White Lips Kissed

 

Chapter 7

 

 

Time passed by in a blur. I remembered only bits and pieces of my days with Francis. Those included things Francis said that made me angry, opportunities that presented themselves before me to get my revenge against him, and not much else. But though there were many times when I wanted nothing better than to put my plan into action, it was some time before I came across the ideal moment.

 

After a few more weeks of time spent with my new “buddy”, I woke up one dreary morning and decided it was time to open my package. It was still sitting on the table where I had left it all those weeks ago. I smiled widely at it. It looked so magnificent, sitting there in its brown paper wrapping. I opened it with delicacy. Within this box was the ticket I needed to win back dignity for Chris.

 

After tearing away the wrapping, I tossed the paper aside and picked up the bottle inside. I cradled it like it was my newborn child. I held it close to me like I was holding Chris himself in my arms once more. It was a clear container made of hard plastic. The liquid inside was clear as well. A large black sticker on it bore the image of a skull and crossbones.

 

It was a small bottle. Small enough for me to place into my back pocket without sticking out in an obvious fashion. I placed it there eagerly. Francis was drawing closer to me every day. He gave me a good deal of trust even then. I knew that the time I had left to wait would be short. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity when it arose. I had to be prepared.

 

This unique opportunity arrived in a way I did not expect, though I wasn’t surprised by the way it occurred. When I strolled to Francis’s apartment that day I never thought that it would be the day he would say things to me that let me know it was time. And yet he told me just such things, all the while bearing the calm attitude of someone who was chatting about the weather.

 

I was sitting on a hideous piece of furniture, pretending to enjoy some tea. This was the norm for me now. I was quite accustomed to it. Don’t get me wrong, my stomach still turned just as much as it used to just to be in the place at all. But over time I had developed ways to deal with the horrible sickness I had to feel as a result of my mission.

 

We had gone through our usual conversations, about neighbors, politics, and football, about things more serious too; old relationships and our strongest beliefs. I noticed that Francis had been quieter than I on this occasion, and that was unusual. I never realized until that moment how true it as that one should keep their enemies closer.

He shifted his cruel little eyes around the unsightly room. Finally he focused them on me.

 

“Guy,” he said quietly and seriously, “there is something I feel I should tell you.”

 

I welcomed him to continue with a short nod and a small smile.

 

“These past few weeks you have become a close and a dear friend to me. And the other day, I was lying around and thinking about how good friends are always honest with each other, and tell each other everything. And then I started to feel guilty. I realized that I have kept my biggest secret from you.”

 

“Oh?” I asked. I already had a good idea of what he would say.

 

“Yes. I think, once I tell you, you will understand why I waited so long to mention it. It is not the kind of thing you share with just anyone.”

 

“I’m glad to be the person you trust enough to share it with.”

 

“I trust you with everything I have,” he told me. I bit back a grin. Now I could see clearly; he was clay in my hands. I had him good and trapped now.

 

“Do you remember when I told you about that neighbor I was having troubles with?” He didn’t wait for my response. He was beginning to feel nervous and talk in a hurry, almost tripping over his words.

 

“Well, I told you I wouldn’t be having those problems with him anymore. This was because I took care of the issues myself. This man, he was an awful person. He was disgusting and immoral, a homosexual man. A horrible example for the kids growing up around here.”

 

Despite all my practice, I nearly had to escape to the bathroom, my nausea was so bad. It came suddenly with little warning. I guess I hadn't realized how difficult it would be for me to actually hear this.

 

“He had a partner and I saw him with him on numerous occasions. I never saw what his partner looked like, but I knew Chris all right. He was always the instigator. He dragged his partner around everywhere. More than once I saw him give the other man a kiss, in public! I knew I had to do something. I had to be the hero.”

 

It took all my strength to hold back my laughter. Francis thought he was a hero.

 

“I sent him letters, warning him to stop the behavior or face the consequences. He didn’t listen. So I had to dispose of him. I saw him outside alone, and I took the god-given opportunity. I stabbed him with the knife I had taken the liberty to start bringing along with me, just waiting for an opportunity. It was so perfect. When it was over, I felt amazing. I can’t even describe it.”

 

I just stared at him blankly. Surely he wasn’t talking about the murder of my beloved Chris in such a causal way. It couldn’t be.

 

“I only hope and pray you can understand where I am coming from here,” he said, looking at me steadily. I stared for another long moment, then almost blew my opportunity completely when emotion overwhelmed me and I passed out.

 

 

It can't be undone.

Chapter 2

 

 

Most nights he would wrap himself up in the quilt his grandmother had made for him and sit out on the little deck staring up at the moon. The moon was always something to stare at, it would stare right back at you and it would always win. The man used to enjoy staring at the moon when we had the hand of his love next to him. They would drive out of the city and find a hill and climb to the top of it. He would bring the old quilt and they would snuggle together under the warmth and just breath in each other’s aromas and enjoy the feeling of being close. He couldn’t feel that anymore. A chill ran up his spin and a few tears were shed. Soon he stood and entered into the house and attempted to fall asleep. He knew what would come, and so he tried to prolong going to bed to minimize the hurt.

 

As soon as he closed his eyes and his breathing settled the images would flood his mind. Long tan arms and a smile that would melt the sun. Hands intertwined together and sandy beaches and bare feet. It would all blend together and create a movie that was on repeat. But toward the end it would slow and there was always the blinding light, the stinging of glass, the crushing of metal and the blood-curling scream. He was always there and would always see the light diming in the eyes of his love the deep mahogany brown dulling till it was a shadow of what it once was.

 

It was then that he would awake, gripping his sheets so hard that they almost tore from the deep pressure of his callused hands. He would look down and release his grip and then flashes of when his love would trace the lines of his hand would come rushing in. It was often too much for him and he would break down and cry. He wouldn’t try to stop it, there was no point, it would hurt just as much if he didn’t cry. So he let the tears gently caress his check until they would no longer come. Then he would start his day, but he always wished it was over sooner then it was.

 

Often he would grab his drawing pad and charcoals, never pencils because he felt they were not real enough for nature, and go to the meadow and draw. He would draw the trees around him or the tall swaying grass, the clouds in the sky, or the animals that dwelled within the forest. It was something he wished he could have shared more often Andi.

 

Andi was always surprising him with hidden talents. Water coloring, baking, sailing. Anything that Andi touched turned to gold and grew and developed to something incredible and indescribable. He longed for Andi’s touch, to be held, caressed, loved. He wanted it all the good and the bad, but he would never get that back. Not after what happened. He would never forgive his so called friends, they convinced Andi to go with them, he knew that it was not a good idea, but once Andi’s mind is made up, there is nothing you can do to change it. It just can’t be undone.

 

 

 

The Last Place (You Were Looking)

 

Part One

 

 

I was searching for ages, throwing everything and anything I could find across the room in the hope that I would stumble upon it in the process. But by the time the floor was cleared, at least where I was standing, I still had no clue where it was.

 

I had it just last night, didn't I? Where could it have gone?

 

There was a knock on my door, but I ignored it because I hate them. I didn't want to talk to them, not ever again. Not after what they did to me.

 

It was right there, on the floor. Now it's not... I suppose that's representative, huh?

 

Digging through the pile on the other side of my room once more, I heard the door open. It could only open so far, stopped by the growing clutter as I continued to throw things.

 

“Chris, stop it.”

 

“Go away.”

 

“No. Now, stop acting like a child, and come back downstairs.”

 

“I'm not going anywhere, especially if you're there.”

 

She closed the door again, and I figured she had just given up and left. I looked around to see if I was right; I suppose I was, since she wasn't there.

 

She's only a year older than me, why didn't she understand? What was her problem?

 

When I still couldn't find it after the third time throwing everything, I collapsed on my bed. I couldn't take it anymore. I had lost the will to do anything, really.

 

He was being sent away, and I'd never see him again, probably... All because of her.

 

And the knock came again. I don't know why she even bothered, it's not like I was going to suddenly forgive her and answer the door with a bright smile.

 

But this time it wasn't her. And it took me quite a while, but I soon realized that it wasn't coming from the door, it was coming from the window.

 

I could barely see him through the reflection in the window, but as I lifted the pane his form grew clearer.

 

“Do you want to leave with me?” he asked in a low voice.

 

“Leave? Like.... leave?”

 

“Leave like let's get the hell out of here and never come back again.” Even in the dark his eyes were shining, boring holes through my soul and leaving me devastatingly weak. “Run away with me, Chris, please.”

 

“Yes, definitely.” He smiled at me and placed a hand on the window sill, which is when I noticed that he was shaking rather terribly. “You're shaking. Why are you shaking?”

 

“I'm just really scared. I don't even know where we'd stay or anything. I have some money, but it's not a lot, and I just... I'm scared.”

 

“Jonny, if we have to, we can sleep in the park. We'll make this work.”

 

“Yeah. It's all gonna be OK.” He nodded a few times, and I could tell he was trying to let the worry subside, even if it wouldn't. “Come on, get your stuff and let's go.”

 

I shook my head. “The only thing I own that I really care about is gone. I can't find it.”

 

“Are you sure? And, also, you should bring clothes with you, at least.”

 

“Oh, right.”

 

“Here,” he said, lifting something from the ground and shoving it through my window. It was a backpack. “Put some clothes in there, and whatever else you want to bring, if there is anything.”

 

“I'm not going to find it,” I told him, but I picked up the bag anyway. I went through my dresser, which had barely anything in it, and tossed about three outfits in there. I took one last quick look around my room; it wasn't anything fancy, it never had been. And I still didn't know where it was.

 

I had it last night, I know I did. It was on...

 

I turned to my bed and threw the pillows off. Jonny must have thought I was going crazy, because when I finally found it, I nearly jumped up and down. But I didn't because I knew it would have made too much noise.

 

I snatched the tiny stuffed lobster and handed Jonny his backpack through the window. He backed away a little to give me room to get out, which took some fancy work to do. But I managed to be out in the open air in a relatively short amount of time. I realized I left my light on, but I didn't really care. They'd find out soon enough.

 

Jonny and I started to sneak away from the house, walking as close to the fence as we could so the outside lights wouldn't hit us. Not that anyone would have been looking out of the windows.

