaand there‘s a daaaark seeeeecret in me.

Oh, don‘t leave me locked, in your heaaaaart.

Won’t you then stay.

Won’t you then,

Stay forever, and ever and ever and ever.”

 

Won’t you stay. Stay forever.

 

“Oh I just can’t get you out of my head.

Boy your lovin is all I think about.

I just can’t get you out of my head.

Boy it’s more than I dare to dream about.

And every night and eeeevery day.

Oh just keep me locked, in your heaaaart.

Oh and won’t you staaaaay.

Won’t you staaaaaaay. Stay forever.”

 

The crowd was chanting, La la la la. La la la. La la la.

 

The guitars and drums ended the song. Chris was sweaty and looked at Jonny thoughtfully for a moment.

 

I just can’t get you out of my head. It’s all I dare to think about.

 

He snapped out of it quickly.

 

“Alright now, Guy really wanted us to perform this song tonight. And I promised him we’d do it. So here it is. Chinese Sleep Chant.”

 

The crowd roared with approval. Chris jogged to his guitar. Another sticky note.

 

After your finished with your performance go to the back of the stadium. My friends will dive you to where you’ll be spending the night. - Fred

 

He crumpled it up and threw it.

 

The guitars started.

 

“Oh, fall asleep, fall asleep.

sleep satisfied, sleep satisfied”

 

The drums started.

 

“Fall asleep, fall asleep

Sleep satisfied, sleep satisfied.”

 

The little Fred’s started to get drowsy it seemed.

 

“Oh, sleep, sleep.

Just sleep, sleep.

Sleep, sleep satisfied.

Oh sleep satisfied.”

 

The little Fred’s had fallen asleep. The band left their instruments and jumped off the stage.

 

“Fred left me a note on the guitar. It said if we go to the back his friends will take us to our hotel.” said Chris to them.

 

“Alright let’s go.” said Guy.

 

They walked to the back. There were two limousines waiting for them. Wasn’t one enough?

 

“Fred has informed us you need a ride to your hotel. Two of you can ride in the front limo. Two in the back limo.” a tall, but nice looking man said.

 

“Why? One limos enough.” said Guy.

 

“We have a special guest who needs entertainment in the front limo. The back limo will take the other two to the hotel.” said the tall man.

 

“Well I’ll go in the front limo. I still feel like performing some more. Who‘s the guest?” said Guy.

 

Just when he said that a tall slim man came out of the front limo.

 

“I am.” he said.

 

Holy crap. It was Michael Jackson.

 

 

SPRING & WINTER

Chapter 10

 

 

 

The moment I walked past the threshold of the house, I expected to feel bored and gloomy. But as I tiptoed through the door, waiting for the raincloud to come swirling in above my head, I found that it never did arrive. I felt fine walking around the hall, and fine going up the stairs. In fact, I felt more than fine. I felt joyful.

 

I gave a small, white flower I’d collected to one of the younger servant girls, and felt even better about myself. Then I sought out my mother and gave her the other flowers I’d stuffed into my pocket. “Why, thank you, Chris!” she said, beaming. She held the blossoms in between her pale fingers and studied them carefully. “These are lovely.”

 

After giving away all of the flowers, I went looking for Will. I finally found him in the kitchens, speaking to a pretty woman with short, dark hair. They didn’t notice me, so I automatically hung back and waited. Finally, Will happened to glance back, and his eyes widened in shock. “Sir! I’m sorry; how long have you been there?”

 

The girl nearly dropped the apple she was peeling, and looked rather frightened. “Oh, it’s quite all right,” I chirped, grinning broadly. Will, who still looked surprised, patted the girl’s arm.

 

“Don’t worry, Marianne,” I heard him say. “He’s a friend.”

 

“So, William...who trains the horses?” I asked nonchalantly.

 

“I’m not sure of his name, sir, you’d have to ask Mrs. Bennett. She takes care of that sort of thing. Is there a problem with one of the animals?”

 

“Well, the horse I was riding earlier tended to stop a lot and eat when he wasn’t supposed to.”

 

“Ah...” said William, gravely. “I see. I can ask her, if you wish.”

 

“No, no, that’s quite all right. I’ll ask her. Thank you anyway, my good man.”

 

William stared at me for a second, obviously trying to figure out why I looked so damned chipper. “So, I take it the ride with Mr. Berryman went well?”

 

“Yes! Well, one part was rather embarrassing, but he really is a charming fellow...” I trailed off, noticing that William was chuckling.

 

“What is so amusing about that? Pray tell.”

 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Martin, it’s just that...I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite this joyful since before the party.”

 

“Well, Mr. Champion, I can honestly say that it was a relief to get away from this place for a little while.”

 

“Indeed, sir.”

 

“I’ll see you later.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Stop calling me ‘sir’.”

 

“Of course, sir.” William chuckled again, and I giggled like a little boy. I admit; that was a bit odd, even for me.

 

That night, I went to bed cheery, but woke up terrified the next morning. I’d dreamt about Guy. And not in a completely innocent way, either. It was horribly strange, and every time I thought about him after that, I would get an odd, fluttery feeling in my stomach. I really couldn’t stop thinking about him.

