The Glass

Part 4

 

 

 

"God?" What was I getting myself into?

 

"Yes. We are bringing you home," older female Chris answered.

 

"I live in a castle, then?" Not bad, I think.

 

"Yes."

 

"Alright, cool." It seemed like there was nothing left to discuss, so I just let my eyes wander out the window. It was amazing how deserted everything was. I suppose that's a rather insulting reflection on my intelligence or something. In any case, the world surrounding the giant van seemed to be a completly blank grass canvas. It was a bit unnerving, to be honest, but as I was just in my imagination, and the people I was with seemed nice in their own creepy sort of way, I decided to just go with the flow.

 

Usually when you hear the word 'journey', you'd think some long trip, with lots of boring traveling and maybe even some obstacles along the way, right? So I did not expect a ten-minute car ride to be the entire journey. But ten minutes later, we're apparently there. It was magnificent how everything had changed. The desolate canvas was now rich with civilization, from massive crowds of people walking the small streets to towering buildings that sprouted from the ground. Looking around, however, there appeared to be no castle in sight.

 

"Um... I don't see this castle," I voiced.

 

"Of course not," older male Chris replied. "It doesn't exist yet."

 

"Oh." An odd comment in a sane man's world. In there, not so much. It made all the sense in the world. The castle didn't exist, because there was no reason for it to exist. Not before I had arrived, anyway. Same with the town. Everything had been empty before, because it didn't need to be there.

 

"Follow me," he said. He led me to a large plot of land, though I felt as if I already knew where to walk to. As soon as we stopped, poles began to emerge from the ground. Slowly, they connected to form the shape of a castle. Then the most wonderful thing happened.

 

A dark cloud formed just above the castle, and suddenly it began to... 'rain'. But it wasn't rain. It was chocolate. Chocolate poured from the sky, filling in the missing bits in between poles and hardening to form walls. Not only did I live in a castle, but I lived in a castle made of chocolate. Amazing.

 

"Well, go in then," he said. "You're finally home."

 

Home. It was like chocolate heaven. I was so happy. I walked inside, all the while taking in the astonishing sight before me. The walls were a rich dark chocolate (I would know, mostly because I took a bite of almost everything in there), and the floors were made of the most delicious white chocolate that I had ever tasted (that one was a bit harder to try). Even the furniture was chocolate.

 

I climbed up all the stairs, and found myself on the very top of the castle. I looked down to see the Chrises of my mind, all looking up at me and smiling. Every single one of them was gathered around to see me. It was a bit weird, but also a bit exciting at the same time. I gave them all a wave, and was returned with a few screams. It was kinda like a concert or something, except I wasn't singing (yet), none of the other three were there, and everyone had the same name. I decided it would be a nice thing if I thanked them for bringing me home, as they all seemed so kind, so I did.

 

Then, for some odd reason, it hit me. There weren't really any signs hinting at it, I just somehow knew. The castle I was standing on meant something. This wasn't just like chocolate heaven, it was chocolate heaven. I was dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:surprised:

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

"That was a weird movie," Chris said.

"I hate when they just leave you hanging like that," Will said, switching off the DVD player.

Chris yawned and stood up.

"I better get home," he said.

Will looked up quickly.

"You aren't spending the night?" he asked.

"I have to go home sometime," Chris told him.

"Not necessarily," Will said, "You could just stay here."

"You mean, all the time?" Chris asked.

He wasn't sure what Will was getting at.

"Yeah," Will said, "You could just, you know, live here."

Chris smiled brightly.

"That's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me," he told Will.

Will looked slightly embarrassed and very uncomfortable.

"It's okay," he said, "You don't have to. I hadn't planned to ask. It just sort of came out."

"Well, it is something to think about," Chris said.

"I'll get your coat," Will said.

"It isn't that I don't want to," Chris told him, "It's just that Guy and Jonny would have to know about us then."

"I know," Will said, holding out the jacket for Chris to put on.

"How do you feel about that?" Chris asked, searching his face for some clue as to what he was thinking.

"I don't care," Will said, "I would like to tell the whole world that you are with me."

Chris blinked several times.

He was completely stunned.

Will was looking at him, waiting to see what he would say.

"Maybe not the whole world," Chris said, "Let's just start with those two."

Will reached down and took both of Chris' hands.

"It will be okay," he said, bringing the hands to his mouth and kissing them.

"I believe it will when you say it like that," Chris told him.

"So, we tell them tomorrow then?"

Chris nodded.

"Yes, we tell them tomorrow as soon as we get to the studio."

"Does that mean that you will live here too?" Will asked.

"Yes," Chris said, "I would like nothing better than to live with you."

Will pulled Chris to him and hugged him tightly.

"This is the best day of my life," he said.

 

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy didn't move.

Jonny didn't move.

Neither of them spoke.

Chris cleared his throat.

"Say something," he told them.

Guy opened his mouth, but then changed his mind.

Jonny was staring blankly into space.

Chris looked at Will with a scared helpless look on his face.

Will gave him a little smile and a wink.

Chris felt a little better and smiled slightly.

"So it was you at Will's apartment the other night?" Guy asked.

Chris nodded.

"Shit," Jonny said, quietly, "I can't fucking believe this."

The other three looked at him.

"I feel like such an idiot," Jonny said, looking up at Chris, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chris didn't know what to say.

"We are supposed to be best friends. How could you keep something so important from me?"

"I just didn't know how you would react," Chris said.

Jonny stood up.

"That's what makes it so bad," he said, "You should have known I would just be happy that you were happy."

"I'm sorry," Chris said, reaching out to touch Jonny's arm.

Jonny jerked his arm away.

"Don't touch me," he said, quietly, "Don't even talk to me. I don't even know who you are."

"Jon, please...."

"I trusted you with everything in my life," Jonny said, hoarsely, "There's nothing I didn't share with you. And this is how you repay me? Keeping secrets?"

"We were just scared," Will said.

Jonny looked at him and his jaw twitched.

"I can understand that," he said, "But we, Guy and I, are not strangers."

"We aren't the enemy," Guy added.

Will put his arm around Chris.

They both felt terrible.

"So you don't care if we are together?" Will asked.

"Hell no," Guy said.

Jonny shook his head.

"That's your business," he said.

"You just should have told us the truth. We deserve that," Guy said.

"Will you forgive us?" Chris asked.

"What do you think?" Guy asked, looking at Jonny.

"I guess so," Jonny said, "But I am not helping you move that damn piano again."

 

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 20/Epilogue (I had to end it on an even number!)

 

 

 

 

Fifteen minutes later, Guy’s head was resting on my shoulder, and he was fast asleep. I had to admit; his breath felt really strange on my collar, and I shuddered every time he moved. But I felt too bad for Guy to wake him up. How could I? To see him sleeping peacefully made me happier than I had felt in weeks.

 

But I had come to this seat for a reason. I smiled as I pulled out my big Sharpie marker. “Jonny!” hissed Chris, appearing at my other shoulder. “Did you do it yet?”

 

“No, I will!”

 

“Hurry...”

 

“Chris, shut up,” I whispered.

 

“What are you two whispering about?” called Will from a few sections down.

 

“Shh!”

 

Will stood up and peered over at us. “If he hasn’t woken up with all the jet noise, I doubt I’ll wake him. What are you doing?”

 

“Making him a big, curly mustache,” said Chris, grinning like a little kid.

 

I held up the Sharpie, and Will rolled his eyes. “Come on, Jon, look at him. What if you wake him up while you’re busy drawing his big, curly mustache?”

 

I swallowed and glanced down at his messy dark hair; the only part of him I could see. Will was right. What if I woke him up? I promised I’d keep him safe, if only from practical jokes. My stomach clenched with guilt, and I looked at Chris apologetically.

 

“Sorry, mate. I can’t do it.”

 

Chris sighed and leaned his chin on the back of my seat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, J.” He reached down and ran a hand gently through Guy’s hair. “I still feel so bad for him.”

 

Will slid into the section of seats in front of me and crossed his arms over them. “I just can’t stop thinking about what’s happened to him.”

 

“Every day,” I agreed.

 

“Well, at least he’s started acting like his old self again. He’s getting better, right?” asked Chris, looking for reassurance. I nodded, taking a glance out the window.

 

“You’ve really helped him, Jon,” said Will. “He really trusts you.”

 

I felt my skin tingle with embarrassment. “You’ve both helped him too. And I know he trusts you guys.”

 

Chris shrugged. “You’re the one who really got him through the r...” He couldn’t finish the word.

 

“And I have a feeling he only listened to you about the Ecstasy because of that. He cares a lot about what you.”

 

“I was pretty much last to find out about everything,” groaned Chris.

 

“He only tried to hide things because he was ashamed. He didn’t want you to think badly of him, and he didn’t want you to worry,” I defended.

 

At that moment, Guy stirred and made a soft noise. I went silent, holding my breath, as did everyone else. But he didn’t wake up.

 

“He doesn’t like all the talking,” said Will quietly. “We should probably shut up.” Sighing, I rested my head against the bassist’s.

 

“Well, we’ve only got about two hours left until decent.”

 

“In that case, I’m getting some coffee,” muttered Chris, looking around for a stewardess.

 

“I’ll go back to my seat.”

 

I watched as Will made his way back down the aisle. A minute after they left, Guy’s breathing became more uneven, making me certain he was awake. I leaned my head away, my stomach dropping. How long had he been conscious? He sat up quickly, muttering an apology for sleeping on my shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” I asked nervously.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Since when have you been awake?”

 

He shrugged uncomfortably. “Someone stroked my hair.”

 

“It was Chris,” I choked out, examining my fingernails. “But...you were listening to all that...?”

 

“When I realized you were talking about me, yeah.”