 

Soon we were clear, strolling down the dark sidewalk rather inconspicuously. OK, it may have been weird to see two teenage boys walking down the sidewalk in the middle of the night, one wearing a backpack and the other holding a stuffed lobster, but other than that we were pretty normal.

 

“Wait, that's what you were looking for?” he asked me, pointing at the lobster.

 

“Yeah,” I innocently replied. “Don't you remember? When we went to the carnival, and you won it for me... and then I kissed you.”

 

“Yeah, I remember.” He took my hand and laced our fingers together. “I didn't realize it meant so much to you.”

 

“Almost as much as you.”

 

I felt invincible then, the cool air hitting my face and the awful suffocation of home far behind us. And the only thing that was up ahead was the wonderful prospect of being with Jonny and not worrying about what anyone else would think.

 

He didn't feel the same, and it was obvious.

 

“What's wrong, babe?”

 

He looked up at me with that frown, and my heart nearly broke. “I'm still scared. What if they find us? What if they try to separate us again?”

 

“Then we'll run away again,” I said. “Or wait another year until we're adults and they can't stop us. No matter what, Jonny, they can't stop us.”

 

 

It can't be undone.

Chapter 3

 

One day the man awoke from his painful slumber, he took an ice cold shower to try and rid the images from his mind. The water didn’t prevail it just left him shivering and the images still bounced around like billiard balls on a table once they’ve been hit. Constantly hitting the sides and rolling back and forth. One minuet the man could sit and eat enjoying the silence and the next he could be hearing the scream. It was as if he was being branded like a calf, but in the heart. He decided to go for a hike to the cliff to gaze out at the sea hoping to vacate any memories.

 

The hike only took an hour and was fairly easy. The wind had picked up and was blowing all around him. The smell of the salt from the sea was heavy and the air was thick with humidity. He sat on the edge of the cliff and stared out the tide as it rolled in and out of the coast. It was hypnotizing and soon the man felt the effects, he laid down on the rocks and closed his eyes.

 

His dream was new, this time he was inside the car next to Andi. Andi was laughing and smiling at him, telling him what they had done in the pub. It was clear to the man that Andi was wasted as well as his friends. They were slurring their words and couldn’t keep upright. The man was never in the car when the incident had occurred; he was outside waiting for a taxi, because the other car was full. He told Andi to go with the others, and that he would follow behind in a taxi. Andi was gracious and tired to convince him other wise saying the he should get in the car, but the drunken state made it difficult and Andi decided to just get in the car.

 

The man should have thought to drive that car himself, they were all drunk, but he wasn’t thinking. He was so enamored by the response Andi had given him earlier in the day by agreeing to Marry him that he was on his own little high. He saw the whole thing happen. The car they were in entered the traffic and then it all slowed down, he saw the light from the truck flash across his eyes, he heard the low honk, the screeching of tires on wet pavement, the glass shards spraying, the distorted metal crunching, and that short painful scream.

 

The man awoke breathing extremely hard, his heart was rapidly beating against his chest and sweat was trickling down his forehead. The man whipped the sweat only to look at his hands and see they were bleeding. During the man’s nap his hands had found nearby rocks and he and gripped them so tightly that he cut his hands. Instead of crying he was furious. He stood up and started chucking rocks off the cliff. He threw with all his might. Soon he couldn’t handle it and collapsed on his knees and began to weep. He cried, shouted, swore, and drained himself emotionally.

 

Night soon fell and he dragged himself up and back to his house. At the edge of the clearing where his house looked out to the sea he paused and tried to gather himself. It was a hell of a day, and he believed that it would only get worse. He wanted to be with Andi. He wanted to stop reliving the horror of that night. He wanted to die.

 

 

 

-

The Last Place (You Were Looking)

 

Part Two

 

 

“Chris, we need to have a talk.”

 

Her voice was as stern as it had been the night she told me about the accident. Except it didn't have that softness to it, probably because she didn't feel bad about the news this time.

 

“About what?”

 

“It's just that- I know you're good friends with him, but I don't think Jonny is a very good influence on you.”

 

“What?”

 

“Chris, ever since you started hanging around him more, you're rarely home on time, it seems like your grades haven't suffered much, but they are a bit lower, and well... I just don't think you should spend so much time with him.”

 

“But he's my best friend! He's my only friend-”

 

“You can make other friends,” she assured me with a smile. I didn't want other friends. “Friends who will benefit you in the end.”

 

And I couldn't tell her that he was more than just my friend, because she wouldn't understand. She never understood anything like she used to, not since the accident. She changed.

 

As I opened my eyes I felt the cool morning air hit me; the grass was wet with dew, but everything smelled so fresh, so clean. And I turned to see Jonny laying beside me, suddenly I was filled with inexplicable hope.

 

I thought he was still asleep, so I didn't bother him. But he opened one eyelid and whispered to me.

 

“Good morning.”

 

I snuggled up to him and smiled.

 

“Good morning. This is exciting, isn't it?”

 

“Yeah. Terrifying, but exciting.”

 

“What are we going to do today?”

 

“Well, I reckon we should try to find somewhere to go. I mean, sleeping in the park overnight was all right, but when it's only a few miles away from our houses, it doesn't really seem like a good place to run away to.”

 

“OK.”

 

I loved that Jonny was always taking charge. I loved that he was so adamant about us not getting caught. I loved him.

 

But I couldn't tell him that. I felt it for a long time, but I was afraid that I would scare him away if I said it.

 

Sometimes the way his green eyes sparkled when he looked at me made me wonder if he felt it, too. It was like our hearts were polar opposites, and they always clung to each other. It was always strongest when he held me in his arms; I could feel his heart beating in my own chest, keeping perfect time with mine.

 

“Actually, we should probably get going very soon, since it's light out now. I'm surprised we haven't already been found.”

 

“Sounds great.”

 

To be honest, I was only half listening to him, and half drowning in his scent. It added to the grass, to the feeling that we were starting fresh, new. Free.

 

We stood up and wiped the grass off our clothes. Then he took my hand again. He liked to do that a lot. I liked to let him.

 

“I think we should try to head out for the city. It's... well, quite a long distance from here, especially if we're only walking, but... I think it's our best shot.”

 

“What'll we do once we're in the city?”

 

He smiled at me, though I could tell it was a bit fake. “I have no idea.”

 

“Do you know anyone in the city?”

 

“No. And if I did, I'm not so sure they'd be keen on helping us out.”

 

All of this should have discouraged me, and I probably should have been as disheartened as Jonny was, but for some reason it did just the opposite.

 

“Then we can make our own way. Really start from the beginning.”

 

This time the smile was real. One hundred percent real. “Chris, I'm so glad I have you. You keep me sane, you know that?”

 

“I think you do the same for me, Jonnyboy.”

 

We began to walk along the side of the road in silence. It was light out, but it was still rather early; the sounds of nature around us filled the quiet peacefulness emitted by the world of sleeping people.

 

When we passed the school, it was almost weird. I stared at it, realizing that I would probably never go back there. That was fine with me.

 

“Jonny, do you want me to carry that?” I asked, pointing to the backpack with all of our stuff. Our stuff.

 

“No, it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile.

 

“Jonny, how long do you think it'll take us to get to the city?”

 

“A few days, probably. I mean, it's not like we can walk nonstop.”

 

“I've never been to the city before. Once, maybe, but I don't really remember it.”

 

Jonny laughed his beautiful laugh. “It's OK, I've been there plenty of times- my dad works there. I know my way around and everything.”

 

“Good.” He put his arm around me, pulled me in, and kissed my cheek. Then something occurred to me. “Jonny, does your dad drive on this road?”

 

“Shit.” We shopped walking and stood off to the side of the road, Jonny alertly looking around. “We have to find another way, then.”

 

“Or maybe we could just wait. Hide. When does your dad usually leave?”

 

“I'm not sure... and I don't know what time it is now, anyway.” He looked around again, less alarmed and more certain. “We can't go to the city.”

 

“But, Jonny, we-”

 

“My dad works in the city. They'll find us.” He grabbed me by my shoulders and met my eyes. “I'm not bailing on you. But we need to go somewhere else. What's there for us in the city, anyway?”

 

“There's... Well, where are we gonna go, then?”

 

“It doesn't matter, let's just get out of here,” he quickly said.

 

We walked across the road and back down. The park was still quiet and empty when we went through it. Then we just kept walking, until the sun was nearly above us.

 

We had already passed by everything that looked familiar. This long road between our old town and the next was the only thing we could see for miles. Jonny thought maybe we'd made it halfway by then.

 

It was getting pretty hot out, especially since we were out in the open with very few trees nearby. It didn't look like anyone owned the land out there; it didn't even look like anyone lived around there for miles. I couldn't even remember the last house we'd gone by.

 

Jonny had stopped and was searching through the backpack. I stood beside him with nothing else to do. A minute later he pulled out a rather large bottle filled with water and handed it to me.

 

“It's probably not cold, but at least it's something.”

 

I told Jonny I loved him, but only in my mind. He zipped up the bag and swung it back on, then just stared at me. I suppose I'd been staring at him, too, while I was silently talking to him.

 

“Something wrong?”

 

“No, nothing's wrong.” I flashed him a smile and we were on our way again.

 

I didn't lie- nothing was wrong. One day there would come a time to tell him, but not today.

 

 

It can't be undone.

Chapter 4

 

 

Could he do it? Could he actually put himself in such a place as to commit suicide? Probably. But what would he do? Throw himself off the cliff? Cut himself till he bleed to death? Poison himself? None of those options he felt would do Andi any justice. The man wanted something simple and easy and he knew what it would be. There was a long piece of rope sitting in the bed of his truck from when he had driven up here with all his build supplies. It had been used to tie it all down. Now it would be used again, but for a much different purpose.

 

He carried it inside his house and hung it on the back of his lone chair. His mother would never forgive him for this and he wanted to do his best to console her, if he should ever be found. So he wrote a simple letter. He explained the tragedy of his lost love Andi and how he could no longer bring himself to suffer the constant suffering. It was short and blunt, but he felt it would do.