 

In a day, I’d gone from content to uncomfortable; and it was all because of that little dark-haired bastard.

 

 

 

Losing Grip (Part 12)

 

 

 

 

Another month flashed by me...

 

 

Chris was upset with me for about a week, and then things kind of changed back to normal. I guess Brooke didn't like me that much either, because she left right after Chris and never came back. But that wasn't what reallysurprised me.

 

What surprised me was Julia, the love of my life. She wasn't angry with me at all, it seemed as if she knew exactly how I felt. I didn't know how but, she seemed happy with absolutely everything that happened to her and everything that effected her life. Even before she meet Chris, she was just full of sunshine all the time.

 

Anyhow, Julia had offered to set me a date with one of her friends, April, but I told I didn't want to. I knew April from the time we watched movies at Jonny's house. I didn't not like her, it's just that she always chose to ignore me, so I had a feeling she didn't like me.

 

 

I heard my loud and obnoxious ringtone interrupt my evening nap. "Who the hell would be calling at..." I looked at the clock. "Oh wait, it's 4pm.." I already forgot that it was just a nap. I blindly grabbed my cellphone from my nightstand and answered.

 

"Hey."

 

"Hey, Guy." A sweet voice called back to me.

 

"Oh. Hi Julia!" I sat up in my bed, not caring why she would call me.

 

"I know it's short notice, but do you want to get some dinner with me, Chris, Chloe, Will, Marianne and Jonny?" I could feel my face glowing with joy. I hadn't seen them in weeks.

 

"Yes of course!" She told me the restaurant was just down the street and that we would be meeting there in 2 hours.

 

"Wait, what's the occasion?" I asked curiously. I looked towards the calendar hanging on the wall beside the bed. It was only the 10th of May...

 

"Nothing special. Just my birthday."

 

I felt guilty of not knowing. "Oh..."

 

"Don't worry, it's no big deal, anyways." She said, really making no big deal of it. I guess Chris was the one that probably wanted to go out for the occasion.

 

"Well, how many years young are you?" I laughed, I didn't want to make her feel old if she was older than I had expected.

 

"Thirty." I was expecting a little younger.

 

"Oh. That's still young."

 

"Not really." She laughed softly. "Listen, I'll see you then. Bye."

 

"Bye." And I hung up. Inside I squeaked like a teenage girl, and Jesus, I didn't know why on Earth I was so excited.

 

 

 

Where The Magic Happens

And You Carry The One - Chapter 4

 

 

They all covered their ears when they heard what they thought was a little girl screaming. They all turned around. Of course, it was Will.

 

“Goddamit Will. Any higher and you could have broken glass.” said Chris as he uncovered his ears.

 

“……….uh….” Will tried to say something. He had always been a HUGE fan of Michael Jackson. The band members were the only ones who knew about his obsession. He never liked to call it obsessive though. He called himself ‘a well informed fan’.

 

“I thought you were dead.” said Jonny.

 

“No, I got tired of it there. I knew how to get here, so I just left.” Michael said.

 

They were all speechless except for Chris.

 

This is my chance to get Jonny alone. The things we could do together……….The guy asked for two people. Guy already volunteered. Will wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with the love of his life.

 

“You said two people can ride with Michael right? Well Will can go too. Sorry MJ, I’m tired and I really want to get some sleep. Traveling through strange dimensions really takes a lot out of a guy. I am a big fan, but Will’s obsessed with your music. I’d be terrible of me to deny him a chance to meet you. I hope we meet again. I’d like to know a bit more about the great Michael Jackson. Come on Jonny let‘s get in the limo.” Chris seemed to say all that in one sentence. He shaked Michael’s hand and motioned for Jonny to follow him.

 

“But I wanted to…….” Jonny was cut off by Chris pulling him into the limo and shutting the door behind them.

 

“Why’d you do that?” said Jonny, a little anger in his voice.

 

“Do what?” Chris said.

 

“You know I’ve always wanted to meet Michael Jackson.”

 

“Of course you wanted to. We all wanted to, but Will wanted to more. And Guy already called it. You know Guy, he’s like a puppy. Gets hurt easily. I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

 

“But we’ll never get another chance to meet him.”

 

“He was with one of Fred’s friends. Fred probably knows him. He owes us for the concert. We can meet MJ some other time. Besides the limos already taking us to the hotel.”

 

The car started up.

 

“You know how Fred gets. He won’t let us meet him just because he owes us. If anything we owe him from last time.” said Jonny.

 

Chris looked at him and swallowed. Last time.

 

“Last time isn’t going to happen again. And you could always flash him one of your nice smiles and he’ll be sure to say yes.”

 

Jonny smiled a little when he said that.

 

“Yeah like that.” Chris said smiling. Jonnys smiles were infectious.

 

They didn’t say anything for a few moments. Chris broke the silence and pretended to yawned.

 

“I’m tired. Aren’t you tired? I feel like a fucking rock. Can’t wait to get to the hotel.” he said sleepily.

 

But Jonny was already asleep leaning against the car window. Chris smiled and closed his eyes. It was raining now. He listened to the droplets hitting the window as he thought. You don’t know how lovely you are Jonny.