 

I stifled the urge to groan. “Oh. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to presume...”

 

“No, Jon. It’s okay. All of you were right.” He crossed his arms and turned to stare out the window. I bit the inside of my cheek as I put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” Guy repeated. “Really.”

 

“My shoulder’s open, you know. In case you get tired...”

 

“Shut up,” he said, smiling slightly.

 

And then it hit me. Was this chapter in our lives finally coming to a close? No, it wasn’t. And I had a feeling it would never come to a complete end.

 

But that didn’t mean things wouldn’t get better. Hell, they already were.

 

 

 

 

End.

 

 

 

Just a little something from my W&G :P No, it's not Will and Grace....

 

 

 

 

“Guy Rupert Berryman!” Will shouted from their living room. “Get your tiny, Scottish ass in here. Now!”

 

Oh boy, I’m in trouble, Guy thought as he heard his full name being yelled through their entire home. He was cleaning his beloved camera, blissfully whistling, his mood clearly serene and content. They were on a break from studio work so he had nothing to do, except rest and have fun.

 

But Will’s voice dragged him out of his daydreaming and into their living room.

 

“What’s wrong?” Guy asked, in a sweet voice, as he approached Will, who stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips.

 

He knew better than to piss him off, so he had to be careful with his choice of words and tone. Will was rarely upset or angry but when he was… Well, it would be better to stay out of his way.

 

It was times like these when Guy felt like he was living with Monica from FRIENDS. He knew the problem had something to do with his cleaning that morning and if there was an area where Will was completely intolerant, that was the one. Maybe he placed something the wrong way… Or maybe he missed some spot…

 

“What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” Will’s voice was dripping with sweet sarcasm. “What the hell is this?” He asked, holding up a pack of cigarettes in his hand in the bassist’s direction. Oh, that…

 

“It’s a pack of cigarettes, Will.” Guy responded, embarrassed yet teasingly.

 

“I’m not kidding!” He said, his face getting angrier by the second. “I thought you were done with this. We had this conversation before. You told me you were quitting this.”

 

“I know, I’m sorry. I relapsed.” He admitted, trying to make his best abandoned puppy face.

 

“No, don’t even try that.” Will gestured, pointing his finger at Guy’s face. “I don’t buy that crap anymore.” He sighed heavily.

 

“I’m really sorry. It’s just hard giving up this stuff.” Guy admitted, sitting on the couch, looking at his hands.

 

“You know they’re bad for you…” Will sat next to him, moving his hand to rest on top of Guy’s thigh.

 

“I know but I just can’t help it. I get nervous and I just need one.” Guy explained, lamely. It was hard to admit he could be so weak and dependent. Ever since he started smoking, it gave him some sort of confidence and pleasure he didn’t want to let go. He knew he needed to but it was still a struggle getting over that addiction. To make matters worse, their busy and chaotic life contributed with the stress and hard work that came with it.

 

“I’ll help you with this. You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.” Will promised him, resting his head on Guy’s shoulder.

 

“Thank you.” Guy said, quietly. Never in his life had he felt so loved and fulfilled. It was breathtaking and overwhelming to feel like this. Like there was no unsolvable problem, no barrier he couldn’t overcome. He smiled and placed a kiss on the top of Will’s head, then resting his head on the drummer’s.

 

“You’re welcome.” Will replied, his eyes closed, simply enjoying the fresh scent emanating from Guy, reminding him of the first time he realized he was in love with him. It was the same aroma that inebriated him and enticed him forever. “By the way, don’t ever clean the house again.”

 

 

 

Another mini-one-shot.

 

 

 

 

“What’s the point of coming to the supermarket with Chris and Jonny? I don't mind Jonny but there's always Chris attached to him...” Will whispered to Guy as he inspected the bread section.

 

“What?” Guy asked, distractedly. “Oh, they knew we were coming and said they had to grab some things as well.”

 

“That’s right, grab. Right now, Chris is grabbing all those damn cookies. Look at that.” Will subtly gestured in the singer’s direction.

 

Sure enough, Chris had his arms full of boxes containing cookies, looking at them with gluttony spread all over his delicate face. He might as well be drooling at that moment. He remembered a time when he wasn’t fortunate enough to have all of this just when he felt like it. He was the kid in school that didn’t have candy but had to endure other children running around, playing and eating all kinds of chocolates and lollypops.

 

“Leave him be. You know how he loves that stuff.” Guy added, with a small smile. “Now, we need broccoli, lettuce, tomatoes and some onions.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, they were still at the supermarket and not quite finished.

Jonny was in the wine section, merely browsing; Chris was sitting on the floor, gazing at the chocolates on display, two little girls mirroring his actions; Will was pondering on what fish he wanted for dinner and Guy returned to his side, syrup on his hand.

 

“What’s that for?” Will asked, frowning. “I don’t like that and you never want to put that on anything.”

 

“Wrong, Mr. Champion.” Guy said, a sly, teasing smile creeping up, his eyebrow raising as well. “I want to put this on something. Or rather, on someone.”

 

Will stared at him, wide-eyed. This is what always set his blood on fire. Guy’s free spirit and his never-ending ability to spice things up. Actually, anything with Guy was spicy enough but he would always find a way of surprising him.

 

“Let’s go. We’re done with shopping for today.” He said, grabbing Guy’s hand.

 

“Wait, what about Chris and Jonny?” Guy asked, as they paid for their groceries.

 

“They know their way home.”

 

 

 

I've never really been one for fan fics, but right now I am so incredibly bored, so I thought I'd start having a shot at one! If it's utter crap, I welcome 'DON'T EVER WRITE AGAIN' with open arms. :nice:

 

SPARKS

 

It was the strangest start...

I could feel it go down;

Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth.

 

 

-----

 

What a rush.

 

The ecstasy was intensifying; burning; seeping through my skin in every wild, fluid movement as I rushed.

 

How could such a street be so busy yet so impeccably

empty

? A familiar face was all I desired, but it was tauntingly beyond my reach. The world spun around me, an blurred array of lights, scents and sickly sweet tastes that overwhelmed me and stunned my perception of reality. I felt myself slipping away, immediately tired and fed up with this engulfing nightmare.

 

Was it really so much to ask to meet up on 5th avenue for a coffee? Why was there such a - such a

crowd

?

 

As far as my chocolate-brown, squinting - and frankly,

pissed off

- eyes could see, there was a sea of bodies all moving in the same synchronised movement towards some kind of large stadium up ahead. And like a tiny fish within the overpowering school, I was dragged along hopelessly - hoping dearly for some kind of sweet release.

 

It would be a strange death to drown in an ocean of oddly styled military outfits.

 

Was there some kind of war march going on ahead? Young girls were giddily jumping up and down with a dangerous amount of colourful wristbands flying in all directions - was it some kind of fashion statement? I scoffed at how identical they all looked - as though finding inspiration from some idol who dresses in flamboyant, odd military clothes that looked as though they had been sewed together clumsily with materials donated to the nearest homeless shelter. I mean - did these people realise how tacky they looked?

 

“Help!” I called out weakly, panic rising up within me slowly like steam in a hot shower. “Anyone? Could you stop and - and let me out of -”

 

A foot found its way to mine and I swore profusely, grimacing in pain. I immediately decided I needed to get down on all fours, and simply crawl out of this disgraceful mess. I found my way to the sidewalk, breathing in the lovely fresh Sydney air - without the suffocating scent of 15 year old perfume. I was about to give up this horrid journey and just walk home, calling up my friends to reschedule coffee another time when I was immediately trampled by another figure - in the bareness of the sidewalk!

 

He stumbled over me awkwardly, and I shrieked in terror. I barely had time to formulate an insult creative and offensive enough for the horrid man, before he spat at me;

 

“What do you think you’re doing? Getting in my way?! I’m late enough for the band’s concert as it is, and here I am, being stopped by some idiotic fan girl fainting on the freaking sidewalk…”

 

I flushed a deep pink and snapped my head upwards, glaring deep into his face. He was tall, and certainly not unattractive - his cheekbones were prominent and had a flattering rose flush spread across them, with full lips and lovely green eyes - a round, otherwise friendly face contorted in a look of pure disgust.

 

I hardly had time to register his features, though, as I immediately snapped: “I don’t know what kind of band you’re speaking about, but I can assure you, good

sir

, that I have no intention of seeing this concert or partaking in any ‘fan girl’ behaviour. So you can throw those disgusting assumptions out the window right now!”

 

We stood there for a good 10 seconds, glaring at each other with looks of pure hatred, before a voice behind the man called, “Phil! Quickly! They’re waiting for you backstage! Chris has said he refuses to start unless you’re there!”

 

He started, glancing over his shoulder, before turning in a hurried fashion and running towards the large arena behind him, following the crowd. I sneered at him as he fled, hoping dearly in my heart to never meet such a dislikeable person again in my life.

 

Hey guys, maybe some of you remember my fanfiction "The world turns upside down". I hope that you like the next part and for those who don't know the story yet here are also the links to all the other parts. :)

Please forgive me any mistakes that I made.

 

 

The World Turns Upside Down

 

1 | 2 | 3 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 5 | 6

 

Chapter seven

 

 

Violetta’s POV

Behind the door was a staircase, but everything was dark, I couldn’t even spot the ground at the end of the stairs. Anthony closed the door behind us and not one sunbeam shined through a split. Suddenly I felt that someone reached for my hand, but it had to be Anthony, who pulled me now in a soft and slow way down the stairs. The deeper we went the stronger got a disgusting smell to my nose.

 

Anthony stopped and disengaged my hand. I waited, because I didn’t dare to move or to make any noise, but I heard that Anthony moved forward, then a click and then I saw a light ray, which blinded me completely. I blinked and then noticed that Anthony held a torch in one hand and waved with the other hand.