 

He placed the paper on the table and then dragged the chair with the rope to the closest rafter. Tossing the rope over the top he let it swing back and forth until it stopped. He thought of how he would swing like that until he stopped. His heart would stop and he would stop hurting.

 

The man was quick to tie the looped knot and slide it up to the appropriate position. He then took the other end of the rope and fastened it to the table. He took one last look around the house that he had built. It was basically empty except for the few things he had brought. He looked over to the fireplace where on the mantel stood one picture frame. He crossed the room and stood in front of that picture. Raising his hand he gently ran it across the glass to brush of any dust and to look one last time at Andi and him. It was an ideal picture. Both were smiling and were genuinely happy. It was taken only a few weeks prior to the accident. The man smiled a bit and then kissed the frame and whispered ‘ I’ll be with you soon.’

 

He placed the picture back and walked back to the chair. Taking a deep breath he stood up on the chair and placed the loop around his neck. Looking around for the last time he wished his life had been different, but he knew what he about to do couldn’t be undone. Taking a deep breath in he inched his foot forward. At the exact second he was about to step off the chair and take his life, he heard the small knock at the door.

 

It caused him to pause. Never since the time he had built the home had anyone knocked on his door. He waited to see if another knock would follow. Seconds ticked and nothing was heard. The man debated with himself to just jump or to see to the door. He finally decided that he would get down and check the door. If it was nothing he would immediately come back and hang himself. Stepping back onto the chair he removed the rope and stepped down on to the ground.

 

The front door was only a few feet from him but he couldn’t seem to move. He stared at it with vast trepidation. Who would be there? How had they found him. Questions kept pouring into his mind, but he soon realized that the loner he questioned the longer it would be until he was with Andi. The man cautiously crossed the floor to the door. He placed his shaking hand on the handle and turned it.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Nobody. Not one living thing with a heartbeat or a pulse stood on his doorstep. Instead there was a small brown package tied with string and his name written in black sharpie on top. The man ran outside and down the dirt road in hopes of finding the person who was responsible for this. He ran until he meet the tiny paved highway. It was barren. No cars, no people, no anything.

 

Confused the man returned to his house to the porch where the package still lay. He debated with himself on whether to open it or disregard it and go back to the rope. The final decision was that he had all afternoon for the rope so he picked up the package and carried it inside to his bedroom. He placed it on the bed and sat next to it. What was inside? How did it get here?

 

The man soon could no longer question the package and decided it was time to open it. He tore off the brown paper and discarded the string. It was an old shoebox with a rubber band around it and a note attached on top. The man gingerly pulled the paper from the rubber band and gasped!

 

To My Guy,

 

If you have received this package it is because I am no longer with you. When I first met you I was a taken back by your pure beauty. And then you chose me when you could have had anyone. Through out our time together I have been writing you letters. Some are about my day and others are things I want you to do. They are included in this package and are labeled as to when you should open them. Everyday when you wake up that is the most perfect time to open one and read it. I want you to know that I love you with all that my heart has to give. I may not be there right now, but I have never left you. All you have to do is listen and feel. I love you my guy.

 

Love your Andrew

 

Guy let the paper fall from his hands. He watched it slowly float and twist to the floor. How had Andi known? He had almost committed suicide, but was saved by Andi and Andi wasn’t even here. Guy stood up and rushed into the other room. He untied the rope, kicked the chair over and pulled the rope down. It hit the floor with a loud thud. Guy grinned and took hold of the rope and stormed out to his deck. There was one of the most beautiful sunsets falling over the horizon casting stunning shades of purple and red over the tops of the trees surrounding the little house. Guy tied the rope into one massive knot and then ran. He ran off the deck to practically the edge of the cliff. Just as it seemed his was about to jump he threw the rope into the abyss.

 

It tumbled and twisted and fell. Guy never wanted to see that damn rope again, because he had a new start. He felt Andi with him and he wanted to keep that. It was a new beginning and the past just can’t be undone.

 

Guy marched back up to the house and found the little box and searched for the first letter. He set it out by his bed for the morning. For once he wanted to go to bed. He knew that the images of dreams past would not haunt him tonight.

 

 

 

Christopher Anthony John Martin

&

Jonathan Mark Buckland

A Love Story

 

PART 1

The Younger Years

 

Chapter 2

Meeting New Friends

 

 

 

A few hours passed before Chris strummed the last chord on his guitar. He wiped sweat of his forehead and smiled brightly. He ran over and opened the small window above his bed as Jonny put down his guitar. They smiled at each other and Chris sat down on his bed.

 

“Man, I could just kiss you!” Chris said.

 

Jonny’s eyes flew open and he noted that his heart began to race.

 

“I’m… I’m sorry” He hesitantly asked.

 

“Didn’t you hear that?” Chris exclaimed, flying to his feet again and excitedly waving his hands. “We’re bloody fantastic together!”

 

Jonny’s heart settled down slightly.

“Yeah, that wasn’t too bad now, was it?”

 

“It was more than not too bad!” He sat down next to Jonny on the floor. Jonny could smell the mixture of sweat and cologne. It was very nice.

 

“Listen. I know we’ve just met… But I think we’re on to something here?”

 

“Yeah?” Jonny looked off in the distance through Chris’ small window.

 

“It would be nice to be in a band again…” He slowly said in his sweet, soft voice that made Chris stomach tingle.

 

“Fantastic!” Chris shot up from the floor. He rummaged through an open cardboard box.

 

“You don’t happen to have any chocolate on you? We need to celebrate!”

 

Jonny suppressed a smile. “Sorry.”

 

Chris sighed and sat down on his bed. “Oh, well.”

 

Jonny glanced at his wris****ch. “Shit. I should be getting back. I have a lecture really early tomorrow.”

 

“Oh, sure.” Chris hesitated. “Listen man… Thanks for hanging with me tonight… It was great.”

 

“It was.” Jonny smiled. “Let’s do it again.”

 

“Really?”

 

Jonny nodded and squeezed Chris’ arm in a manly gesture of friendship. He opened the door and turned around.

 

“Hey, listen… Uhm… There’s a party in the West Hall tomorrow if you want to go?”

 

Chris thought about it for a second.

“Yeah, absolutely, why not?”

 

“I’ll come by here tomorrow at eight then.”

 

“Great, see you then!”

 

“Bye.”

 

Jonny closed the door behind him and a slow smile spread across his face, not knowing that the exact same smile spread across Chris’ face where he lay in his bed and watched the stars faintly twinkling in the London night sky.

 

-*-

 

Chris threw another shirt across the room, and continued to rummage through a big cardboard box labeled ‘shirts’.

 

“Argh!” He exclaimed. He really didn’t have anything to wear. Chris emptied the entire content of the box on the floor and dived into the pile. Why did he feel like this was a date? He was just going to some stupid party with his new boyfrie-. “No.” Chris told his brain. “Stop that. You’re not gay.” But then those soft green eyes flashed through his mind and he groaned tiredly and fell face down into the pile of t-shirts. “Hell.” He said, voice muffled by fabric.

 

-*-

 

Jonny arrived at Chris’ door ten minutes early, not wanting Chris to worry. He nervously checked his clothes, licked his lips and knocked.

 

Chris answered the door within seconds.

“Jon!” He greeted and paused. “Is that alright if I call you Jon?”

 

Jonny nodded. “Of course.” He took a deep breath. “Are you ready?”

 

Chris nodded too. “I am.” He joined Jonny in the hallway and locked the door behind him.

 

Jonny looked over at Chris and did a double take at his t-shirt.

 

“Hey!” He smiled. “U2! I love them!”

 

Chris’ blue eyes lit up like a little boy’s.

 

“You do?” He grinned widely. “Wow.” He tried to ignore his heart that beat just a little faster.

 

They chatted about their shared love for the Irish band for a while, Chris enthralling Jonny with his intensity. They soon heard the intense beating of music through the hallways.

 

“I guess this is it.” Chris said as they ended up outside a closed door.

Jonny nodded and Chris opened the door. It swung open and they entered into the crammed apartment.

 

-*-

 

Jonny found that he absolutely detested this sort of thing and he almost felt sorry for dragging Chris to it. They sat in a corner of the crowded apartment, drinking stale beer and trying to make themselves as invisible as possible. They could barely speak with each other due to the loud music, but they exchanged small awkward smiles instead.

 

Soon a very drunk young man stumbled over to them, squinting at them.

 

Chris and Jonny exclaimed confused looks as the man continued to stare at them.

“You.” He loudly said in a Scottish accent. “You fancy a game of pool?” He nodded to Jonny.

 

Jonny looked to Chris who merely shrugged.

 

Jonny frowned a little and stood up.

 

“Sure.” He yelled over the music and followed the dark-haired scot into the crowd.

 

Chris watched the two men walk away, leaving him alone on the couch. He felt very abandoned. He had wanted to tell Jonny to stay, but that would have seemed weird considering they could barely speak with each other.

 

Chris quietly nursed his second bottle of beer. He thought about going out on the balcony to get some peace and quiet, but quickly decided against it when he saw a drunken couple with their tongues a bit too far down each other’s throats taking up the concrete slab.

 

He sighed to himself, finished his beer and got up from the couch. He decided he had had enough of this kind of party and went to find Jonny before leaving. He made his way through the crowded living room – his height enabling him to see above the mass of partying college students.

 

Suddenly he was pushed violently from behind and he turned around to frown at whoever had caused him to stumble. He looked directly into a pair of intense eyes.

 

“I’m terribly sorry!” He quickly and loudly apologized, stroking his wild, curly blond hair out of his face.

 

The man in front of him nodded distractedly, looking around the room.

“You seen a very drunk scot around here somewhere?” He asked.

 

Chris immediately felt a great deal of respect towards the man and nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, I think he’s playing pool with a friend of mine.”

 

“Thanks.” The man turned around and quickly left. Chris, not knowing where the pool table was exactly, tagged along.

 

There had formed a small crowd around the players and the dark-haired scot was leaning across the table, squinting at the cue as he took aim at one of the balls.

 

Jonny was leaning on his cue, slowly taking a drag from a cigarette.