 

 

Don't Panic

 

Prologue

 

 

 

 

No matter if it rained or if the sun shone brightly in the blue sky, Will would always wake up at 6 in the morning to the sound of the neighbor’s rooster. It was flawless. The friendly animal would always be on time and never any quieter or any louder than before.

 

Will liked this sense of dependency and trust in the feathery creature.

 

He would wake up, breathing in the smell of his wife’s sweet fragrance, put his feet on the cold wooden floor and put on his slippers that stood invariably next to his bedside table. He pondered putting a rug on the floor so that he wouldn’t have to face the cold floor in the morning but he didn’t care for them. He pondered not taking his socks off but he didn’t care for that either. He pondered putting his slippers right on the spot where he’d touch the floor but somehow that didn’t appeal to him either.

 

It was these kinds of thoughts that raced through his head as he got up everyday. He blamed it on the sleep but the truth was that he liked having these weird habits and thoughts that made him seem more like a true rock star. If it wasn’t for this, he would be as generic, as mundane as everyone. He liked being just like everybody else but he also liked having his own quirks, silly and insignificant as they were.

 

Today was going to be a sunny day. There was a hint of a fog but he could see the clear sky ahead and its shade indicated that the sun would prevail.

 

“Guess we’ll go to the amusement park.” Will muttered, thinking out loud.

 

“What, honey?” His wife asked him, sleepily, looking at him, propped on her elbow.

 

“Nothing, I was just talking to myself.” He smiled at her. “I’m gonna check on the kids.” He said, going over to her and giving her a small kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

He arrived at the studio a week later to see Chris outside staring at the former white building.

 

“I can’t believe this.” Will murmured, stunned at the sight before him.

 

“I can’t believe it took this long for something like this to happen.” Chris replied, sadly and apparently not surprised.

 

Will glanced at him, worried. He was surprised that this happened and the fact that Chris wasn’t made him even more shocked. He knew there were people that didn’t like their music but destroying their workplace was another thing.

 

The walls were filled with offensive and threatening words and pieces of glass were visible on the pavement, having fallen form the shattered windows above. The whole place looked depressive and awfully tainted.

 

Police officers were in and out of the building, trying to discover more clues on who could be the people that vandalized their studio.

 

Guy appeared at their side, running, stopping immediately when he saw the sight before him. “Oh my God!” He put his hands on his head, his expression utterly sad.

 

Right behind him was Jonny, also running towards the place, only stopping near the officers. He began questioning them and trying to get inside. The fact that he couldn’t go in and do something made him feel even more helpless.

 

“Who the hell did this?” Jonny asked, shakily.

 

Will shrugged. “Nobody knows.”

 

He walked in the direction of the door, trying to sneak a quick look inside. He could see their instruments lying on the floor smashed and completely broken. Their entire work was destroyed, their intimate place violated and they could feel as if that assault was a physical abuse to themselves.

 

He couldn’t see that image of destruction anymore. He turned around and walked past his friends to go home as fast as he could. He needed to feel safe and comfortable and this place no longer provided that.

 

Guy followed him, reaching him as he was about to enter his car.

 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You are really pale. Maybe I should drive you home.”

 

Will didn’t respond, he just kept his hold tight on the door of the car, his knuckles white and his eyes firmly set on ground beneath their feet.

 

“Will?” Guy shook put a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him. “Man, look at me.” As Will did as he was told, he continued. “Get in the other side of the car. I’m driving you.”

 

“What? No, I’m going by myself.” Will replied, finally aware of what Guy was saying.

 

“I didn’t ask a favor. I ordered. Now, give me the keys and get in the car.” Guy added, firmly.

 

Will handed him his car keys, with a sigh. He didn’t want to freak out or exaggerate. That wasn’t like him. But the whole situation brought so many memories he had tried so hard to forget. The drive was not too long but it gave Guy time to ask endlessly what upset him so much.

 

“It’s nothing. You were upset too, so why wouldn’t I be?” Will tried to defend himself.

 

“Come on, you know it’s not just that. I hate it when you treat me life a dumb person…” Guy sighed. The fact that his tone wasn’t angry made Will want to tell him. He knew Guy was actually hurt that he wasn’t trusting him with his personal problems. And that made him feel even worse.

 

“I know I’m not the person people go to share their problems but… fuck, that’s not my fault. I’m trustworthy…” He kept saying. Will had a feeling he just wanted to let it out. He was visibly disturbed by the whole situation. “And I’m a good listener, I really am. But no one gives me the chance. One of these days, people will come to me and I won’t take their shit-”

 

“I was bullied many times in school.” Will interrupted him, rendering him silent.

 

For a couple of minutes, there was nothing but the sound of the car moving and the mundane sounds outside, muffled by the tense silence that fell upon them.

 

“I… I, I don’t even… know what to say.” Guy admitted. “Do you want to talk about it?” He glanced at his friend, tentatively.

 

Will shrugged. “There’s not much to talk about. It’s just that. Bullying.”

 

“But what made you think about it now?” Guy asked, trying to get him to open up. He would have never dreamed that Will had been a victim of that kind of maltreatment. In all fairness, he was ashamed to admit he would sooner picture Will as a bully than as a victim.