 

When I wanted to step down the steps, I noticed that I already stood on the last but one. So I jumped and landed on the floor.

 

“Now your feet won’t touch the ground!” Anthony laughed. He wanted me to follow him. We walked through the corridor, climbed a ladder down, deeper and deeper. The nasty stench got stronger and was barely to stand. The ground was sludgy. We had to be somewhere in the canalisation. Now I even had to breathe through the sleeve of my pullover, because otherwise I would have fainted.

 

After a while we came to another door. It was an old one made with thick wood. After unlocking the door, Anthony pushed me in and then I found myself in a library. Well, at least it looked like one. Everywhere were shelves with lots of books. I couldn’t see how big the room was, because there were corridors made by the shelves and they were long, very long.

 

Anthony: “Here we are!”

 

Violetta: “Where are we?”

 

Anthony: “Here!”

 

Violetta: “I know that we’re here, but where is here?”

 

Anthony: “Well, under the ground.”

 

Violetta: “You can talk.”

 

Antony: “Of course I can.”

 

Violetta: “But why did you talk so, so ... so strange?”

 

Anthony: “Because I didn’t want the others to know what I planned and because it’s so funny to see how strangers react and the others leave me alone. Anything is a big advantage, you know, ‘cause they leave me alone!”

 

Violetta: “What are we doing here? Why did you rescue me? Why don’t you want the others to know your plan? What is your plan?”

 

Anthony: “Now leave it! We have more important things to do. I’m planning to save the world.”

 

Violetta: “Oh, really? Are you still sure that you’re really alright and that your brain isn’t a little bit damaged?”

 

Anthony: “Very funny and yes I am sure that everything’s ok. I’m fine, ok? And by the way, I didn’t rescue you. You fit perfectly into my plan. To be honest, you’re the key. I’m glad that Jonathan saved your life so that I can save the world. Will has the same idea as I, but he doesn’t know how to transform it. Now follow me! We have to get to my control centre from where I’ll control the town and in the end the world. At least I hope so.”

 

The control centre consisted of a table with a lot of papers on it, a chair and a little computer which looked as if it was from the Stone Age. Anthony pointed at an armchair and I sat down. He just sat down in front of the computer and turned it on.

 

Violetta: “This thing doesn’t look as if you can start it!”

 

Anthony: “You’ll be surprised what my baby can do. It might not look as the newest one, but I ensure you, it can achieve more than a lot of the modern technical machines.”

 

He activated a button and suddenly some TVs in a dark corner turned on. But they were not only normal TVs. I could see that they were observation cameras somewhere in the town.

 

“What is she doing here?” A voice came from behind me and when I turned around, I spotted Miller.

 

Anthony: “Where’s the boy?”

 

Miller: “He’s watching that the others don’t follow us. But what is she doing here? Didn’t William tie her up?”

 

Anthony: “Yeah he did actually, but she escaped. I took her with me to be sure that my plan will work.”

 

Miller: “I know, you already told me that she plays an important role, but I’d really like to know what and why the others don’t know about it. They could help you, because you follow the same thing.”

 

Anthony: “Because if I told them, they either would try to stop me or they wouldn’t play their roles. Did William already send a message to Satriani?”

 

Miller: “He did!”

 

Anthony: “Great! Everything’s happening like I wanted it to.”

 

Miller: “They think that everything’s happening as they wanted it to happen. The guys are great, give them a chance. I’m sure that they’ll do exactly what they’re supposed to do. AND they’ll be happy to hear that you’re not mad.”

 

Anthony: “Let them think what they want, I don’t care!”

 

Miller: “But they’re your friends!”

 

Anthony: “I didn’t say that it isn’t like that, but would you stop now? I’m working! You could go outside and check the cameras for me. They have to be invisible otherwise my ....ehm our plan doesn’t work. We’ll just have three days.”

 

Without another comment, Miller left the room. It seemed as if Anthony had totally forgotten about me. So I sighed, but there was no reaction. Well, at least I wasn’t tied up anymore and I wasn’t that much afraid anymore, but it was still extremely strange. The whole situation just overcharged me. Then suddenly Anthony turned around and looked at me.

 

Violetta: “What?”

 

Anthony: “You’ve got to understand that my plan will only work, if you’re tied up again.”

 

Violetta: “So why exactly did you help me to escape a little while ago?”

 

Anthony: “Oh it wasn’t my intention to help you to escape. I just had to do it so that Jonathan can catch you again. This is important because my friends are not concentrated. You know, if you want to change something and you want to blackmail a person you have to think a lot of things through before you can start. The problem is that the guys didn’t think about anything because they had to improvise. This is just a promotion to make everything perfect. Ok, I also wanted you to know that there won’t be anything that could harm you. Your father will do anything to get you back. By the way where is your mother?”

 

Violetta: “Why should I tell you that after all? You betrayed me. You made me think that I’ll be safe again.”

 

This was such a strange thing. I also started to think that this could be just a dream and that I just had to wake up, but it didn’t work. Anthony himself was sitting calm and sighed.

 

Violetta: “I don’t know where my mother is. Every time I asked my father he didn’t really want to talk about it. Once he came to me and said that I should know just a little bit. He told me that when I was 4 years old my mother disappeared. She was walking with through the town and suddenly a street fight must have broken out. My father came to safe us, but he could only find me sitting in hole between two houses. I can’t remember anything. My father said that he tried to get to know what had happened, but all I supposedly said was that I lost my golden bracelet. He said that I’ve never had a golden bracelet and we made fun of it that and that I had lost my mind. It’s everything I know. I don’t even know her name. Sometimes when I sleep I dream of her, at least I think I do. Then I have this picture in my mind. If this imagination is my real mother, I don’t know. I just get a strange, but also cordially feeling and I always wake up and cry.”

 

In this moment I sensed tears running down my face. Till now I’ve never talked to anybody about this. Not even my father new about my dreams and now I told it to someone totally unknown.

 

For some minutes nothing happened. Even Anthony didn’t say anything until an alarm clock rang. I cringed and looked up again.

 

Anthony: “I’m sorry, but if you need anything just ask. You’re not alone and you’re not the only one who has a past that brings tears to the eyes. I don’t wanna say that it’s an illusion and I don’t want to take your faith away, but...”

 

Violetta: “Then don’t! I know what you want to say, but you can’t because you don’t know it better. She’s just disappeared that doesn’t mean that she’s dead.”

 

Anthony: “I know. Still I have to come back to the main topic of our conversation. The other guys have to catch you. That means that you have to go outside now.”

 

Violetta: “So, you really mean what you said. And what if criminals catch me before them?”

 

Anthony: “Don’t worry! Miller will take care of it. You won’t be in any danger and I will watch you.”

 

He pointed at the monitor.

 

What choice did I have? I could try to run away as soon as I was back on the streets. I could either try to find the way back home or I could just run and run and hope that nobody catches me. I didn’t know where the cameras were and Anthony could tell Miller where I am and then they’d find me anyway.

 

So I said goodbye to Anthony and left the room, a torch in one hand and a plan in my mind.

 

 

WRITING RAMPAGE! GRAAH! xD

 

SPARKS

 

Life has really only just began,

Life that comes, and everything under the sun.

 

 

 

 

It was quite funny really. Yesterday, the one thing I had dreaded most was to even think about that inconvenient, rude and frankly irritating incident that had occured between me and the man I now knew as 'Phil'. Today, however - ironically - all I could think about was that strange man. He was obnoxious, sure. But he was also mysterious, and I found that oddly endearing, though I hated myself for it.

 

I longed to know more about him. Not for the purpose of, say,

romantic

reasons... no, I could not sink so low! It was merely to satisfy my burning curiosity. After all, who

wouldn't

want to know the name of someone who crashed into them in the middle of a crowded street, called them horrible names and then proceeded to head backstage to a concert filled with numerous fangirls which said person despises? Quite endearing, indeed.

 

“Grace?” a nervous voice behind me tittered.

 

Rolling my eyes dramatically towards the ceiling, I swung around in my computer chair to face the jittery new personal assistant my boss had hired. She was an utter mess - unorganised, unable to speak confidently to people, and not to mention her need to ask her boss if she can take toilet breaks.

 

“Yes?” I said, allowing that miniscule drop of annoyance seep through into my tone - just enough to scare the absolute crap out of her.

 

“Uh, uh,” she spattered nervously, her eyes darting around the small cubical I worked in within Female Fuss, the newest and freshest magazine company to hit the journalistic market. “Ms. Reginalds would like to see you in her office.”

 

“Thankyou,” I smiled warmly, pressing past her in an intimidating manner to talk to my boss, Courtney Reginalds, in her fabulous window-view office. It was about a billion times better than my measly cubical, and boy, she never let me forget it.

 

“Yeah, Courtney?” I said lazily, as soon as I entered her office.

 

She looked up at me with apprehensive eyes, coated so heavily in atrocious electric blue eye shadow I could hardly bring myself to look back at her. “I’ll cut to the chase, Grace,” she said gravely, pausing to relish in her glory of making a rhyme.

 

“We’ve agreed with the publicists of one of the biggest bands in the world today to publish an article about them in Female Fuss - an interview, but in a overall positive light, as you know these things work. We’ve decided to send our top journalist to spend a month touring with the band in order to capture what they’re really like, how great their music really is, and the contrast between the ‘rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle’ and what tour life is really like. Basically, it’s the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime. And, for some weird reason, the higher-ups have decided to send you on it. I was obviously the first choice, but I’m going to France for the fashion article, post-fashion week.”

 

That entire speech pretty much swept over my head - I began to feel giddy as soon as she had said the words ‘touring with a band’. Me? Touring with a band? Tasting the rock and roll lifestyle? Heck, the most rock ‘n’ roll thing I’d done in the past week was take a risk and wear a pair of outrageous earrings. Hardcore.