 

Chris’ stomach felt very strange. It was as if the time had suddenly decided to move a lot slower, allowing him to really look at the man in front of him. He couldn’t think about anything else than how Jonny’s long fingers held the glowing cigarette or how his cheeks were sucked in as he took another drag. Chris blinked and shoved all strange feelings away. Time sped up again as the scot missed his aim and fell over the table. The man Chris had spoken to quickly walked over and picked the scot up.

 

“Watch it, will you?” The scot growled at the man.

 

“Sorry, Guy.” He apologized. “I jus’ think you should get out of here now.”

 

“An’ why’s tha’?” He asked, voice gravelly.

 

“’Cause you can barely stand, mate. Come on, now, there’s a good lad. Say goodbye to your new friend.”

 

“Bye Jonny!” He yelled and waved sloppily.

 

Jonny lift his hand and tried to suppress a smile. “Bye, Guy.”

 

“Sorry about him.” The other man said over Guy’s head to Jonny. “He likes his drink a bit too much.”

 

“No worries. He was good fun.”

 

“Well, he hasn’t had any Stella tonight.” He laughed. “You should’ve seen him yesterday.” He shifted Guy and held out his hand to Jonny. “I’m Will.”

 

“Jonny.”

 

“Very nice to meet you, Jonny. Well, we should be off, right, Guy?”

 

Guy smiled drunkenly. “Yes, mother.”

 

Will shook his head and they disappeared into the crowd. Chris walked up to Jonny.

“Made some new friends?”

 

Chris smiled a half-smile and stuffed his hand into the pockets of his black cargo trousers. They hung low on his thin hips. His dark-red washed out U2 t-shirt was a bit too short and Jonny quickly averted his eyes from the man’s flat stomach and the dark strip of hair that went down into the hem of the worn trousers.

Apparently Chris had said something during Jonny’s eye-averting.

 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonny said.

 

“I was… Ehm… Missing you earlier.” The man blushed and looked like he was about to cringe. “Wanna get out of here?”

 

Jonny raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, sure, why not.”

 

Chris seemed giddy with Jonny’s acceptance.

Jonny noticed he was oddly bouncing on his heels.

 

“You ready?” Jonny asked.

 

Chris smiled brilliantly and nodded, curls bouncing. They went out into the night together.

 

 

Plot Exchange Story

 

 

“It’s Monday! It’s Monday!” Chris yelled, running through his house to the living room. Chris turned his TV on and switched the channel to Fox.

 

“It’s time for House!!”

 

Everything seemed fine, but just as Chase was about to sing a song with House and Foreman, the light bulb above Chris’s head burst into hundreds of itty bitty pieces.

 

Thank goodness I’m TiVo-ing this! Chris thought to himself.

 

He went to his garage and returned with an old ladder and a new light bulb. Chris was climbing up the ladder and dancing to the commercial playing on TV. Atop the ladder, one of Chris’s crazy dance moves threw him into the air.

 

I finally get to use the super-secret gadgets!

 

Chris pushed a button behind his ear and his fall slowed down, almost to a stop. Time around him seemed to move at a normal speed, but Chris’s body was frozen in an awkward shape in the air. How is all this possible? Chris is a time-controlling robot! That’s how! He is also known by his robot name, Chrissybot.

 

Chrissybot was still going to fall sometime so he yelled,

“Activate distress beacon!”

 

His global position system was vocally addressed, and this beacon assembled the rest of the team. In about two minutes, Willybot bust through the door.

 

“What seems to be the problem here?” Willybot asked.

“I was watching House and the light bulb exploded and I got a ladder but I was dancing and—will you just help me down please?”

 

Just then, an evil laughter filled the room. It sounded like “Muah ha ha!” It was the crazy cola can that carried around a giant texta gun, and he was climbing in through the window.

 

“Chrissybot, look! It’s our arch enemy! I must fight him,” Will said as he ran at the cola can, leaving Chris in the air. The cola can was shooting pens at Willybot when Berrybot walked in.

 

“Chrissybot are you okay?!” Berrybot said as he ran towards him.

 

“Yeah, I was just watching House and the light bulb exploded and I got a ladder but I was dancing and I fell and Will came in and—will you just help me down please?”

 

“Rahhhhhhh!!” Will had just shot the cola can with his own texta gun.

 

“Can you help me get Chrissybot down?” Guy asked Will.

 

Will walked over and pushed the button behind Chris’s ear, returning him to normal speed. Guy caught Chris once he reached the ground.

 

“Thanks boys,” Chris said.

 

Fashionably late, Jonny walked in with his friend, Jim from Ghost Whisperer. Jonny was holding a bag of barbeque potato chips and a large orange soda.

 

“Johnnybot, where have you been?” Guy asked urgently.

 

“I was eating dinner.”

 

“But I was in trouble, and all you were doing is eating crisps!” Chris said, insulted.

 

Jim from Ghost Whisperer looked confused and said, "Well, y'know, it is a bag of crisps... think about it..."

 

 

and here was the plot--sorry again, Hahna, for changing it a little and taking out Mrs. Crumblebottom from the Sims!

 

Plot: Chris's lightbulb suddenly bursts while he's watching House ( ). Oh noes! Chris fetches his ladder to reach the bulb but when he's halfway up the ladder he starts to fall. Oh noes! :O Thankfully, he's in super slow mo mode 'coz he is a robot (but no one kknows that he is a robot) so he clicks his button thingy on his head to slow down his fall, but still oh noes eventually he's gonna fall! Chris must contact one of his friends (Jonny, Will, Guy, the crazy cola can that carries around a giant texta gun ) but how?! OH NOES!

Characters: The crazy cola can that carries around a giant texta gun, Jonny, Will, Guy, Jim from Ghost Whisperer, Mrs. Crumblebottom from the Sims

Line: "Well, y'know, it is a bag of crisps... think about it..."

 

 

 

 

White Lips Kissed

 

Chapter 8

 

 

I awoke suddenly, not gradually as many describe their return to consciousness. Somewhere in the back of my mind, even while unconscious, I knew that I had an important duty to perform. And there wasn’t much time. I sat up.

 

I almost bumped into Francis, who was sitting on the other side of the couch. I hadn’t been on the couch before. He must have carried me somehow. It was revolting to think that his murderous hands had been helping me.

 

“Good, you’re awake. What happened? You were out cold!” He chuckled, obviously finding this hilarious. I didn’t mind. Soon I would be the one who was laughing.

 

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “I guess I haven’t been eating as much as I should lately.”

 

He frowned. “Oh, that’s no good. I warned you about that! I’ll go and find something for you.”

 

Normally I would have refused, but I needed him to leave the room for a bit. I couldn’t prepare myself for the final stage in my plan with him right there.

 

“I think I’ll go into the bathroom to freshen up. I can’t believe I actually passed out,” I said, shaking my head and laughing like Francis had. We parted ways for the last time as friends. In a few short moments, Francis would know how I really felt about him.

 

Inside the bathroom, I splashed some cool water on my face. I wanted my mind to be as clear as I could make it when I did this. I took the little bottle out of my pocket. I held it in my hand, feeling the cool plastic against my warm skin. This was it. It was finally time. I had been pushed to my limit, and now was the time to act.

 

I unscrewed the little black cap on the container for the first time. I expected some pungent odor to waft out of it, but the liquid was without any smell at all. I tipped my head back, and poured a few drops into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and felt the liquid slide down my throat. No taste either. I was a little disappointed. I was hoping for a bitter taste. It would make the vengeance taste that much sweeter.

 

As the final touch, I took a bit of poison on my finger and rubbed it on my lips. I quickly exited the bathroom and went to find Francis in the kitchen. I didn’t have much time; five minutes at the most. He had his back turned to me when I entered. I cleared my throat.

 

“Oh, Guy. I didn’t see you there. Are you sure you should be walking around just yet?”

 

I ignored his question. “Listen, Francis. I haven’t been completely honest with you

either. Do you remember when I told you about the close friend I once had?”

Francis looked a bit taken aback by my sudden question. But he managed to stutter out a “yes”.

 

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. His mind could already sense that something wasn’t right, even if he didn’t consciously know it yet. He took an instinctual step back.

“Well, he was more than just a friend to me. He was my lover, my ‘partner’ as you like to refer to it as. But that word falls so short in describing how I felt, and still feel, about him. He was the person I wanted to spend my life with. I loved, and still do love him more than anything else in this world.”

 

“You…you…disgusting…you’re one of them?”

 

“If by the, you mean a human being with the capacity to love another human being, then yes. I am one of them. But you aren’t, are you Francis? You’re an alien to the ways of love.”

 

I stepped closer to him. His eyes widened. I think he knew what I was going to say next.

 

“And do you remember when I said that he wasn’t around anymore? Well, here’s a little fact. He died. Or more accurately, he was killed. And here are a few more little tidbits of information. His name was Chris, he was my sweet and dearly beloved angel, and you killed him.”

 

Francis tired for the door then. I wasn’t having any of that. I blocked him. He panicked and backed up until he was against the wall. I was in step with him the whole time, our toes almost touching. I leaned in close, with my hands on the wall for support.

 

“Francis Rebbs, you are a horrible, evil, murdering bastard. You took my dear Chris away from me, and now you are going to pay. This vengeance, it will be perfect. I had planned this out the very next day following your wicked deed.”

 

I moved my hands to pin his arms back against the wall. He squirmed and his eyes darkened with fear. I leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear. “It’s time to face the consequences, my dear man.”

 

His face drained of color. His lips turned white. It was time to make my move. I brought my lips away from his ear and to his own lips. I pressed hard, forcing the poison coating on my lips to seep into his own skin.

 

I shoved him against the wall hard. “You have now been exposed to a most deadly poison. Less than a drop can kill a person. And you have had a few. Now you will die here, killed by the thing you hate the most.”

 

He slid to the ground. He faced expressed complete shock. He could only stare at me with horror. I licked my lips. I did taste something then, and it was the sweetest taste I had ever experienced. It was sugary and wonderful. The sweet flavor of revenge.

 

I could feel the room beginning to spin. I didn’t have much time. I had ingested many, many drops of the lethal poison. I felt myself falling into blackness. There were a lot of things I could have thought of in my final moments. I chose to keep in mind the images of the beautiful, angelic face of Chris. This was all for you, my love, I whispered. I didn’t know if I was saying it out loud or not. It didn’t matter.