 

“I… I had already lived like this for a little while. I would come home from school and I would find my room trashed and dirty… Whenever the kids skipped class, I was certain I would find it like that. They would touch my stuff, move it around, write… things on my books… And I never said anything then. My window was easy to open and it wasn’t hard to climb up to it at all.”

 

Guy was speechless. For once, it wasn’t his unwillingness to talk, it was his inability to do it that left him gasping for words.

 

“I know it sounds stupid and I know I should have done something to stop the whole harassment at school and tell my parents what they were doing to my room, but I just didn’t have the courage.” Will admitted, his head low and Guy could see him biting his lip from the corner of his eye.

 

It was unimaginable for him to see his friend so vulnerable and emotionally hurt. He was always the strong, fearless one. But he was also, one of the sweetest people he knew. How could anyone do anything like that to him? How could anyone hurt him so deeply?

 

“I am so sorry you ever had to go through that.” Guy said, sincerely. “I never, ever, would have even dreamt that you had gone through that kind of stuff.”

 

“No one ever would.” Will shrugged, quietly.

 

 

 

Don't Panic

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

A week had passed since they found the studio completely turned upside down, clear messages of hate and violence spread across the walls.

 

None of the four men had returned to the place and it seemed like none of them ever wanted to. It wouldn’t be the same.

 

They got together at Will’s place to play some songs they had been working on. Will insisted they come to his home because he didn’t want to get out of the house because the twins were a little bit under the weather and he wanted to keep an eye on them. He wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the whole truth and Guy knew it. He just didn’t feel confident about leaving the house, afraid of what could happen in his absence.

 

“So, who wants to eat?” Will asked one afternoon, as they decided to finish the rehearsal for that day.

 

“Finally!” Chris beamed. “I didn’t wanna be the one to say it.”

 

“Like that ever stopped you before.” Jonny muttered to Guy.

 

“What did you say?” Chris asked.

 

“Nothing. I’m hungry too, let’s go out.” Jonny said, getting off the couch.

 

Guy could swear he had seen a look of terror on Will’s face. “Why don’t we stay in? I already have snacks for us.” Will said, going into the kitchen.

 

The other two men just looked confused. Will was never the type of man to refuse going out to eat and he wasn’t the type of man to prepare food that much ahead either.

 

“Sure, sounds great.” Chris finally nodded, shrugging at Jonny.

 

“Yeah.” The guitarist agreed, going into the kitchen, behind Will and Chris.

 

Guy wasn’t convinced. He didn’t say anything though. He would wait to see how things would go. Will couldn’t hide from his problems for too long and sooner or later he was going to need his friends. The incident at their studio opened a wound he thought had healed a long time ago. He was wrong. It was still as fresh and painful as it was at that time and Guy knew he would have to wait for the moment the drummer decided to face his past demons.

 

For now, he would eat and pretend nothing was wrong, if that was what Will wanted.

 

 

They were laughing and talking about nothing in particular when Will’s wife came home with the kids, the twins running in the living room’s direction, landing on their father’s lap on the couch. Behind them, Will’s wife and older daughter came into the room, greeting the four men.

 

“So, what did you guys do at the park today?” Chris asked as Juno came to sit beside him, jumping into his arms.

 

“We played a lot.” The little kid said, eyes and smile wide at the blue-eyed man. “And we have a new friend.”

 

“We do, we do.” Rex joined in, excitedly nodding.

 

“Ah, that’s great! But I’m still your best friend, right?”Chris asked, with a serious face.

 

“Of course!” The twins replied, their expressions matching Chris’s.

 

“I knew it.” Chris whispered to Jonny, happily.

 

“What about you, princess?” Guy asked, when Ava quietly came to sit near him. “Did you have fun at the park?”

 

The little girl didn’t say anything for a while.

 

“Anything wrong, sweetie?” Will asked, taking her into his lap.

 

She shook her head, looking at her hands and leaning her head into her father’s shoulder.

 

“A little boy tried to make her give him her sweets.” Marianne said, her face showing how upset she was over the incident. “She wasn’t backing down and he wasn’t either. That’s why we came this early.”

 

Will became tense and looked down at his daughter, worried and angry at the kid that made her this upset.

 

“Hey, honey, it’s okay, daddy’s here and that boy won’t bother you again, okay?” Will tried to reassure her.

 

Guy stood silent, just observing Will’s behavior. He was about to burst in anger, he could tell, but he was trying to stay calm for his daughter’s sake.

 

Ava nodded and held on tight to Will’s arm, as he stood up and took her to her bedroom. The twins followed them, each one holding their mother’s hands.

 

“Man, kids can be so cruel sometimes.” Jonny sighed.

 

“I know. That boy was lucky Ava isn’t a replica of Will, or else he’d get so beaten up.” Chris replied.

 

“I don’t think Will was like that when he was a kid.” Guy said, quietly.

 

“Mmhh, I never really thought about it but I always assumed he would kick my ass if we had met in kindergarten or something like that. I was always prone to that kind of reaction, somehow.” Chris mused.

 

“Luckily, I never had those problems growing up.” Jonny declared, satisfied.