 

“Well, who is it?!” I blurted out. “What’s the band?”

 

“Coldplay,” Courtney said curtly. “We’re sending you away almost immediately - get ready for an early flight tomorrow. You’re heading off to Italy.”

Okay, last chapter for tonight. Going to bed, now. Grace finally meets Coldplay. :P

 

SPARKS

 

Shoot an apple off my head

A trouble that can't be named

A tiger's waiting to be tamed.

 

 

The flight to Italy was, apparently, extremely long. At least, that was what the kindly old woman next to me had commented as we touched down in the great city of Barcelona. To be honest, I had hardly noticed the 10, maybe 15 hour trip we had taken. I was flustered beyond recognition; a giant bundle of nervous energy, waiting to be released in a burst of journalism.

 

Coldplay. I had hardly even heard of the band before. Sure, I’d heard a few tunes on the radio before - I distinctly attached a haunting, beautiful piano riff to their name - but I barely even knew how many albums they had released, much less the names of any of the band members.

 

As I drove in the taxi to the hotel I was to be staying at for the next few days near the band, I recited the information I had researched tirelessly on the plane trip and the night before.

 

“Chris - the singer. Plays piano and keyboards for the band as well. Married, but questions about marriage are off-limits. Jonny - guitarist. Possibly may want to be referred to as Jon, or maybe even J. Will - drummer. Hates interviews - may want to avoid interrogating him in a journalistic manner. Guy - bassist. Owns a jukebox, into photography -”

 

“Miss, we have arrived,” the cab driver said cheerfully, breaking my concentration.

 

I dragged my suitcases into the lobby, and I was immediately sent up to the penthouse suite on the top storey to meet with the band, as well as ‘various other personnel.’ I had no idea what the hell that meant, but it sounded intimidating.

 

Checking my reflection in the mirror of the elevator and sighing, jittery and nervous, the elevator opened on the 42nd floor. I confidently knocked on the first door before me, and it was opened quickly and surely.

 

“Grace Turner,” a man before me said curtly. It wasn’t a question, so I wasn’t sure whether I was to nod or not. I gave a sort of nod/smile combination and entered the hotel suite. It was gorgeous, and just breathed wealth and class. I hardly had time to take it all in, however, as I turned to five men who lazed on the comfortable leather sofas near the elegant fireplace.

 

“Hey, Grace,” the shortest man said, with short brown hair and a distinctive Scottish drawl. It was Guy Berryman, the bassist. He looked at me with friendly eyes, though I got the distinct impression he was checking me out. I bit my lip and nodded at him.

 

Jonny and Will were about to raise their arms in greeting when the tallest of them all, with a cheeky grin and flamboyant body language, leaped upwards and rushed over to me, spreading out his hands in earnest welcome. It could only be Chris Martin.

 

“Hi, I’m Grace,” I said promptly, holding out my hand in an entirely professional manner.

 

He shook my hand warmly with both of his. “And when she walks on the street, you can hear the strings, Grace finds a goodness in everything,” Chris hummed joyously.

 

“Um, what?” I said, staring at him blankly.

 

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard the song Grace? U2?” He looked positively scandalised, like I’d personally offended him.

 

“Don’t pay any attention to him.” Guy, sitting over in the corner, smirked. “He worships the ground U2 stands on. Him and Bono will be announcing their engagement any day now.”

 

Chris expertly snatched up a pillow and threw it sharply at Guy’s head - and Guy deflected it in the same smooth, experienced manner, grinning broadly at him. I gathered that pillow-throwing seemed to be a common occurrence around here.

 

“Knock it off, you two,” Jonny muttered, looking embarrassed as he glanced towards me. I gave him a shy smile, which he returned eagerly.

 

“Oh, stop flirting, you two,” Chris moaned, waving his arms between us and shooting a teasing glance in my direction.

 

“Jealous, Chris?” Jonny laughed, and over in the corner Will made kissing noises.

 

Again, the pillows flew. This seemed to be common practise between the four boys. They were like four young school kids, I thought as I watched their playful banter. I had been so preoccupied with the four boys that I had hardly noticed the fifth man sitting over in the opposite couch, carefully attempting to seem inconspicuous and not draw any attention to himself. Naturally, my eyes were drawn over to him, and my jaw dropped.

 

It was Phil. Phil-knocked-me-over-and-was-horridly-rude-and-obnoxious-yet-endearingly-mysterious. So

this

was the ‘band’ who’s concert he was attending?

 

Chris, who noticed where my eyes were focused, said jovially, “Oh, I see you’ve noticed the incredibly handsome Phil Harvey. He’s the secret, undercover fifth member of our band, you know. Real discreet and sly.”

 

“You make it sound like we’re in secret spy operations,” Will joked.

 

Chris giggled and sat down on the sofa next to Jonny, who looked over at him and began to laugh as well. I guess he has one of those contagious laughs - I found myself chuckling, before catching Phil’s eye and immediately blushing.

 

“Guys,” a man over by the door said curtly. “We should really get going - you have to be at the arena in less than 3 hours, and it’s quite a long drive.”

 

“Sure, sure. You could, uh, do your journalistic thing on the way there, Grace?” Jonny said casually, receiving an affectionate punch from Chris on his not-so-subtle invitation.

 

“Yeah, I’d love to,” I smiled, really thankful about the fact that they were all such nice guys. “Let’s go, shall we?”

 

“To infinity and beyond!” Chris announced loudly, rushing out the door to general eye-rolling and sighing.

 

I was about to exit when a small, deep voice said behind me, “Grace, wait.”

 

I turned around unknowingly, only to be faced with an empty room and a very awkward-looking Phil Harvey.

 

“Yes?” I said coldly, determined to make this as uncomfortable as it could be for him. I was a sucker for a mysterious guy, sure - but I was also stubborn, and I was in no way about to try and make nice with such a person.

 

“I, uh…” He was thoroughly taken aback by my tone, and shook his head quickly, responding just as bitterly to me. “I just wanted to say, welcome to the family. Don’t let the big brothers bully you.”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” I said coolly, my chocolate brown eyes locked in with his green ones. “I know how to take care of myself.”

 

And with that, I exited into the elevator with the rest of Coldplay.

 

Hot and Cold

Last Chapter

 

 

 

 

"So....what's it like?" Jonny asked.

"What?" Chris asked, as the two of them were carrying boxes into Will's apartment.

"You know.... a guy," Jonny asked, blushing.

Chris smiled at him.

"Are you embarrassed, Jonny Boy?' he asked.

Jonny set his box down on the floor.

Chris carried his into the bedroom.

"You can bring that in here," Chris told him, "It's some of my clothes."

"You sleep in here and everything?" Jonny asked.

"Yes...." Chris said, slowly, "What did you think?"

Jonny made a face and shook his head.

"I never really thought too much about it," he said.

Chris sat down on the bed and looked at him.

"Are you sure you are okay with this?" he asked.

"What? You and Will? Sure, I don't care," he said, "It's just that I never thought about some of the details until now."

Chris stood up and opened a box.

"Is there anything you would like to ask me?"

"No," Jonny said, quickly.

Then he changed his mind.

"Is it just like kissing a girl?" he asked.

"Yeah," Chris said.

"I've seen movies," Jonny said, "Is it like that?"

"Pretty much," Chris said.

"And you love him? " Jonny asked.

Chris stopped.

"Yeah," he said, "I do."

Will and Guy's voices could be heard as they came into the apartment.

"Finally," Chris said, hurrying into the other room.

Chris went straight to Will and hugged him.

Jonny watched them.

He had known Chris many years.

Since they were both teen-agers.

He had never seen that look on his face before.

The look of complete happiness.

"Aren't they adorable?" he said to Guy.

"Yeah, sickening, isn't it?" Guy said, smiling, "Who's got the beer?"

 

The End

 

 

Never Say Never

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

 

"Jonny wake up!!!"

Jonny, half-asleep, slapped at the hand that was shaking him.

"Fuck off," he said.

"It's almost time to go," Will said.

"I am not going. I told you," Jonny mumbled into his pillow.

"Bullshit," Will said, grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him to a seating position.

"Look at me, dammit," Will said, forcefully, "You are going."

"Let go of me," Jonny said, punching Will in the chest.

"Let him stay here if he wants to," Guy said.

"No," Will said, grabbing Jonny's legs and pulling him out of the bed.

"I know it is hard," Will said, "It is hard for all of us. But you have to go. You will regret it later if you don't go."

Jonny looked up at Will.

"How can you be such a cold-hearted bastard?" he asked.

"I'm not," Will said, "I am just trying to get through this day. One hour at a time."

"How do I look?" Guy asked.

Will turned and looked at him.

"You look good," he said.

"I still don't know why I have to be the one to speak," Guy said.

"Because somebody has to stay with Jonny and keep him from leaving," Will explained.

Guy looked at Jonny who was sitting motionless.

"If we even get him there," he said.

"Don't you worry about that," Will told him, rubbing his shoulder, "Just make sure you have your speech ready."

"I have it," Guy said, tapping his suit pocket.

"Help me get him up," Will said.

The two bent down, picked Jonny up and pulled him to a standing position.

"Now I know you don't want to go dressed like that," Will told him, "Let's get you changed."

"I can't do it, Will," Jonny said in a quiet voice.

"Sure you can," Guy said, "We will be there with you."

"If I don't go, it doesn't happen," Jonny said, looking at Guy, "Don't you understand?"

Guy looked at Jonny with pity in his eyes.

"Yes," he said, "It still happens whether you go or not."

"You have to face it sooner or later," Will told him.

"Here," Guy started to unbutton Jonny's shirt for him.