 

Finally all was right with the world. I felt at peace, like watching a gentle snowfall on a crisp winter’s day. All of my sins were finally atoned for. I could only pray that Chris was out there somewhere, noticing all of this. Those white lips, they were kissed for you.

 

 

Christopher Anthony John Martin

&

Jonathan Mark Buckland

A Love Story

 

PART 1

The Younger Years

 

Chapter 3

What’s a kiss between friends?

 

 

“You know…” Jonny began as they walked through the relatively quiet London night. The streets were wet with the rain that had fallen, but the air was warm. The old brick buildings were still a bit unfamiliar to them, but they let their feet decide the way.

“I’m sorry for dragging you to that.” He finished.

 

“I had fun.” Chris said.

 

“You did?”

 

“Well, no.” They laughed. “But I like hanging out with you.”

 

“Me too.” Jonny said and blushed a little. “I mean, I like hanging with you, not me.” He rambled.

 

Chris smiled brightly. He reached into his jacket and took out a small silver flask.

 

“To new friendship, then!” He said and held up the flask before taking a swig. He passed it to Jonny who did the same.

 

They felt the fiery burn of the vodka go down their throats and land as a fuzzy warmth in their stomachs.

 

“Oh!” Chris suddenly exclaimed. “Look!” He pointed into a closed off garden. “Swings!”

 

Jonny laughed, feeling intoxicated by the night, the feeling of being young and the man in front of him (although he told himself much could probably be blamed on the alcohol) and he turned to Chris.

 

“Let’s go in!”

 

“But it’s locked.” Chris pouted.

 

Jonny smiled mischievously and began, with some difficulty, to climb the tall iron fence. He landed with an ungraceful thud on the other side and met Chris’ amused eyes.

 

“Come on, then!” He urged.

 

Chris nodded eagerly and quickly climbed the fence. He stopped, pursed on top of it.

“It’s a long way down.” He noted.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you!” Jonny answered.

 

And somehow Chris knew that it would always be like that.

 

“Okay!” He laughed and let go off the fence, tumbling down and landing on top of Jonny.

 

“Sorry!” He continued to laugh.

 

Jonny looked up into Chris’ ice-blue twinkling eyes, there was that strange feeling in his stomach again.

 

“’S alright…” He said in his soft voice. “I did catch you.”

 

“Yeah…” Chris breathed and licked his lips.

 

Chris raised his eyebrows as in question and Jonny felt his head slightly tip forward. Before he knew it, Chris had fastened his lips on his. Jonny exhaled heavily through his nose and Chris gently slid his hands across Jonny’s up-stretched arms, fiercely intertwining their hands.

 

They lay on the dark park ground, the orange light from the street faintly shining in through the ivy clad bars in the fence.

 

Chris suddenly broke the kiss, shooting up from the ground, panting for breath. His lips were swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

 

“So, how about those swings then?” He laughed and ran away into the darkness of the park.

 

Jonny remained on the ground, trying to catch his breath and calm his raging hormones. He blinked. What had just happened?

 

-*-

 

Chris pushed off from the ground, swinging his legs to gain more speed. His heart was beating like crazy. He wanted to apologize to Jonny for attacking him like that, but at the same time he didn’t. He wanted to laugh and he wanted to hide somewhere and not come out for another week or so.

 

He saw Jonny getting up from the ground and walking towards the swings. Jonny didn’t meet his eyes as he slowly sat down on the other swing and gently started to move back and forth.

 

“So, how about that kiss, huh?” Chris broke the silence and immediately wished he could sew his mouth shut. He cringed at his own awkwardness.

 

Jonny was silent for a while and Chris really wanted to hurt himself now.

 

“It was…” Jonny said with a small smile. “…Nice.”

 

“It was?” Chris asked, surprised. “I mean… It was.”

 

Jonny nodded. “Doesn’t mean anything, though, does it? I mean, we’re both a little drunk and… Yeah.”

 

“Totally.” Chris answered. “Didn’t mean a thing.”

 

But neither of them knew that the other one really wished it would have meant something.

 

Jonny smiled through his disappointment. “What is a little kissing between friends?”

 

“You said it.” Chris sighed quietly.

 

“And…” Jonny continued. “Since it doesn’t mean anything…”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“…Maybe we could do it again?”

 

Chris promptly put his feet down into the soft grass and stopped his swing.

 

 

Can I join?:)

The Meeting...... Chapter One

 

 

[it was a rough time for Coldplay, trying to find a new guitar player, we were set to

start a new tour for our 4th album and we didn't have an important member to complete

us. The last member got caught up in the drug scene, and Chris cut all ties and contracts with him, Yeah, we could just get a studio session guy to fill in, but Chris felt it was "too Impersonable". Will and myself finally found this guy who was introduced to us by a music

friend and we were going to introduce him to Chris and Phil at this pre tour party get together.

 

At the Party Chris and Phil walked in, scoping around the room, Chris say's to Phil, "So what are we suppose to do, just hire him cause Will and Guy say so?" Phil replied, "Chris stop being a ****, and take some risk for once in your life!" Chris with worried eyes, sighs, and starts walking towards Will. There's a tall man with a cap on with his back to Chris as he walks up.

"Hey Will" Chris says softly tapping him on the shoulder. Will turns around and grabs Chris by the arm and pulls him in as to whisper in his ear, "This guy knows everyone of our songs, and he's awesome, we heard him play this morning for us, don't fuck it up", as he gives his deathly stare. Chris's eyebrows throws down an evil look right back at him.

The Man turns to face Chris and when their eyes met, Chris had a rush of hot heat roll thru his body for the first time in his life, the Man stuck out his hand to Chris, but Chris's mind and body was running thru a volcano of hot lava, and he started to sweat. He was speechless and didn't hear Will saying, "Chris this is Jonny Buckland, Jon this is Chris." Jon still had his hand out and glanced over to Will as if "Is he ok?' Will backhanded Chris lightly as to wake him up out of his trance. "Uh, sorry mate, it's nice to meet you." They shook hands, and Chris

was still looking into the Man's deep green eyes when Jon said, "I'm really excited to be here and hopefully I will be good enough to fill the last guy's place for you."

Chris, sweaty hands and all just responded with a "Yeah, maybe, I have got to hear you play first, be at the studio in the morning." Chris walked away, leaving Jon feeling not so excited at his first meeting with the superstar, and Will just patted him on the back and said, "Really, he's excited, I can tell."

They both laughed alittle, and Will left Jon's side to mingle, and Jon's Green eyes wandered around the room to look for Chris, and Chris was standing talking to someone and looked up and their eyes met again, this time Jon felt an instant rush of heat thru his body, for he was looking at a the most sexiest man in the world.

 

Jon made his way to the bathroom to splash some water into his face and to shake off this erie feeling he was having, when Chris walked in and stood there watching Jon at the sink.

"Sorry, Jon, I know my meeting you back there seemed cold, but I am just stressing about the tour and things." Jon grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face, slightly embarrassed, to have water all over him, and said," I understand, Chris, but I know all your songs, and I feel confident I could complete your band for you."

"Well, like I said, I'll give you your chance in the morning, see how things go." Chris smiled.

 

The rest of the evening, Chris and Jonnys eye's kept searching for each others and everytime they found each others, they would quickly divert them elsewhere, they found each very intoxicating,a feeling neither of the men have ever felt before.

 

Jon had had a few lovers in his life, but knew from what he read the past years about Chris, that he dated women, was never linked to men, and had a highly publicized romance with a hollywood actress that was still off and on, all Jon knew is Chris made him feel different than the other men that had occupied his time over the years.]

 

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The Meeting Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

[Morning came and Chris jumped out of bed, showered, and had a cup of tea and looked over some mail from the day before. Looking at the clock, it was only 6:30am and wasn't meeting Jon until 10am. He was feeling anxious to hear Jon play, hoping he was gonna be able to tell him YES you belong in this band, he glanced over at a picture of him and G, and quickly put the frame down so he couldn't see the pic of him and his on and off again gal pal, he loved her, yes, but she wanted kids and he didn't, at least not yet, and that's why it was always on and off again with them. Why was this man haunting his sleep last night, was it because he knew he was the one he wanted to find? His piercing green eyes, kept him awake the night before, Chris just thought it's because he is in desperate times with the tour about to start and Jon was highly recommended and just chalked it up to being excited about finally getting a guitar player.

 

Jon was staying at the quiet little London hotel by the river, the record company footing the bill, thank goodness cause Jon has only a tiny bit of money in his pocket, and could never afford the place. He was told to order anything he wanted that it was all being taken care of, so he called room service and ordered some eggs, bacon, and toast, with tea. he hopped into the shower. The soap was blue, and he reached for it, he thought of Chris, with those lovely blue eyes that he knew was watching him the night before. he wondered if it was because he was just curious how I carried myself with others or really hoping he was maybe, just maybe checking him out? Nonesense, he quickly thought, the man loves women, quit thinking your all that Jon, as if Chris would be thinking of you, as you thought of him, he quickly smiled and laughed it off.

 

Chris was sitting behind the piano at the studio, it was 9:35am, 1 minute ago when he checked it was 9:34am, he slammed his fingers down on the piano like a madman, "Shit",

"What the hell is happening to me?" he thought to himself. Guy and Will come blasting thru the door, and greeted Chris, "Hey Kiddo", Will said, "Why do you insist on calling me Kiddo, Will, I am older than both of you." Guy replied," uh, because", Chris say's" Uh, because", Will looks and say's "Uh, Because." and they all laughed.

Will proceeds to pick-up the newspaper and say's Oooh look the daily slag mag say's " Chris Martin AKA "Kiddo" is one step closer to insanity, see page 4." Chris snatched the paper from Will's hands and exclaimed "Why do you torment me so?"