 

“Me neither.” Guy said. “Kids preferred to ignore me.”

 

Chris looked at him, surprised. “Really? I always imagined you were the popular one that messed with other kids.”

 

“Well, looks can be deceiving and I think that applies to Will as well…” Guy said, not letting them know what Will had to go through while growing up. If he did, he had a suspicion Will wouldn’t be that worried about punching him in the face.

 

“I guess so.” Chris said, looking down at his hands. “Poor thing, such a sweet little girl and already with this kind of shit happening to her.”

 

The other two nodded, helplessly.

 

"But I'm sure it's just a one time thing." Chris said, trying to lift the mood.

 

In the other room, Will rocked Ava in her chair, lulling her into sleep. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. He didn’t think he could handle this much longer. He didn’t want his daughter to suffer the same way he did.

 

 

 

Don't Panic

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

 

“Ava, Uncle Guy is here to pick you up.” Will said.

 

“Great!” She ran out of her room, excited. She knew that Uncle Guy meant Nico, which meant she had someone to play with at the park. Also, she knew that with her little friend the mean kids wouldn’t bother her and if they did, Nico could be tough, she had seen it.

 

“All that excitement just for me?” Guy asked her with his right eyebrow raised in mock suspicion, while she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

 

The little girl giggled and answered truthfully. “No.”

 

“Then why are you so happy?” He asked.

 

As if on cue, Nico appeared from behind him, emerging from the twins’ room where she was hiding. “She’s happy because I’m here!”

 

Will and Guy laughed as the two girls jumped around, greeting each other. It was like this every single time.

 

“Let’s go, girls. You better hurry, that is if you want ice cream…” Guy trailed off, shrugging.

There was no need for another incentive. They were out of the door in two seconds, followed by Guy, leaving Will alone in the house. His wife and the twins were at the doctor’s for a routine appointment and afterwards, they were going to his parents-in law’s house to spend the afternoon with their cousins.

 

He didn’t know what to do with himself now. He didn’t have to work, he didn’t feel like lazing around and he had no intent on leaving the house. That left him with one option: calling Chris.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

“You know, I never knew you had a hot tub in your house.” Chris mused, as he put another cookie in his already full mouth.

 

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth.” Will reprimanded him.

 

“You sound just like my wife.” Chris mumbled. “Or my mom or dad. Or like Jonny or Guy….”

 

Will was already regretting calling him. He wouldn’t shut up and he didn’t even have anything remotely specific to talk about. He would just construct sentences to make sounds, disregarding the content.

 

“…Or like the boys that would shut me in lockers in middle school…” He continued, with an expression that clearly revealed he was seeing those images in his head.

 

Will looked at him, sideways. “You really had to go through that?” He asked him.

 

“Yeah.” Chris said, like it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. Still, to this day, he couldn’t believe how far he had come from what he was back when he was a fragile, yet somewhat happy teenager. “What did you think? That I was a popular kid? Girls didn’t get near me and boys hated me… I’m lucky I found you guys in college or else…” He sighed.

 

“… You would have to live in a permanent hell like always.” Will finished for him.

 

Chris looked at him. “Exactly.”

 

A look of understanding passed between the two men. They didn’t need to say anything, for it was obvious what the other was thinking and saying in their minds.

 

“I never told anyone of what happened to me. At least, not any details.” Chris blurted out, after a few minutes of silence.

 

“I did. My only friend knew what was happening. But, unfortunately, the same thing was happening to him.” Will said, quietly, looking out the window of his living room.

 

Chris nodded, comprehending the situation. He felt bad for ever thinking Will would be the type of boy that would do to other kids what so many boys had done to the two of them. Mistreating and deeply hurting them. That was the thing: they still felt the pain, they still remembered. It wasn’t a physical matter per se. It was a matter of scaring them, of harming them in an emotional level, of humiliating them. The kind of hurt it took years to heal. The type of pain it took an eternity to forget.

 

“I wish I had told my parents.” Will sighed. “I had never felt so lost and alone like that in my life. I just wanted to disappear, become completely invisible to those boys. I wasn’t weak physically but still… I just wasn’t able to deal with that kind of stuff. I never imagined people could be like that. I guess I am who I am now because I don’t trust people that easily, no matter how great they are. I need time.”

 

“I know.” Chris said, staring into his friend’s face.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

“The police said they want to meet us down at the station.” Jonny said, as he got off the phone in the middle of their rehearsal. “Seems like they found out who did that to the studio.”

 

The other three looked relieved. They didn’t say anything but it was clear they had all been fearing that episode could happen again and, worst of all, it could happen to one of their homes. They were eager to see who did this to them, to get some closure on the whole ordeal.

 

“Finally.” Chris sighed. “When I get a good look at those pricks, I am so gonna…” Chris scrunched up his face, searching for something to say.

 

“Cry?” Will suggested, his eyebrows raised.

 

“No.” Chris said.

 

“Laugh?” Will tried again.

 

“No.”

 

“Hum, pee your pants?” Will asked.

 

“No! I am going to do something. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll do something for sure.” Chris said.

 

“Let’s go, ladies, we don’t have time for this silly talk.” Guy said, already going out the door. “The sooner we’re done with this, the sooner we can get those people in jail.”