"I can do it," Jonny said, pushing him away.

"That's better," Will said.

 

 

 

 

Never Say Never

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

 

"Look at all the people," Guy said, as he drove into the entrance.

A uniformed guard looked through the windshield of the car.

He recognized them and waved the car on through.

The horde of reporters stationed at the gate were held back by a police barricade.

Policemen on horseback were patrolling the brick wall that surrounded the estate.

"Vultures," Will said.

A police helicopter was flying overhead to keep away news helicopters and private planes.

"You would think they could take at least one day off," Guy said.

"Stories like this sell papers," Will said.

Jonny, sitting in the back seat had not said a word since they left his apartment.

At the entrance to the house, a valet approached to park the car.

"They really thought of everything, didn't they?" Guy asked.

"That's what they get paid all that money for," Will said.

He pushed his seat forward so that Jonny could get out.

"Come on," Will told him.

Jonny looked up at him.

"No," he said.

"You have come this far," Guy told him.

"There are so many people," Jonny said.

"Only good friends were invited," Will told him.

"It looks like the whole world is here," Jonny said, looking around.

"Well Chris has alot of friends," Guy said.

Will and Jonny both looked at him.

"Sorry," he said.

"It will be over soon," Will told Jonny, "These things never last long."

"Yeah, we don't have to stay for the reception," Guy told him.

"Okay," Jonny said, getting out of the car.

"I couldn't take that. All that chatting and smiling would be too much," he added.

Will shut the car door and Guy threw the keys to the valet driver.

"Careful with it," he cautioned him.

Will put his hand on the back of Jonny's neck as a show of support.

"Thanks, man," Jonny said.

Guy took him by the arm.

"We are here for you," he said.

"I really appreciate that," Jonny told him.

 

 

 

Chapter3

 

 

At the entrance they were greeted by a young girl who was handing out red carnations to wear in their lapels.

"Who is she?" Guy asked.

"I think she is one of Chris' cousins," Jonny said.

There was lots of laughter and music coming from the main ballroom.

"I guess we aren't late," Guy said.

"Everyone seems to be having a good time," Will observed.

"That's the point, isn't it?" Guy asked.

Phil saw them from across the room.

He was chatting with a record producer, but he soon came over.

"Glad to see you all made it," he said.

"It took some doing," Will said, "But we are here."

Jonny was twirling the flower absentmindedly between his fingers.

"Here," Guy took it from him, "Let me pin it for you."

He pinned it expertly into Jonny's buttonhole.

"Is everything in order?" Will asked of Phil.

"Seems to be," Phil said.

"We are going to find our seats," Will said.

"Good idea," Phil said, "They are up near the front."

"Where's Chris?" Jonny asked, suddenly.

"He isn't here yet," Phil said.

"I want to see him," Jonny said, looking at them blankly.

"He isn't here yet," Will told him again.

"But why not?" Jonny asked.

"I think they got caught in traffic," Phil said.

"Let's sit," Will told Jonny.

"I'll let you know as soon as they arrive," Phil told them.

"Please do," Guy said.

"I want to see him,"Jonny said again.

"You will," Guy told him, "Just be a little patient."

As soon as they found their seats several people came by to talk to them.

Jonny didn't talk but he did hear the others speaking in hushed tones and he knew they were talking about him.

If only Will and Guy had let him stay at home then this might not be so awkward.

He might not feel as if a big spotlight was shining right on him and everyone was pointing at him.

Jonny sat back in his chair and folded his arms.

He wondered how some of these people had wrangled an invitation.

Some of them barely knew Chris at all.

He saw Phil walking quickly toward them.

"Chris is here," he said, "But there isn't much time for you to see him."

 

 

 

Never Say Never

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

Jonny, Guy and Will followed Phil down a long hall.

Jonny was thinking of all the things he wanted to say to Chris.

He wanted to tell him how much he missed hanging out with him.

How much he missed their late night bull sessions over chocolate sundaes.

How much he missed their Sunday mornings, reading the paper and then sometimes going for a drive.

How much he missed their times sitting at the sidewalk cafes and checking out the girls as they walked by.

He wanted to tell him so many things.

Things that he should have said before.

Like how much their friendship meant to him.

Like how much he really pissed him off sometimes.

He wanted to tell him how he thought he had the most beautiful eyes in the world.

How the sound of his laughter was like the sound of angels singing.

But it was too late for any of that to matter now.

Too late for anything that Jonny said to make a difference.

They stopped in front of a large wooden door.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Will asked.

Jonny nodded.

He had to see him.

He had to face him one last time.

"We can go with you," Guy said.

"I better do it alone," Jonny told him.

"Okay," Will said, squeezing his hand.

Guy nodded at Phil.

Phil knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice said.

Phil opened the door and Jonny followed him inside.

"I hope he can deal with it," Guy told Will.

"He's stronger than we give him credit for," Will said.

The door opened and Phil came out.

"He asked to be alone with him,"Phil said, quietly.

"How did he look?" Guy asked.

"Okay," Phil said, "Better than I expected."

Inside the room Jonny approached Chris.

He looked at him and smiled.

"I had all these things I wanted to tell you," he said, "But I'll just settle for this. I love you, Chris."

Jonny leaned over into the coffin and kissed Chris on the cheek.

"Good bye," he said.

 

The End

 

 

sorry it took so long... this one was kinda hard to write. :(

 

The Glass

 

Part 5

 

 

 

"Chris Martin, lead singer of the British rock quartet Coldplay, died yesterday afternoon due to complications during surgery. The surgery was to repair the damages the frontman suffered after surviving the tragic suicide bombing that left four dead, and several others, including Martin, in critical condition just two days ago. The band have already issued a statement on their website, paying their respects to, quote, 'the kindest, sweetest man who ever walked the Earth'. His death is a great loss to the music industry, as his band was one of few to be considered the biggest band in the world. No funeral arrangements have been annouced as of yet. In other news..."

 

"I can't believe he's... gone..." Jonny whispered. He, Will, and Guy were sitting at the Bakery. Guy stood up and turned off the television.

 

"Me neither," he said. Will had been completely quiet; he appeared to be deep in thought.

 

"How could this happen?" Jonny asked. "He wasn't supposed to... he was too young."

 

"No, Jon," Will finally spoke, in a epiphanic tone, "the four-year-old who was killed in that explosion, he was too young."

 

"32! Chris had so much potential. He was already brilliant, imagine what he could have done by the time he was, like, eighty!"

 

"We'll never know."

 

"Of course not, 'cause now he's..." Jonny gasped, beginning to shake.

 

"It's horrible, yeah, and it shouldn't have happened. But..." Will paused, trying to phrase his thoughts in the best way possible. "Don't you think we should be celebrating his life?"

 

"32..." Jonny repeated in disbelief.

 

"32 great years. He was one of the happiest people I know, most of the time. He got to make a career out of doing what he loved to do. And he had you as a best friend. Who could want more?"

 

"I think I have to agree with Will," Guy said after a few moments of tense silence that had been filled with mixed stares between Jonny and Will. "Chris probably wouldn't want us all to be so depressed..."

 

"I can't help it," Jonny said, shaking his head. "It just... hurts, you know?"

 

"Yeah." With that, everyone went silent. Jonny collapsed his torso, relying merely on arms, which were propped up on his knees, to stop from falling forward.

 

 

 

 

 

:bigcry::bigcry::bigcry:

 

 

Wicked Games

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

"That was a great show," Chris said.

"You were certainly full of it tonight," Will told him.

Chris glanced at him and frowned.

"Energy," Will said.

"The crowd was amazing. That always gets me going," he explained.

Jonny came walking into the dressing room.

"Are you going to be in your room later?" he asked Chris.

"I should be, "Chris said, "Come by. We'll watch a movie or something."

 

"It's open," Chris yelled to Jonny's knock.

He heard the door open and shut.

"In here," Chris said.

He was making popcorn for the movie.

"Smells good," Jonny said.

"It's all organic," Chris explained.

"I wasn't talking about the popcorn," Jonny said, with a wink.

Chris just looked at him for a second.

"Just joke it away," he told himself.

"That looked like a flirt," he said laughing.

Jonny didn't laugh.

"It was," he said, grabbing Chris' arm.

Chris tried to back away.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You are gorgeous," Jonny said, "I can't keep quiet any longer."

Chris swallowed hard.

"You are kind of creeping me out," he told Jonny.

Jonny stepped back.

"Don't play that game with me," he said, "I know you have thought about it. I can tell by the look on your face."

Chris blushed.

"Sure, it has crossed my mind," he said, "But that's it. Just once."

"Then what are you afraid of...just one little kiss won't matter if you really aren't interested."

Chris stared into Jonny's green eyes for a long second.

They were hypnotizing him.

"Just one and then we never mention it again," Chris said.

Jonny smiled.

"Just one," he said.

 

 

 

Wicked Games

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

 

"I have to go," Jonny said.

"Where?" Chris asked, sitting up in bed and looking at him as he got dressed.

"Back to my room," Jonny answered.

"Why can't you just stay here?" Chris asked.

"Look, this was nice and all," Jonny told him, "But I have to go."

"Jonny, did you just use me for sex?" Chris asked.

Jonny was tying his shoes.

"We both had a good time, didn't we?" Jonny asked.

"You are my best friend. I kind of thought it was more than that," Chris answered.

"I'm sorry," Jonny said, "I didn't mean to mislead you."

Chris put his hands over his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow, huh?" Jonny said, as he went out the door.

 

"Sorry I am late," Jonny said, rushing down the hall to his room.

"It's okay. I think I am early," Guy said.

Jonny unlocked the door and they both walked in.

"I brought beer," Guy said, holding up the six-pack that he carried under his arm.