 

Just then the doorbell rang, Guy jumps up and walks to the door, "Jonny, good to see you, come on in." Jon smiled and walks toward the middle of the room, turns to Guy and said "Geez, I'm alittle nervous." "Aw don't be mate, you play great, don't let Chris intimidate you." Jon follows Guy into the studio, Chris looks up and said "Oh Hey Jon" and then looks back down at the paper, totally ignoring him, making Jon feel even more nervous, but Chris is sneaking with one eye, looks at the man from the paper he's holding, and finally say's "Right, let's get to it!" Jon get's his guitar out and say's "What do you want to start with?" Chris taps his fingers on the top of the piano, and thinks..... "Hmmmm, Hmmmm"

Will exclaims " Let's start with Violet Hill", Jon looks at Chris, and Chris, say's "No No, lets start with Violet Hill." Will looks at Guy and rolls his eyes and mouths "****" to Guy, Guy starts laughing, Will starts clapping his sticks together for the time, and they blast into the song, Chris's voice is out of tune, from not warming up, but continues on, when it gets to Jon's part, he rips it, the song finishes and Will and Guy start clapping and yelling, "That was brilliant"..... Chris puts his guitar down and walks out of the room........]

 

The Meeting Chapter 3 ( if after this chapter you think it's crap, I'll stop) LOL

 

 

[The three men sat and wondered why Chris just up and left, nothing, Nada. Jon spoke softly, "I guess I was shit." Guy replied, "Are you kidding Jon, you fucking nailed it", Will also gave his nod of approval and said, "It makes no sense.".......

 

Chris knocks on Phils door of his office, and pokes his head in. "Phil, Are you here?"

"Yeah, back here Chris." Phil yelled. Chris walks back to the office where there are stacks of applicants piled on his desk for the guitarist position. Chris takes his arm and places it on a space of the desk and shoves all the papers on the floor, smiling... "I see you have come to a decision about Buckland." replies Phil. Chris say's with a cheeky grin, "I have been waiting for along time for him to show up at our door." "He was amazing, he nailed every note on Violet Hill, he's the one." Phil stands up and walks towards Chris, leans on the desk and folds his arms, "Why I haven't seen you this excited in along time Chris, it's very refreshing." Chris gazing out the window of the 10 story office building, replies, "It's as if he was a gift of some sorts, like there's a reason for him being here at the exact time of our lives when we were searching for something new and exciting, Like someone is saying, Here, don't deny him, take him, love him, care for him." Phil shakes his head and replies back, "Um, you had me the first few lines, but you lost me with the love, care, and deny part of it, are you ok?" Chris shakes off his daydreaming and asks Phil to draw up the contracts for J to sign, "Everything is equal, right down the middle, royalties and , and everything." "Oh and cut him a check for five hundred thousand to get him started." "Oh my gosh, I gotta go and let him know, I walked out on the 3 of them in all the excitement."

Chris dashed out and flew down the stairs of the 10 story building and into his car.

 

Chris is driving thru the streets of London when the phone rings, it's Will.

"Hey Will, great news, I am on my way back to tell Jon about the band, he's hired"

"Chris" Will say's.... and he was brilliant, such a great guitar player, I can't wait to tell him.

"C H R I S"...... "WHAT" Chris yelled back, Will proceeded to tell him, Jon left thinking he was shit, and was headed back to the hotel to pack up. Chris hangs up and said "Fuck!"]

 

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Yay!!! Got it, Thank-You

Christopher Anthony John Martin

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Jonathan Mark Buckland

A Love Story

 

PART 1

The Younger Years

 

Chapter 4

Getting to know you

 

 

Chris looked over at Jonny. No, he stared. Jonny felt very self-conscious under Chris’ intense gaze.

 

“What?” Chris finally asked.

 

“Nothing, forget it.” Jonny mumbled and toed the grass underneath the swing.

 

“You…” Chris began “You want to kiss again?”

 

Jonny shrugged. “It was stupid, just ignore it.”

 

Chris stood up from his swing and walked away. Jonny’s heart sunk as he watched Chris’ retreating back.

 

“Are you coming?” Chris turned around and shouted.

 

Jonny stood up and slowly walked over to Chris, trying to read him.

“Where are we going?” He asked after a while.

 

Chris simply smiled and took Jonny’s warm hand in his.

“You’ll see.”

 

-*-

 

Chris had released Jonny’s hand almost as soon as he had taken it and Jonny had no idea what to expect from this little outing. They arrived back at the university.

 

“Come on.” Chris said and Jonny found himself once more taken by the hand and dragged to room 136. Chris’ room.

 

“So…” Chris said. “Do you want to come in?” He smiled a little.

 

“Yeah. Absolutely.” Jonny answered, butterflies flaring up in his stomach.

 

Chris bit his lip and unlocked the door.

 

The only light in the small space was from the streetlights shining through the small window over the bed.

 

Chris took Jonny’s hand again and led him to the bed. Chris sat down and nodded his head to his right. Jonny sat down too.

 

Jonny could see Chris’ silhouette in the faint light and reached out to tuck a stray curl behind his ear.

 

“I… I’ve never been with… Well, anyone.” Chris nervously laughed. “You know… Like that.”

 

Jonny frowned. “Oh… Oh!” He exclaimed as he caught up with what Chris was talking about.

 

“We don’t… We don’t have to do it, you know. If you don’t want to.”

 

Chris took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I mean… I’ve never felt like this for another guy before.”

 

“Felt like this?” Jonny asked, surprised.

 

“Uhm… I mean… Oh, shit.” Chris fell back against the bed. “I’m such a tosser. I’m sorry.”

 

Jonny knew that this was it. He had to make a decision that would determine how their relationship would turn out to be. He was scared. And he let fear take over.

 

“Let’s just forget it.”

 

“Really?” Chris asked, palms still over his face.

 

“Sure.”

 

“Good.” He sighed a little. “You still wanna…?” He trailed off.

 

The truth was that Jonny really, really wanted to. But again, he let fear take over.

 

“Maybe I should just go.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Listen, man…” Chris said as Jonny stood up. “I hope things don’t become weird between us now.”

 

“No, don’t worry about it.”

 

But both Jonny and Chris knew that he would.

 

Chris’ gaze followed Jonny as he left the room and he felt like a ton of bricks had decided to land on his heart.

 

Jonny walked out from Chris’ room without looking back and leaned heavily on the door after closing it.

 

The sun had just begun to peek over the London skyline, bathing the waking city in a golden shimmer.

 

-*-

 

Jonny had sullenly succeeded in getting himself to bed and he was so tired he had fallen asleep without any bigger difficulties.

 

Waking up, however, was a different matter.

 

He woke up at a quarter to two only to realize he had missed a lecture and an introduction to the school grounds. He sighed heavily as the previous night came back to him.

 

He got into the shower, letting the searing hot water stream down his back. He closed his eyes, trying to forget the intense kiss from the night before. Closing his eyes made it worse – he couldn’t get the striking blue of Chris’ eyes out of his mind. He leaned his forehead against the wet tiles.

 

It was not going to be a good day.

 

-*-

 

In another part of the UCL dorm building, Chris was having the exact same thought.

He had been awake all night, thinking about the events that had taken place. Now he had to get up and go to his lecture. He really didn’t feel like it. He, however, decided that he needed something to keep his mind of the pretty guitar player “I’m not gonna think his name.” He told himself.

 

He decided that chocolate would be the way to go and he tiredly stumbled out of his room, clothes wrinkled and hair messy from the night before.

 

He quickly found a vending machine and gratefully sunk his teeth into a Mars bar. It was so good he almost wanted to cry. At least that was what he kept telling himself.

He dragged his feet back to his room, thinking he should at least try to sleep. He opened his door, realizing he had forgotten to lock the door.

 

He caught his breath.

Jonny lay on Chris’ bed, clutching his pillow.

 

Chris stood in the doorway, blinking a few times. He felt his heart swell with unabashed joy. He wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his trousers, making them slide even further down his hips.

 

He quietly closed the door behind him and tip-toed through the room. He didn’t really know what to do, but he suddenly felt very sleepy and, not so gracefully, climbed into his bed and lay down next to Jonny.

He breathed very quietly, not wanting to disturb Jonny’s relaxed breath. Chris studied him carefully as he slept. He even dared to gently move his fingers across Jonny’s relaxed brow. Not waking Jonny up, he continued to run his hand through Jonny’s short hair. It was damp against his thin hand.

 

He lay down his head close to Jonny’s and he felt the sweet, deep breaths of the man next to him against his cheek. He sighed contently and soon drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face and his hand intertwined with Jonny’s.

 

 

The Last Place (You Were Looking)

 

Part Three

 

 

“Sit down, please.”

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“Just sit down.”

 

She was crying. The phone was resting beside her, and I guessed that she must have been told something to make her so upset.

 

“What's wrong?” I asked again.

 

“There was, um... there was an accident.”

 

Of course, my first thought was that my parents had gone out to dinner that night. But my little brother had also gone out with his friends.

 

“How bad was it?”

 

She shook her head and started crying again.

 

“Chris, we... w-we don't have parents anymore.”

 

Jonny and I were extremely tired. We'd been walking all day, and the sun had already gone down by this point. The moon gave us enough light to see where we were going, but we didn't want to go any further.

 

The open fields around us looked so inviting. It still wasn't obvious who they were owned by, but Jonny argued that since there weren't any trespassing signs, it would be all right for us to stay there until morning.

 

Jonny had thought of everything, I swear. Well, mostly everything. If it had been my idea to run away, I wouldn't have brought money, or clothes, or food, or anything like that. Jonny had brought all of that, and sure, we had to be really careful with how much we used so we wouldn't run out of food or water or money before we actually settled somewhere, but it was still something I wouldn't have even thought of.

 

Just one more thing to love about Jonny.

 

“There are too many stars, you know that?” Jonny said. We were laying in the grass a fair distance away from the road, side by side.

 

“I don't think so. I think they're wonderful.”

 

I stared up at the stars, but my eyes were starting to close. My breathing eventually became labored, though I was still conscious. Jonny must have noticed.

 

“Chris,” Jonny softly and sweetly called, “are you falling asleep?”

 

“Mm-hmm.”

 

Then I felt Jonny move as he rested his head against my chest. I tilted my head and buried my nose in his hair. Big surprise, he smelled like Jonny. But that is the best smell in the world.

 

“Goodnight, Chris.”