 

Jonny was right behind him, walking along with Will.

 

“He can be so bossy sometimes. It’s like he’s our teacher or something.” Jonny said, seemingly annoyed.

 

“More like our dad, really.” Will agreed. “But he’s right, no time to waste. We still have to meet with Phil this afternoon and we need to work on that song or else it’ll just end up forgotten.”

 

“Oh yeah, Phil’s coming today.” Jonny remembered. “Chris didn’t shut up about it for two weeks. Come on, the man goes away for a nice vacation and Chris just gets on my nerves because he won’t answer the phone everyday, like he wanted him to.” Jonny shook his head.

 

“That sounds like the Chris I know.” Will grinned.

 

“Why are you talking about me?” Chris said, as he approached them.

 

“No reason.” Both said immediately.

 

 

 

I hope it's not too much too fast. Read at your own pace :) Enjoy!

 

Don't Panic

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

Will’s POV

 

 

 

I wasn’t ready for this.

 

I wasn’t in any possible way prepared for the prospect of seeing them again. It was incredibly surreal that the same people that used to mistreat me in school would shatter the studio my band used to work at.

 

All because of me. If it wasn’t for me, my friends wouldn’t have to deal with this mess. But if it wasn’t for those sad human being beings I wouldn’t have to be here either.

 

They were saying they just wanted to scare me a little bit. It was just a joke.

 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. After all this time, they still tried to get away with the same excuse. For them, harassing me in a daily basis was just a joke. Leaving me threatening messages on my locker was just a joke. And now, trashing our studio was just a joke.

 

“Just shut up.” I said, finally finding the words. We had been sitting in front of a mirror, the only thing separating us from the three men that broke into our studio to trash it.

 

The police officers had told us we could see them, I guess to find some answers. But we didn’t need their answers or their explanations. Quite frankly, I needed them to get the hell away from my face, because I could feel my anger swelling in my veins with every breath I took.

 

I could see Guy watching me from his place in the corner of the room. He was the only one standing up and he didn’t seem that interested in the three men ahead of Jonny, Chris and myself. He was concentrated on us instead.

 

“Do you have any idea the damage you made to that studio? Do you know how much it’s gonna cost us to repair it?” I continued, my wrath taking the best of me. “I hope you’re satisfied now cause you won’t be when you’re in jail for a few years. You fucking broke our studio. You threatened us with those messages and you think you can get away with that? Fucking idiots!”

 

“Will, calm down.” Jonny whispered, putting a hand on my back.

 

“I am just glad to see you guys paying for everything you did to me after all these years.” I ignored him. “Just stay away from me, my family and my friends once you get out of jail, cause you’ll be sorry if I see you again.”

 

I got up from my seat and got out of that claustrophobic room. I almost couldn’t breathe. I struggled to get them out of my mind, but those bastards got to me, they still had an ability to hurt me almost twenty years later.

 

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

 

I turned around quickly to see Guy staring back at me. “Not now, Guy.”

 

“What? I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Guy frowned, his face showing his surprise.

 

“You just have to get off my back. I’m sick of you hovering and watching me. I’m fine. I’m more than fine now, actually. So please leave me alone.” I muttered.

 

I could see his sad eyes gazing back at me and I felt like an asshole at that moment. There I was lashing out at someone that just tried to protect me, that cared enough to watch out for me.

 

“I’m sorry.” I could almost see him retreating back into his shell. “Just take care.”

 

He walked out of the station as briskly as he could.

 

I couldn’t deal with one more problem right now. I just wanted a break because, to be honest, I felt like I had no control anymore over my own thoughts and actions.

 

“Are you okay?” Chris asked, as he neared me, with Jonny beside him.

 

“Yeah, fine.” I said, with a dismissive wave.

 

“Hey, where’s Guy? We have to meet Phil in an hour.” Jonny asked.

 

“He’s… he went home.” I lied. I had no idea where he was but I didn’t want them to get mad at me now. I was already mad at myself.

 

“Oh, do you know if he’s coming anyway?” Chris asked.

 

“I… I don’t think so.” I answered, unsure.

 

“He’s always doing this, just disappearing as if he has been swallowed by some mysterious mists.” Chris said. “Maybe he has…” He wondered out loud.

 

I just laughed at his obviously fertile imagination. I loved that about him. Like a little innocent kid gazing at the sky in wonder. Sure enough, he was staring at the clouds slowly moving with the motions of the wind.

 

“Let’s go.” I brought him out of his internal revelry.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Guy met us at the little café we were meeting Phil.

 

He exchanged words with everyone but me. That was fair, really. Serves me for reacting the way I did.

 

As soon as Phil left, Guy went right behind him, leaving me, Chris and Jonny behind. I pondered going after him but I knew he would just ignore me. I had to give him time so that when I walked to him, he wouldn’t hate me as much as he did right now.

 

I decided to go twenty minutes later and Jonny left with me. Chris was meeting his brother so we went our separate ways.

 

“What’s going on with you, man?” Jonny asked. I guessed he was talking about my outburst at the police station.