"Great," Jonny said, "I am thirsty."

Guy took out two bottles and opened them.

He handed one to Jonny.

They clicked the bottles together and took long swallows.

"Let's play," Jonny said, indicating the Playstation game.

"Oh no,man. I suck at that game."

"Good," Jonny said, "Then I'll win every time."

 

"You lose again," Jonny told him, "Now you really owe me big."

"I am out of cash and out of beer," Guy said, "You are out of luck."

"Not so fast," Jonny said, "There are other ways."

"Like what?" Guy asked, laughing.

"Like you spend the night with me," Jonny said.

"Good one," Guy said, laughing again.

Jonny ran his hand along Guy's thigh.

"It wasn't a joke," he said.

 

 

 

Wicked Games

 

 

Chapter 3 & 4

 

 

 

Guy jumped up and walked away.

"That's weird man," he said.

Jonny leaned back on the couch and smiled.

"Is it really so weird?" he asked, "We have all watched movies about it. None of us turned them off or left the room."

Guy looked around the room.

"That was different," he said.

"Why?" Jonny asked, smiling confidently.

Guy stuck his hands into his pockets and fidgeted.

"It just was," he said, nervously.

Jonny stood up and walked over to him.

"Are you telling me you never wondered what it would be like?" he asked.

"Sure," Guy shrugged, "I wonder that about alot of things...like what it would be like to drop acid, but I am not going to do it."

"That's dangerous...dropping acid, "Jonny whispered, "But this would just be a little experiment between friends."

Guy didn't say anything.

He looked at Jonny for a long moment.

Jonny ran a single finger along Guy's cheekbone.

"You do have a beautiful face," he said.

Their eyes locked for a split second.

"Okay," Guy said, "But none of that weird shit."

Jonny smiled.

"I'm not in to weird," he said.

Guy still looked like a frightened deer.

"Come here," Jonny said, taking him by the hand.

"Sit down on the sofa and relax a bit."

Guy sat down.

Jonny walked around behind him and began to rub his shoulders.

"You are tense," Jonny said.

Guy closed his eyes.

"That feels really good," he said.

"It only gets better from here," Jonny told him.

He leaned forward and kissed Guy on the neck.

Guy didn't pull away.

Instead he turned his head to the side to meet Jonny's mouth.

"How was that?" Jonny asked.

"I liked it very much," Guy said.

"Enough to keep going?" Jonny asked.

Guy just nodded.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

Chris was sitting in the dressing room when Jonny came in to get ready for soundcheck.

"Hey," Jonny said.

"Hey," Chris said.

Everything seemed to be business as usual.

Guy came in a short time later.

He gathered his necessary materials and left shortly, having said nothing to either of them.

"We need to talk," Chris told Jonny.

"Something about the concert?" Jonny asked.

"No," Chris said, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"About last night," Chris said.

"What about it?" Jonny asked impatiently.

"Don't you think we should discuss it?" Chris asked.

Jonny took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Look," he said, "It was what it was. Hot sex between two consenting adults."

"That's it?" Chris asked.

"What are you expecting?" Jonny asked, "Hearts and flowers? Sorry, I don't think so."

"What has happened to you?" Chris asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jonny asked, getting angry.

"You used to be so sweet and innocent. Now you are just a bastard."

Chris walked away.

"People change," Jonny said, "Get used to it or get over it."

"Fuck you," Chris said.

"You already did that," Jonny told him, "But anytime you are up for it again. Just let me know."

 

Jonny walked on stage.

As he passed by, he gave Guy a little friendly pat on the ass.

Guy didn't look up but Jonny saw him smile a little smile.

After assuring himself that all was ready for the show, Guy wandered over to where Jonny was sitting.

"Last night was pretty awesome," he said, quietly, "When can we get together again?"

"I don't know," Jonny said, "I'm pretty busy."

Guy looked at him in confusion.

"I thought we were starting something," he said.

"Yeah, we are great together in bed," Jonny said, "Just not tonight."

"Why do I feel like I have just been used?" Guy asked.

Jonny shrugged.

"I don't know," he said, "You are a grown man. You knew what you were doing."

"God, you are a bastard," Guy said, walking away.

Jonny raised his eyebrows.

"Two for two in the bastard department," he said.

 

 

 

Wicked Games

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

The room was dark late that night when Jonny opened the door.

He slipped out of his clothes and laid his cap on the bedside table.

A strong arm reached out to grab him as soon as he laid down.

"These stupid games of yours have to stop," Will said.

"It's all in good fun," Jonny said.

"I'm going to get jealous if you keep it up," Will said.

"You know you are the only man for me," Jonny told him.

"I bet you say that to them all," Will teased.

"I told you I could get Chris," Jonny said.

"No shit," Will said, laughing, "You did?"

"Yeah," Jonny confessed.

"Was he any good?" Will asked.

"As long as I didn't have to look at his eyes," Jonny admitted, "They are fucking beautiful."

"I am jealous of you for that," Will said, "I always fancied getting him into bed."

"And," Jonny smiled, slyly, "Here's the biggest coup of all..."

"What?" Will asked, smiling.

"I got Guy."

Will sat up and looked at him.

"Guy? Our Guy? Mister Girls Love Me? That Guy?"

Jonny was smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"Any good?" Will asked.

Jonny shook his head.

"He should definitely stick to girls," Jonny said.

They both burst out laughing.

"I am very proud of you," Will said, "But no more games."

Jonny made a face like a disappointed little boy.

"If you want games, I'll play with you," Will said.

"Will you dress up like a policeman?" Jonny asked.

"Done," Will said, kissing him on the nose.

"Will you dress up like a rodeo cowboy?"

"Done," Will said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Will you dress up like a woman?"

"Do I have to wear the lipstick?" Will asked.

"Nah, I could cut you some slack there," Jonny said.

"Done," Will said, kissing him on the mouth.

"Who would you like me to be tonight?" Will asked.

Jonny thought for a moment.

"I kind of fancy this good-looking drummer I know,"Jonny said, "How about you be yourself?"

"Done," Will said.

 

The end

 

 

 

Here's a preview of my next story. Well, I guess you could call it...Chapter 1. :P

This one's a lot easier to write than my Guy stories. ;)

 

Where there's a Will, there's a Chris! :lol:

 

They Sing for the Sun

 

 

 

 

“Will!” I gasped, clutching onto a nearby rock. My hands were dry with dust and dirt, and I couldn’t touch my face because of it. “I’m so tired,” I whined, sinking onto a pile of dry leaves. I fumbled in my backpack for a bottle of water, but I could barely take the cap off. Will leaned against a fallen oak tree and laughed.

 

“Come on, Chris.”

 

“I’m hungry!”

 

“Stop bitching!”

 

“I can’t,” I said, taking a long drink. “Why did you bring me here?”

 

“I thought it would be fun,” he said, shrugging. “The Delaware Water Gap is a great place for hiking.”

 

“I should’ve listened to Guy and Jonny, they knew better than to come.”

 

“They’re missing out!” insisted Will, walking over to where I was sitting. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up, ignoring my groans of protest. “You are such a little baby.”

 

“Hey, if it gets me out of here, I don’t mind.”

 

“We’ve only been here for four hours!”

 

“I went to bed late last night,” I muttered. “I’m tired.” Instead of arguing, Will merely rolled his eyes and started walking again. “Wait,” I gasped, stumbling to catch up. “I’m coming!” As I reached the ledge he was standing by, I looked around slowly. “Will, where are the markers?”

 

“There’s one right there,” he said absently, pointing in the direction of a sapling. Sure enough, there was a small blue square painted on its bark. Then I looked up, past the canopy of leaves, and noticed the color of the sky. It was getting darker. Shivering, I pulled my hood up and stuffed my hands in my pockets.

 

“It’s getting late.”

 

Will glanced at the sky, checked his watch, and sighed. “You’re right. Okay, we’ll start heading back. Want me to carry the pack now?”

 

“No, that’s alright,” I said, bouncing up and down. “Thanks, mate.”

 

Within minutes, we were walking along in the opposite direction. I found it fun to walk over the rocks and behave like a mountain goat, which irritated Will to no end. Eventually, he took to following my path, probably to make sure I didn’t trip and hurt myself. “I thought you said you were tired!”

 

“I am,” I insisted, picking my way over a particularly tall ledge. I stopped, unable to find a way around. “Oh...shit.” I grimaced, embarrassed.

 

“Let me go first,” he sighed, pushing me back. I rolled my eyes and put my hands over my face to warm it up. As I was thinking about how cold my nose felt, I heard a loud crack and the sound of rocks slipping and falling against each other. I also heard a muffled cry of pain, making me jump a foot in the air. I scrambled to the edge of the overhang and held onto the roots of a dead tree to steady myself. “Will?” I called desperately. He was nowhere to be seen.

 

 

 

The Glass

 

Part 6

 

 

 

A few days later, almost nothing had changed. No matter how hard he tried, Jonny could not stop thinking about Chris. He'd never had a better friend in his entire life, and every morning he had to remind himself that he no longer had that. Every morning he'd look in the mirror and see only himself, and he'd remember that he was alone.

 

One day the mirror was just too much to handle. The perfect-looking glass... nothing was ever perfect. Nothing ever could be perfect. So Jonny had to smash it. He tightened his hand in a fist, and without thinking twice thrust his hand into the mirror, shattering it into a dozen pieces. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the pain he'd suffered over the past few days.

 

Glass. Glass killed Chris. Chris' death killed Jonny. Glass practically killed Jonny. Glass should kill Jonny. It was only fitting. And there was only one way to make sure. His blood was already on the broken mirror. He looked for the sharpest piece, then carefully pulled it from the frame. Toward his open wrist he shakily moved his hand as someone was opening the door.