 

I think I slipped up and told Jonny I loved him, but luckily in my tiredness, nothing I said was coherent. At least, I was pretty sure it wasn't.

 

Jonny and I were still in the same position when morning came. I woke up and felt the warmth coming from his palm as it laid on my stomach. Then suddenly something occurred to me; there was a sound coming from somewhere very nearby that did not sound like any sort of nature...

 

I tried to lift my head without moving Jonny at all, which was a difficult and nearly impossible task. But I managed it in the end, and I saw the faint outline of a car in the foggy distance.

 

My heart sank; my mind seemed to channel Jonny and the first thing I thought was that they'd found us. We'd been caught, and now they would try to separate us again forever.

 

And while I thought that Jonny was still sleeping (I always think this, but he always seems to wake before I do), not long after I saw the car his soft voice spoke. “Chris, who is that?”

 

“I have no idea... Do you think they know we're here?” I was still just as afraid as Jonny, but I tried not to show it. “Maybe it's whoever owns this place.”

 

“I hope they don't mind that we stayed here.” I couldn't see his face, but I could tell that Jonny was looking rather anxious right about now. “There weren't any signs or anything.”

 

“It's fine, babe, I don't think they noticed us.”

 

I wasn't even sure if there were people outside of the car or even in the car, but the car was obviously running. Jonny sat up- actually, he flat out stood up and slowly started to walk over to the car. I watched him, sitting up myself, and hoped he knew what he was doing.

 

About halfway between where I was and the car, Jonny stopped. He craned his neck a bit and tried to peer inside. Then he turned around and shrugged.

 

“It doesn't look like anyone's in there.”

 

“But where could they be? I mean, there's not really any place around here to hide or anything.”

 

“I don't know.” Jonny quickly walked back over to where I was, and held out his hand to help me up. With his other hand he grabbed our backpack and then began to walk, pulling me along with him. “But I think we should leave now. You know, just in case.”

 

“OK.”

 

“It's just that I don't want to take any chances,” he said.

 

“OK.”

 

“I don't want to get caught. I don't want them to send me away from you.”

 

“Jonny!” I pulled back my hand a little to get his attention. He looked back at me with questioning eyes. “It's OK. I don't want that either.”

 

His eyes changed briefly and as chills ran down my back I thought I saw in them the very same thing I was hiding. But I quickly convinced myself that I was just imagining things. We started to walk again.

 

“Chris, I really thought we wouldn't see each other again.” He wasn't looking at me anymore, but his hand squeezed mine just a little bit harder. “I couldn't handle that.”

 

“Well, then, it's a good thing we ran away, huh?” I smiled.

 

Jonny glanced back at the car, then his pace seemed to quicken. I was worried, though more confused- until, of course, I heard the dull purr of the idle car roar as its engine revved. Then I started to walk faster, too.

 

 

The Meeting Chapter 4

 

 

[ Jon starts to check out at the front desk, when the man from behind the desk hands an envelope to Jon, "This came for you today sir." Thank-You Jon said. He walked over to the sofa in the lobby and sat and opened it. There was a check for 500 thousand dollars and a note saying, "Welcome to Coldplay, more of this to come." signed Phil. Jon stared at the check and almost fainted. There was a loud thud by the front door of the hotel and a couple bell hops running past him saying "What an idiot", Jon rose to his feet to see a man being thrown from the revolving doors, ya know the ones you step thru and it takes you around to the opening, well, Jon reaches the man to see him sprawled on his stomache, realizing it's Chris, Jon bends down and say's "You ok, Chris?" Chris lifts his head and looks around at all the people around him, totally embarrassed, and say's with a smile, "That first steps a doozy, Huh?" Jon helps him up and takes him over to the sofa, and Chris shakes it off, "Fuck, that was Fun!" Jon cracks up and tells him about the envelope, Chris apologizes for running out and puts his arm around Jons neck and say's "I've... We've been waiting for someone like you to come along, will you accept?" Jon looks at the check and exclaims he doesn't think it's enough money, and Chris wide-eyed say's "Anything, anything, you want."

Jon looks at Chris and almost spits out "You" but say's how about some dinner?

 

Hours later the 2 men are sitting across from each other having dinner, Chris stares at Jon when he's not looking, and vise versa, they talk about the band and the tour that's about to start, Jon's very excited and very nervous to play in front of a large crowd. Dinner turns into drinks at the bar, and Chris and Jon have disscussed everything from childhood to past relationships. Chris suggests that Jon come to his house to stay until the tour starts up, then after it's over Jon can concentrate on getting a home in London. They begin to leave for the car, and as they approach the revolving doors, Jon goes thru to the other side, and Chris opts for the single door, shaking his finger at the revolving door, stating "Your not gonna fuck with me a second time."

 

As they wait for the valet to bring the car, the 2 newfound buds are laughing it up, drinks have helped the situation, when someone calls out, "Jon", Jon turns and see's HIM. Jon's heart sank, it was David the guy he just broke it off with last month, he finally got the courage to leave him, the guy treated Jon like shit, always cutting him down, calling him fat, but Jon was so in love with him, he thought he didn't deserve anyone else, so he stayed, until he came to London in search of hooking up with a band.

 

"Hey Dave, he said in a scared kinda way, Chris looked on and the smiles have now left his face. David asked Jon if he would come back to the bar and have a drink and talk things over, he missed him and was sorry... The same ole song and dance Jon always fell for. Chris stood there like a statue realizing this is the relationship he talked about in the bar. The car came up and Chris said, "Cars here Jon", Chris new what was coming next, "Um, Chris do you mind, I think I'll just stay here at the hotel tonight." Chris moved closer to Jon and said, "please, Jon you don't need to do this." Jon said, "You don't understand Chris, he found me, I can never get rid of him, I'm destined to be with him, I'm not good enough for anyone else, as Jon walked away Chris could only watch his dejected friend turn and walk away with HIM.]

 

The Last Place (You Were Looking)

 

Part Four

 

 

“How are you feeling?”

 

“I don't know.” The pillow shoved up against my mouth muffled my voice, but I think she heard me well enough.

 

“There's someone at the door for you, if you're up for it.”

 

I blinked carelessly a few times, staring at the old photograph on my dresser. All of us, one big happy family, smiling. Not anymore.

 

“...Who?”

 

“Um... that one kid you hang out with all the time. Jonny?”

 

I pretty much knew that it was going to be him; I didn't have any other friends really, and certainly not ones who would want to see me. I did wonder precisely why Jonny was visiting, though it ultimately didn't matter to me.

 

“Tell him I'll be there in a minute.”

 

The car had just zoomed right past us, so the panic it set in only lasted momentarily. After that, we didn't come into contact with any other humans until the distant image of a new town came into view.

 

“Jonny...”

 

My voice was nearly a whisper, awed at such a wonderful sight. The town looked no fancier or more paradisiacal than any other I had seen, but I was just overcome with this feeling that we'd made it. Not that we really had any intention to settle in that town- Jonny thought it was still maybe too close to our old homes, and I agreed- but we had finally stumbled upon a mini society that we were totally unfamiliar with. To me, that was making it, and we did. We made it.

 

“Should we stop somewhere? It can't be that late, we've only been walking for an hour or so.”

 

“Do you want to stop?”

 

“Well, I mean, maybe we should stop somewhere and get, like, directions or something... I don't know where we'd get directions to...”

 

“We can get directions to the place where we can survive and not be bothered by people. I don't think it exists, but we could try,” I suggested.

 

“That sounds wonderful,” he said with a hint of a smile. I wanted to kiss him, and so I did. I kissed him on the cheek. It was nice to know that I didn't have to worry about it.

 

I think some people on the sidewalk gave us funny looks as we passed. I suppose it could be just because we were new faces, but it most likely had something to do with our intertwined hands. But people like that are just jerks.

 

“You boys aren't from around here, are you?” asked the clerk in the convenience store we stopped at. There was a sort of sneer in his tone.

 

“The next town over,” Jonny said. “Why, do we stick out or something?”

 

The man narrowed his eyes and scoffed a little. “What are you doing here then?”

 

“That's none of your concern. We're here because we want to be, though I think that's changing rather rapidly.” Jonny turned to me and said, “Maybe we should leave and find someplace else. This guy obviously doesn't want our business.”

 

“All right,” the man loudly said, “forget I asked. Can I help you boys with anything?”

 

Jonny sighed and tried to think. “We need a place to stay.”

 

“You're runaways, aren't you?” he asked with a knowing look. Upon seeing Jonny's expression turn to something resembling fear, he added, “I'm not gonna turn you in or anything, don't worry. But I'm not sure I can be of much help.”

 

“Sir, please, anywhere works,” I said. “We just need a place to stay.”

 

The man looked at me, ponderously. “There's a place a few miles south of here... No one owns it, kids stay there all the time. Adults, too.”

 

“Can you give us directions?” Jonny asked.

 

“Not hardly. Just walk in that direction,” he pointed across the store, though obviously he meant we had to walk outside, “and you'll hit it. You'll know when you're there.”

 

“All right. Thank you.”

 

Jonny left, pulling me along with him. We walked just like the man had told us to, once again passing by rude and judgmental pedestrians. This time I think some of the people even said things under their breath, no doubt cruel and ignorant. It sort of reminded me of her.

 

Man, she was pissed when she found out. I don't see why, since it's not like I'm her kid. And those people whose kid I used to be, they wouldn't have cared. But she cared.

 

So I liked Jonny, was it really that bad? And Jonny liked me, too. They should all have just been satisfied that we were both happy. I hadn't been happy in a long time before that.

 

Jonny must have sensed that something was wrong as my thoughts drifted aimlessly, because suddenly as we were strolling down the sidewalk he stopped. I stopped with him and looked at him with questioning eyes, wondering what the hell was going on.

 

Jonny didn't say anything, he just stared at me and observed for a while.

 

“What?” I finally asked.

 

“We'll make it. We can make this work.” I was a little surprised by Jonny's sudden confidence. Maybe an entire day without being found had persuaded him? “We won't ever have to deal with them again, OK? So don't be sad.”

 

My heart swelled, and I kissed him, but this time I did it for real. None of that cheek business, I went straight for his lips. I might have temporarily forgotten that we were surrounded by people, but it didn't matter much anyway.