 

“Not much, those guys used to bully me and now, they decided to do that again, as you could see for yourself.” I answered simply.

 

“Do you feel relieved now?” Jonny inquired me.

 

I thought for a moment. Relief. I guess I was relieved but it was more complicated than that. I believe it’s a slow process; first, I needed to stand up for myself, now I had to figure out if that meant I was finally free from the fears that weighed me down until this moment.

 

“Yeah, I do.” I nodded. “I just wanted to get it out of my chest. And I did. Now I hope I can move on from this and forget it.”

 

“Well, I don’t know about that but at least you faced your problems.” Jonny put his arm around my shoulder. “We should never postpone a discussion or dodge our problems. They remain there whether we like it or not.”

 

He’s right. I may not like it and I may avoid Guy now but I’ll still have to face him sooner or later. Just like those bullies. The difference was that now I was the one hurting someone else.

 

 

 

How Long Before I Get In??, part 1

 

 

 

Life was good. I was living with Guy on a houseboat in an African estuary. Whenever Chris came to save babies (he's so sweeet like that) we would have a nice casual three-way. One day Chris was totally freaking out. Because of Genyth. "I am so sick of her" he said. "ever since I went gay for Jonny it's been terrible. The kids annoy me too."

 

"Ohhh, poor Chrissy," I murmured, stroking his brow sweetly. He relaxed slightly and started purring because he's a sexy cat. Like Guy, only Guy is a sexual tiger, which is different from a sexy cat because tigers like roaring more. Guy likes roaring too, especially when I stroke his left nipple.

 

We didn't know what to do. So Will, and Guy, and me, and Chrissypoo, all went out to the bushes of Africa, because Chrissy wanted to save some babies. It was really hot outside. And when I say hot, it was HOTTTT. Because we were all behind some bushes and then Guy asked me for some sex, and I was like "ok coz we are married and everything" and then Chris joined in, and Will took off his safari hat and joined in too. But some of the local lions must have smelled all the sexy sex, because they started creeping toward us and growling. "QUICK" I yelled to Chris, "STROKE GUY'S LEFT NIPPLE, I CAN'T REACH IT BECAUSE WILL'S TONGUE IS IN THE WAY!!!"

 

So he did, and Guy roared, just like a tiger, only more sexual. That scared those silly lions away. Then we all orgasmed at exactly the same time, it was great. And we walked back to the houseboat, and Planned.

 

"Well," Will said (he's really the cleverest one) "We could maybe have you divorce Genyth."

 

"That would be a good idea," said Chrissy, "But I'm not sure that would be enough to get her to stop following me. I'm thinking we need something a little more extreme."

 

"I know!" I said. "Do you know what Roadie #42's been up to recently??"

 

 

:sneaky: TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

...I even put in a little, like, what's it called, foreshadowing, innit?

A mini-micro-short story.... The last chapter of Don't Panic will be up tomorrow. Thank you for reading :)

 

 

Gone

 

 

 

 

 

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be out there, I should go and not look back.

 

I shouldn’t let things happen like this.

 

However, I have no will to stop doing what I’m doing. I have no control over my own actions, no matter how much I struggle. I don’t want to keep going anymore so I shouldn’t be forced to.

 

There was a time when I could disappear and I knew someone would find me. I would be missed, there would be desperate people looking for me but in the end things would turn out fine.

 

Now, I was standing on the edge of a cliff. Literally.

 

I was in Scotland.

 

It was fitting that I was at the same place where I was born. It was ironic that my life seemed to mimic the crisp nature of the rocks below me. It was incredibly fortunate that I had no one to grieve or to miss me. It was just like living in a deep black hole that day by day trapped me and I became someone I didn’t recognize. I didn’t feel like myself, nor did I act like myself either. I guess that’s what people call spiraling down.

 

I never intended for it to happen and I still regretted giving up so easily. But I fought as much as I could, even if that wasn’t good enough to keep me above the waters. Again, literally.

I felt a sudden, strange urge to laugh. The blunt irony amazed me and I couldn’t help myself. The last time I laughed… I don’t remember, really. Smiling, laughing or any other demonstration of joy was forgotten the same day I decided to leave London for good.

 

I had no one at the airport to say goodbye to. I had no one in Scotland to say hello to. Friends and family were a mere concept to me, since I basically found out I had neither. Not that I cared now.

 

My feet seemed to be getting colder by the minute. I wouldn’t care about that if it wasn’t for the realization that I had already dived, to my surprise. I was completely immersed by the salty water, its violent tides swaying me back and forth.

 

Suddenly, I felt my last breath of air escape my lungs as I hit my face on the rocks.

 

I was astounded by the force that slowly but surely took my life. The life of a man called Guy Berryman, a man I barely knew.

 

With each wave, I was falling apart. With each wave, I came out of myself. With each wave, finally let go of the pain I was in.

 

I could see myself now, as if I was looking from someone else’s eyes. Maybe I was, actually. But I still felt the immense pain, then overwhelming numbness. That was the correct way to describe myself now. Numb. Absent. Missing.

 

 

 

ECONOMICS

 

 

“OK, everyone settle down, please,” the teacher said. Most of the students were chatting with one another, even though the teacher was trying to begin. “Class has started.”