 

"Hey, is everything OK- Jonny!" Guy exclaimed, rushing over to Jonny and ripping the glass from his hand. "What the fuck do you think you're doing??"

 

"I can't. I can't do this anymore. Any of it. It's too hard." Guy threw the glass into the sink, where it broke ever further, and forcefully grabbed Jonny's shoulders.

 

"This is hard on all of us!! I know he meant a lot to you-"

 

"A lot? He was my best friend! The only person who ever really understood me." Tears rolled down Jonny's cheek, his breath heavy and uneven. "What am I supposed to do without him?"

 

"Live... and live like there's no tomorrow, because you never know when something will happen." Guy reached his arms around Jonny and pulled him close. Jonny willingly hugged him back, burying his head in Guy's shoulder. "Jonny... we can't lose you, too."

 

After a few moments of silence, Jonny asked, "Do you think it'll ever stop?"

 

"No," Guy simply replied. "It might not even get easier. But that's life, right?"

 

"I hate life," Jonny mumbled. Guy chuckled a bit, and tightened his hold on Jonny.

 

"Yeah, me too."

 

 

 

 

Part 7

 

 

 

"So, can you make it or not?" Phil asked. I set down the glass I had in my hand and switched the phone to my other ear, all the while watching the water ripple from the motion. The translucent waves were reflecting something blue and round. Oh, those were my eyes. "Hello?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"Can you make it or not?" he repeated, disgracefully adding in a, "tosser," at the end.

 

"Um..." I still stared at the glass. What to do, what to do? "I don't think I can, sorry."

 

"Great, now we'll have to reschedule. Thank you, Mr. Diva."

 

"Sorry," I apologized, in the most earnest way I could.

 

"Whatever. Talk to you later, man."

 

"Bye." I turned the phone off and placed it on the table next to the glass. Glass- it's a funny thing, isn't it?

 

I probably shouldn't have lied to Phil like that, but I was tired and didn't want to go out. Plus, I had a bad feeling about that night. Instead, I opted to flop down on the sofa, turn on the telly, and watch a bit of Entourage. That seemed like the thing to do.

 

People go through life never knowing exactly what would have or could have happened if they had done certain things rather than others. Never knowing which option would really turn out better in the long run. Should I go meet with Phil, or stay at home and watch Entourage? Should I wear the purple shirt, or the one that makes me look like I'm homeless (some people would say they both do, but that's beside the point)? Should I date this really nice girl, or her banging hot friend? Everyday we encounter so many of these choices. The best any of us can hope to do is just pray we made the right choice and wonder 'What would it be like if...?'. Imagine all the possibilities. Sometimes, though, it's better not to ask.

 

 

 

 

betcha didn't see that coming. :rolleyes:

well, it's like my good friends say,

 

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gldlyTjXk9A]YouTube - Spanish inquisition[/ame]

 

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

 

 

 

Well, here's the next chapter. Try not to vomit. :P

 

 

Tell Me Your Secrets

Chapter 10

Beep, beep. Beep-beep. Beep beep-beep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeeep!!

 

Barely conscious, I drag my pale hand out and bang on the alarm button. I turn around in my little sea of sheets, and poke my head out. My amber eyes slowly revealed themselves, and I slide out of my sheets. I look around, seeing the plush and luxurious blankets, seats, and pillows. The room is dim, but I can see the hi-def TV, the couches and tables, and the door of the bathroom. Then it hit me. I wasn't in my old shack anymore. I was in a highbrow hotel. Working for Coldplay. I was to meet the band in the lobby at 5:30 AM sharp. I turn my head to see the clock. 5:00 AM.

 

SHIT! I think, clambering out of bed. I slip out of my sweats, nearly tripping on my feet. After perilously adjusting my bra in the dark, I open up my bag, flinging rejected clothing everywhere around the room in my mad search for a decent outfit. Finally, I settle on some brand new (only six months old) knee-length jean shorts and a yellow tank top. I slip on an old white blouse over it, and put on my favorite (well, my only) brown slip-ons. I pull back the curtains, but no sunshine poured out. The sky was gloomy and dark. I rush to the restroom, rinse out my face, and run a brush through my frizzy, chocolate brown hair. I glanced at the clock. 5:25. Fuck! I slip on an old periwinkle jacket, the one that was knit by my granny. I was a bit tight, but it had to do. For once, I looked like I had an actual job. I looked like I didn't have to use all my money for rent.

But I won't look like that tomorrow if I didn't get the hell out of here! I reminded my self. I grabbed my room keys and ran out the door, slamming it behind me.

 

Ding.

The elevator slowly climbed down to the last floor. I stand next to an elderly man, twitching with impatience. I must've looked like a maniac to the poor geezer.

Ding.

Finally! I rush out the sliding door, into the lobby. I had just barely made it. Arlene motioned me over to a couch. Dozens of other people were sitting down. I run over to her, nearly tripping on everyone's feet.

"Where do I sit?" I ask her breathlessly. Arlene looked me over, probably looking into the very depths of my soul or something.

"Nowhere. You stand," she replied, no hint of emotion in her voice. I nod, and back away into the crowd of roadies.

 

The room was abuzz with chitchat. Everyone seemed to know everyone. Arlene cleared her throat.

"Quiet, everyone!" she commanded. Silence. She continued. "Well, everyone, so far we are doing a brilliant job on tour. The next concert begins at 7 pm. Now, I want everything to be ready by 6:30 pm sharp. Understood?"

Murmurs of agreement floated through the crowd. I nodded eagerly.

"I'm glad everyone understands. Now, before we go to the truck, I want everyone to meet our newest roadie, Kira," Arlene continued, motioning to me. Dozens of eyes turned to look at me. I shrank back, afraid of saying something stupid.

"Let's try not to steal her lunch money or give her a black eye, okay?" Arlene continued, laughing. This Arlene chick had one fucked up sense of humor. Everyone smiles a little at Arlene's joke. Arlene cleared her throat again.

"Tiff, you'll show her the ropes, alright? Alright everyone, let's get moving!" she finished. Everyone began gathering their things and heading out the door. A tall brunette with curly hair tapped my shoulder. I turned to her.

"Hi, I'm Tiff. I deal with the band's wardrobe. You're Kira, I believe?" she asks me.

"Yeah," I reply, my voice muffled and groggy.

"Okay, great. I'll help you out with everything and I'll make sure you're doing things right. Now then, are you ready to leave?"

"Yeah."

"Good, good. Follow me."Tiff began walking towards the door. I followed her, the butterflies in my stomach beginning to warm up. This would be one hell of a first day.

 

I know i haven't posted in a long time buttt...

i FINALLY got on a computer :)

 

hope you all didn't forget what was happening! :(

 

In My Place

Part 12

 

 

 

 

(*** means flashback)

 

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The next thing I knew, Guy’s big head was in my face, smiling like a little boy excited for some candy. His legs were over the edge of the dock swinging and his arms tightly gripping the wood. “Heyyyyyyyyy youuuuuuuu.” His words were slurred and I smelt alcohol on his breath. “You know, I always thought you were really pretty.” I didn’t think it was possible, but his smile grew even larger than before.

 

My first thought was that Chris sent him here, but he was drunk; who knew? “Guy, how the hell did you end up here?” He followed my question with a hysterical fit of laughter.

 

“Well, you see…” He was using over exaggerated hand motions. “It is a really epic tale to tell. One minute I was having a great time with my pals at the bar. Then I was like, WHOOAA it’s hot in here; so of course I went outside.” I rolled my eyes. Good thing he was gone and it was dark. “And the next thing I knew, I see you sitting right over here all by your lonesome. Hey! Wait! I didn’t see you tonight. What’s up with that?”

 

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and the person shined a flashlight in our direction. “How the hell did you end up over here Gu- Rachael? Is that you?” It was Will’s voice. How were these people finding me and what the hell was going on?

 

I shook my head. “Get that light out of my face and maybe I could tell you; or better yet, call up you best friend Chris and ask him. I would just love to know and have an explanation for what happened.” Guy jumped up from his happy sitting positing and threw his hand in the air.

 

“OH! OH! Pick me! I know!” I could only imagine that stupid goofy grin plastered on his face at that moment. I put my hand over my face and shook my head again. This night could not get any fucking weirder. Seriously? What would happen next; Jonny come along by? I spoke to soon. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, Jonny was trudging his way over to the dock. “Guys! I know the answ-“

 

“Guy get over here and shut up! You are causing enough trouble as it is.” Jonny’s voice sounded so worried. He always cared too much about everyone but himself; especially Chri- Stop Rachael you need to get these guys away from here so you can get back to your peace and quiet.

 

I looked at the ground. Should I say something? “Rachael, come with us we will bring you back to the hotel you look freezing.” No, Jonny did the talking for me. What do I say to that? Of course I wanted to go back to the nice warm hotel, but she was there and so was Chris. There was no way I was stepping back into my troubles.

 

I kept searching for the words to say, but nothing seemed to get to my answer. Oh well, I had to talk this silence was even getting annoying to me. “No, I am fine just sitting here all alone. Plus I have my sweater.” I held up my arm so they could see. Of course at that moment I had a chill run up my spine and I shivered in reaction to it.

 

“We all just saw that. Just come in the car and get back where it is saf-“ I needed to say something that would just make them all leave me alone. Would I regret this later? Maybe…

 

“Can’t you see I don’t want your stupid ride back to the hotel? Can’t you see that I DON’t want to go back there and see Chris. Seriously you must be fucking stupid if you haven’t figured that out yet. Just turn around and leave me alone!” Spaz, yes; convincing? Hopefully.

 

Suddenly the bodies that were facing me slowly turned around and started to walk in the opposite direction. Maybe that was a little harsh, but I needed to get them out of there. I heard a car door close, Guy’s laughter, and then a noise that sounded like a car driving away. Finally, I was alone.