 

It took another hour before we reached the place that seemed to fit the store clerk's description, as vague as that had been. There was a girl sitting on a large rock off to the side of the road, just staring at the air in front of her. She saw us.

 

“Newcomers!” she exclaimed, hopping off and running towards us. Her eyes scanned back and forth between Jonny and I. “Runaways, perfect.”

 

She ran off again, and Jonny and I stayed where we were, exchanging confused glances.

 

 

-

The Last Place (You Were Looking)

 

Part Five

 

 

“What a big shot you are.”

 

Jonny was holding a small stuffed lobster in his hands. I'd just returned from the restrooms to find that apparently he'd won it at one of the games. I mocked him accordingly, then he handed it to me.

 

“Here,” he said.

 

I was rather touched by his generosity, but I couldn't take it.

 

“No, it's yours.”

 

“Actually, I won it for you.” He shoved the lobster into my hands forcefully. “I thought maybe it would cheer you up.”

 

Then suddenly I was overcome with emotion, and the only thing I could think to do was to kiss him. Which I did.

 

I didn't actually think about it. If I had, I might not have done it. The fear that would have presented itself had I thought beforehand briefly showed up, until Jonny kissed me back. Then I knew I had nothing to worry about.

 

The crazy girl returned shortly after she had disappeared. She was alone, but she brought Jonny and I to a rather wooded area where several other kids were. They looked to be about our age, more or less.

 

“Hey, everyone!” she called out, and the kids all looked up at her. “It's time to meet the newbies.”

 

Jonny glanced at me and bit his lip to stifle a giggle. Newbies, really? Maybe they were younger than us.

 

“What are your names?” one of the kids asked.

 

“Jonny.”

 

“Chris.”

 

“You're going to stay here?”

 

“We were planning on it,” Jonny said.

 

“All right, well, no need to get snarky, eh? I was just asking.”

 

“That's Timothy,” the crazy girl said to us. “He was one of the first here.”

 

“How long have you all been here?”

 

“I've been here for three years. Scratch,” she pointed to one of the kids, “has been here four. Lily's going on six months. Oh, and Timmy. He was born here.”

 

I didn't mean to laugh, it just kinda came out. Then when everyone looked at me I had to justify it. “Scratch? That's not your real name, is it?”

 

“He had the chicken pox when he came here,” Crazy explained to us.

 

“Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense.”

 

“And he doesn't talk, so we don't know his real name. Anyway, Timmy's been here his whole life.”

 

“My mum owns this place,” Timothy said.

 

“I thought no one owned it?”

 

“No one thinks anyone owns it. But my mum does. She doesn't care, though. This place is basically an outdoor shelter, as weird as that sounds.”

 

“We're very glad to have you here,” the girl who appeared to be Lily said.

 

“She's only saying that because it means she's not the newest anymore,” Timothy said. “Newbies don't get the same privileges as everyone else.”

 

“Like what?” Jonny asked.

 

“You're last for everything,” Lily replied, “and you're lucky if you get food seven days a week.” I hadn't really noticed until then just how skinny she was compared to the others. “But it's worth it,” she added.

 

“Listen, guys, I'll take you to your spot. You can set your stuff down, then we'll come back here and... talk.” Timothy shot a dark look at Crazy, who then seemed to withdraw into herself.

 

As we walked by, following Timothy, I asked Crazy what her name was.

 

“Felicia,” she said.

 

“Nice to meet you, Felicia.”

 

“I wouldn't be so sure.” I was going to say something in return, but I had to leave.

 

Timothy led us to a very nearby location, a small open patch of grass completely encircled by trees. That was our spot. Our spot. I was so happy.

 

“Your mum really doesn't mind people staying here like this?” I asked.

 

“Nah, she loves it. She loves knowing that she can help people out by giving them a place to stay when they need it.”

 

“We certainly appreciate it,” Jonny said. He dropped our bag on the grass and we began to return to the others.

 

When we came back, Felicia was talking to Lily. As soon as she saw us, she instantly stopped. She walked over to Timothy, hesitantly, and then the two went off God knows where.

 

Jonny and I sat with Lily. She was really skinny. It was almost scary. I asked her if she thought we'd end up that skinny; she said yes.

 

“Who knows when the next people will come? Until then you're stuck being the new kids. You should have seen Scratch when I got here...”

 

Something about that sounded off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It didn't matter much to me at that moment, anyway.

 

Everything was quiet until Timothy and Felicia returned. Felicia looked a lot better than she did before. Even a little devious, if you ask me.

 

Timothy stopped in front of us. Felicia gave him a wink as she walked on and stood beside the other two.

 

“You're clear for today. We'll give you food, and you can just chill here. Tomorrow, I'll show you around and instruct you on what you'll be doing to earn your living. We're generous, but you've got to work. Help out, you know?”

 

“That's fine,” Jonny said. “Thank you, again.”

 

“It's not a problem,” Timothy replied, then he winked. But it almost seemed like he was looking at Felicia when he winked. I started to suspect that there was maybe something between them. But who am I to judge?

 

“Have a seat over here, guys!” Felicia yelled to us. Jonny and I sat down with the others, across from Felicia and Lily. For a minute or two I had trouble finding exactly where Scratch was sitting, but I soon realized that he was sitting almost behind me. Timothy seemed to have disappeared completely, though. “Tell us more about yourselves.”

 

 

A little something that came out just now.

Violet Hill

 

 

The air is still. I quietly inhale, drawing in sweet air in my lungs. Chest expanding - my heart begins to pick up its beat. The softness of your hand against mine is otherworldly. I feel the edges of my lips turn up as I watch you from the corner of my eye. The eternity stretches around us, thousands of stars glitters in the sky above. Sometimes I feel like the universe is crashing down on us, shards of stars piercing my heart.

 

I draw in another breath. Louder this time. You turn your head to look at me. I find that comforting – you watching me. You tighten your grip on my hand. I close my eyes, breathing in the smell of the night air. Our heartbeats echo in the night, in time.

 

I swallow, my throat is dry. My left hand leaves the grass it has been resting on and I put it against your cheek. The prickly stubble scratches against my thumb as I gently move it back and forth. You smile, and the sparkle in your eyes magnify, making me blind to everything else but you.

 

I take a deep breath and pull you close, my hand desperately getting entangled in your hair. I breathe in through my nose, as I fiercely press my lips against yours, hard enough to bruise your perfect lips. You don’t seem to mind. I inhale again, not wanting to break our connection. I breathe in your cologne and my heart rejoices. My nose presses against your cheek as I deepen our kiss.

 

The night air whooshes around us as a sudden gust of wind blows across the hilltop. Below us shine the lights of the city, they pale in comparison as I open my eyes and see the gentle curve of your closed eyelids, your eyelashes resting softly on your cheeks. I could cry, but I don’t.

We break apart to breathe. I find this unnecessary. I could live on the feel of your sweet lips against mine.

 

You smile gently and I’m transfixed by the shape of your lips, the intense, swollen red that followed after my desperation. I want to apologize but you whisper to me to close my eyes. I draw in a shaky breath, how someone could have such an effect on me is beyond my understanding. But I comply, and the world beneath my eyelids is black.

 

You take my hand, and I feel you shaking. My first instinct is to open my eyes and make sure you’re alright, but you know me too well and have already put another shaky hand across my eyes.

 

You release my hand and I feel a pang in my chest at the loss of your touch.

Then there’s another sensation. A faint pressure in the middle of my hand. Like you placed a kiss there that decided to linger. You remove your hand from my eyes and I take this as permission to open them.

 

I feel my heart jump in my chest. I open my mouth and I feel like I’m gasping for air.

 

In the middle of my hand is a simple silver ring.

 

I look up at you, and I see my big, surprised eyes reflected in your unsure ones.

 

Then I nod furiously and I know nothing more than the sound of your laughter.

 

 

The Meeting Chapter 5 Rated R

 

 

[ Chris'sPOV

 

I am wondering after only 4 day's of meeting Jonny why I am feeling the way I am. I have never felt this way towards a man before, I want to comfort him, but I don't know if I can.Watching him with David the past few day's at rehearsals has killed me inside, David is an ass to Jon, why does he put up with it? He deserves to be treated like a King, not a servant. I have had to leave the room more than once, and I wonder if Jon knows why, can he see the hurt I am hiding inside? Those green eyes, are tired looking, please see me Jon....

 

JonsPOV

I hate that I am so weak, why didn't I just tell David to take a hike? The year has taken a toll on me, with Davids wants and needs, not ever seeing what I need, I am so tired, but he say's he is the only one that would ever put up with me, or Love me, stating that I am so weird and emotional for anyone to Love me, I guess he's right. Chris is hurting for some odd reason, I see it and feel it, why couldn't he be in love with me, wait because I am weak and weird and because he likes women. I am so attracted to Chris, if only he could see me with those beautiful blue tired eyes of his, please see me Chris.........

 

Rehearsals are over, plane is ready to leave tomorrow morning for Denmark, David will be coming in 2 days to join Jon. Jon told him he'd be bored and there wouldn't be much time for him, but that didn't work. Chris told Jon he thought his rehearsals with the band were awesome and that he was ready for the gigs. Chris had written a new song called Moses, and they really played it well, and were thinking about trying it out on the first night, Chris wrote that for Jon, but said it was for G, didn't wanna push the envelope concerning his feelings for Jon, just yet.

 

Chris's POV

Laying in bed his mind wanders and see's J, standing at his bedside, J drops to his knees, and reassures Chris it will be ok, don't be afraid, he unfastens Chris's pants and slowly pulls them down, gently kissing just below his belly button, Chris is very tense, no man has ever been there before, J say's relax, Chris is still tense, and J slowly kisses Chris's manhood, Chris's body jerks a bit, and with each motion J does with his mouth and Hand Chris's body goes limp and rolls with it, J gives him alittle grin knowing Chris is enjoying it. Just about ready to cum Chris taps him on the head and tells him he better come up, I am about to explode, J, smiles and continues, as Chris starts to climax, the phone rings........ Chris shakes off the erotic visions of him and Jon to answer the phone to hear Kelly saying "Cars Here Chris for the airport."]