Like the good student he was, Jonny was already listening intently. Will was staring at the clock, as usual. Guy was making small talk with the girl who sat in front of him in an attempt to make the blond girl jealous. The only reason Chris was quiet was because he was busy staring at Jonny.

“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP? Jesus!” At that moment, the entire room went silent as the class looked at the teacher with utter bewilderment. Even Chris moved his gaze to the teacher. “Thank you. Now, today we're going to be getting into groups of two and forming partnerships. You and your partner will have to come up with an idea for a business, and research the costs of purchasing a building or buying an empty lot and constructing a new building, starting your business, paying your employees, all that good stuff.”

I hope we get to pick who we work with, thought Chris. I wonder if Jonny would want to be my partner...

Coincidentally, Guy raised his hand. “Um, excuse me? Can we pick our own partners?” he asked, giving the blond girl a wink. She laughed at him.

“You'll all be disappointed to hear this, but I've already set you up into groups.”

“Oh, man!” Guy said. The blond girl laughed again.

Chris looked down sadly at the empty desk in front of him. Jonny would probably have said no, anyway.

“Let's see, here,” the teacher said, pulling out a list of some sort. “Chris, you'll be working with Will... Guy, you'll be working with Amber... Jonny, you'll be working with Carlos... blah...blah..”

Chris gathered up his belongings and slowly walked to the other side of the room, where Will was seated. He watched as Carlos swiftly walked over to Jonny.

Why couldn't that be me? he thought. Stupid Carlos probably doesn't even know how lucky he is.

Chris apprehensively sat down in the seat next to Will. He was honestly quite frightened.

Guy looked around the room. He didn't really care about other people, so he had no idea what anyone else in the class was called.

“You're trying to get with me and you don't even know my name?” a voice suddenly asked. Guy looked to his left. It was the blond girl. “I'm Amber, you know that, right?”

“Of course, I knew,” Guy lied. Amber wasn't buying it.

“Whatever.”

Jonny was sitting with Carlos, the pair of them rapidly writing a long list of possible business ideas.

Chris was just staring.

“Hey, Chris? I was thinking we could start an art supply shop, is that all right?” Will asked. Chris didn't hear him. “Chris?”

“Huh? Sorry,” Chris said. “What did you say?”

“We could start an art supply shop,” Will repeated.

“That sounds brilliant!” Chris smiled.

“Thank you. I actually know quite a lot about what things would cost, too, so we won't have to do so much work.”

“Cool,” Chris said. “Hey... you're friends with Jonny, right?”

“Well,” Will started, “I mean, we were like best friends when we were little, but... we kinda grew apart. Why?”

“I was wondering if you'd be able to help me... See, 'cause I really, really like him, only he doesn't think that I'm so great.”

“Oh, so you're that Chris.”

“That Chris?” Chris worriedly asked.

“Oh, I didn't mean it offensively, it's just that I didn't know you were the one with the thing for Jonny.”

“Well, I am.”

“This might be a little personal, but... are you gay?” Will asked, fidgeting slightly in his seat.

“I don't know,” Chris said, staring down at the floor. “I mean, I kinda hope not. It's just... well, there's just something about Jonny, you know?”

“You really, really like him?”

“Yeah, for four years. For a while he didn't even know who I was... now he knows but he doesn't act like it most of the time.”

Will sighed. “I'll help you.”

“Really?” Chris said, beaming. “Oh, thank you! You know, you're a lot nicer than you look... and a lot nicer than people say you are.”

“Yeah, I don't know what's up with that. Everyone thinks I'm some kind of jerk or something. I'm not really.”

“No, you're a great friend,” Chris smiled.

Guy was not having as much luck.

“You are such a player!” Amber yelled. Instead of working on the project, Guy had tried to flirt with the girl who had been sitting in front of him earlier, yet again trying to make Amber jealous.

“Hey, I can't help it. This is just how I do,” he said, trying to act cool.

“You're a jerk, you know that?”

Guy smiled. “You love it.” He nonchalantly looked away, though he could see out of the corner of his eye that Amber was smiling to herself.

“So, Carlos, we've got a lot of ideas here,” Jonny said, motioning to the three full pages of ideas. “But we only need one. Which one do you think we should pick?”

“Can we do the tanning salon?” Carlos asked. “I think that'll go over well.”

“Hmm, a tanning salon? That does sound like a good idea,” Jonny replied. “Now, we'll need to find a place to buy. And we'll have to look up costs for tanning booths, and sprays... we'll probably need some permits.” Jonny opened his folder, took out another piece of paper, and began to write more. Carlos watched, nodding his head at everything Jonny said.

“You've really got it bad, haven't you?” Will asked as he wrote down what he could remember from the list of art supplies he had looked at a few days earlier when he went shopping for a new easel. Chris turned to him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“That's the fifteenth time you've looked over there in the past three minutes. You've got it bad.” For a few moments Chris stared at Will. He was right. There was hardly a minute that went by where Chris didn't think about Jonny, especially if they were in the same room together. He already knew that what he felt was love, but it was weird to him that other people recognized it, too. Then, without even thinking, Chris turned his head.

“That's sixteen.”