 

Wait, was I actually happy about that?

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(Usually this would be in Chris's point of view, but for just this Chapter it will be told in Jonny's. After this it will go back to Chris.)

 

The car ride home was the strangest thing I have experienced in my life. Guy was wasted; Will seemed annoyed that he did not know anything that was going on, and I felt I was responsible for both of them. How could I tell Will and not feel like I betrayed Chris. He told that to me in private. Well, Guy was there for a little bit, but still; things between Chris and I, they were different: no one could understand it… Oh well, I needed to fix this before it got worse.

 

"Guy's tonight was crazy!" Guy was rambling on about nothing and laughing at god only knows what. I turned to will as we were stopped at a red light.

 

"Will, I feel like you should know what's going on…." I paused.

 

"Yeah, that would probably help explain why Rachel is alone in the park and Chris is cooped up alone in his hotel room." He sounded mad for not knowing, but he was out all night having his own fun; in a way it wasn't anyone's fault.

 

"Don't worry. I'll catch you up to date on everything, but you have to both promise me that Chris does not find out where Rachael is. Promise?" If he knew, he would be out of that room in a heart beat. I would love for him to be at ease and being happy that he found her, but she did not look like she wanted to be bothered yet.

 

"Promise." Will and Guy said at the same time.

 

Just as I was explaining things to my friends, I kept praying to myself that my actions would not come and bight me in the ass.

 

 

 

In My Place

Part 13

 

 

 

 

(*** - flashback)

 

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I sat back down on the dock and looked at what would be the water; it was still so dark that I couldn't see. Part of me wanted Jonny and Will to go back and tell Chris where I was, but an even larger part of me did not want that. Why does love make you like this? Why are guys so stupid?

 

***

 

When I finally woke up from my unexpected nap, the clock said ten thirty. Wow I could not believe it, I had slept all day. A chill ran up my spine. It was chilly because it was so late and I left a window open to give the apartment a fresh smell. When I walked over to the window to shut it, I took a look outside. It was a beautiful night: moon was shinning bright, not many offices had their lights on. The weird thing about this night was that not too many people seemed to be out in the streets; it was so surreal. Usually on these types of nights everyone takes advantage of it.

 

Just as my hands were on the window to shut it, I heard really a really beautiful song playing. I remembered Christine had been talking about her favorite band playing tonight and how she had great seats to their show. I don't remember their name, but that explains why people weren't out and about; they must have been pretty popular. I wouldn't know though.

 

I was still feeling a little down and I had a bunch of pent up energy from sleeping the day away, so I decided to take a walk down to the park. I'll bring my camera, the moon was so beautiful. I washed my face, grabbed a spring jacket, and headed back to my paradise; my park.

 

When I got to the entrance, there were these beautiful lights that illuminated the path; so stunning, so peaceful. I sat down in the closest bench facing the lake and soaked in the night. I was so stupid, something almost happened today and I ruined it, but why? Why was I so afraid of something that could make me smile? Why was I running away from the one thing that has kept me going for the past few months? Since it was my job to usually ruin things, I started to slowly accept my fault. A tear slid down my face.

 

I would normally sit down first and soak in all this nights’ beautifulness, but for some reason I just kept walking. This park was silent but it was the good kind of silence. I would have said I was the only one there, but as I approached a little fishing dock I saw a lonesome silhouette standing there looking off into the lake, throwing something up and down.

 

So if you saw someone standing there like that, you would probably take a quick glance over, and then walk away. Me? When I was taking the casual glance over to the person, I thought I knew who it was. In the end I can say it was his hair that finally gave him away. But, I did not just walk away. No, I walked right up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t until then I realized that I was still crying…

 

When my hand was on his shoulder I gave it a little squeeze. I am not sure why I did this, but he didn’t seem to be as scared; so I guess it was a good idea. When he turned around I saw that the object in his hand was the lens cap that I had dropped earlier. How could I have forgotten about that?

 

No one said a word. We were both just standing there staring into each others eyes. He looked like he was worried about something but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I tried to wipe my tears away, but I could feel the stains on my cheeks that they left.

 

All of a sudden his arms were around me and everything felt right. We stayed in that hug for a few minutes, both not wanting to let go of each other. No words had to be spoken. I wasn’t even going to push away. This hug just felt so right.

 

After the hug, I wouldn’t let him speak. I put my finger to his mouth to tell him to not talk, I grabbed his hand and lead the way. I found a nice bench to sit at. I figured if we were going to talk, it would be a long serious one; so the bench was a great idea.

 

I sat down and Chris just stood there looking at me with a puzzled look. I then patted the space next to me on the bench, offering the seat to him. He took a seat and smiled at me. Maybe I could fix this, maybe things could be right. My heart raced faster and faster as these thoughts scurried through my head.

 

"Listen, I am really sorry for earlier. I just thought mayb-." I had to interrupt him, he could not apologize for this; it was my fault.

 

"Shh, you don't need to apologize for anything. I need to explain myself." Just as I was going to continue with my explanation, he was interrupting me.

 

"No Rachel," The way he said my name made my stomach do flips. "I am so sorry for the trouble I caused you. And I am sorry for just showing up here tonight. I wasn't following you, I just needed to get away and I thought this would be a nice, quiet, beautiful place for me to think." I saw him smile a bit. "Just when everyone knows who you are, you just need to get away sometimes; y'know?"

 

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was mesmerized by his voice so I nodded my head in agreement.

 

"Listen Rachel, I like you. I am going to be flat out honest with you. I know, we haven't talked much, and we barely know each other, but I feel like I connect with you somehow; like I know you already. I'm not very good at saying this because I am so nervous and here I am babbling on to you about it, but I have my reasons for it." He was falling apart at the seams. He looked so hurt. What is wrong Chris; I want to make it all go away. "I don't do this sort of thing very often, but I just felt like I needed to tell you the truth, just so my feelings are out there." He looked down like he was embarrassed. I lifted his face up with my hand. His skin was so warm, I had to smile.

 

I couldn't think of anything to say. I just shook my head and hoped that my body language would do the talking for me.

 

"I only had one girlfriend before and I was crazy for her," Great, here is where he tells me how hurt he is and how much he misses her. "But she betrayed me." Maybe this wasn't about what I thought it was… "She used me for my fame; for her own popularity. I thought she really lov-."I just had to interrupt.

 

"What are you talking about Chris?" I was so confused, Fame?

 

"Uhh, what do you mean?" His face seemed to have an even more mystified look.

 

"I don't understand. She used your fame? What fame?" I was staring at him waiting for my answer when he started to laugh. "Chris! I am being serious; I have no idea what you are talking about!" I was getting frustrated, which seemed to make him laugh even harder.

 

"You're sitting here talking to me right now, and you are being completely honest with me when you say that you have no idea who I am?" It was kind of hard to understand him between his chuckles, but I understood what he was asking.

 

"Yeah….?" My expression was not amused. He took my hand in his.

 

"I am Chris Martin, Rachel." He smiled.

 

"Yeah, and I am Rachel Simpson, so what?" he started to laugh again. Oh great; this was all a huge joke to him.

 

"Rachel I am in a band, Coldplay, ever hear of them?" His face got serious.

 

"The name sounds familiar but it doesn't ring any bells…" I looked down. What in the world was he talking about?

 

"Well, I am the lead singer in the band Coldplay, as I just told you. It's just me and my best mates, Jonny, Guy and Will; we’re okay, still have a lot of room for improvement. Anyway, we're on a world tour right now, but on the North American leg. For a little while I wasn't sure we were coming back here, but we did and I was so happy because I was going to see you again; well at least try to. Are you okay Rachel?" His smile began to fade again.

 

It was all starting to make sense to me: not seeing him for months, all the people starring at him, Justin automatically knowing who he was. Chris was famous? Coldplay? Gosh, did I live such a sheltered life that I didn't know who Coldplay was? But it all fit together. He couldn't be lying to me. There was a big show today in the City, Christine was thrilled. She would never believe this. "Yeah, I am fine." I started to laugh a little bit. "This is really embarrassing Chris. I am sorry." I blushed. How could I make such a fool out of my self?

 

"Hah-hah don't worry about it. This explains why you looked so confused in the park the first time I met you." He remembered that? I thought only girls remembered little details like that.

 

"Listen Chris, I need to explain myself about earlier." How could I say this? Just do it Rachel, just be honest. "Well, that guy we ran into was my ex-boyfriend like I told you. We didn't have a great ending…" I looked away; it was painful just to think about it. "He cheated on me and, oh I don't know I never was with anybody before that. I put all my trust into him. I just think that everyone is out to hurt me…" I couldn't look him in the eye.

 

"Rachel, its okay to be upset about it, if you don't want to talk, I understand." He smiled. Why was he being so nice to me after what I had done to him?

 

"That's just it Chris, there isn't really more to tell. He cheated on me, and now I trust no one? It is so stupid. I don't even know why I ran away. I just got scared and ran. It is just what I do when things like that happen…" A tear slid down my face. Please don't cry Rachel, not in front of him. You are strong.

 

 

A few moments after I was done speaking, his had was brushing my cheek. I looked into his eyes. I could just get lost in them forever. He started to lean in slowly. This time I smiled as I knew what was coming next. I wouldn't be afraid this time. He inched closer to me and paused to look at the expression on my face. He was probably seeing if everything was okay. I smiled; he was so adorable. Then, his lips lightly brushed against mine; fireworks went off in my stomach. He quickly stopped and I felt his breath on my ear, "Oh, and by the way; you can always trust me to be true." Pretty soon we were kissing again and it felt so natural. This was so different then with Justin. Wait, why was I even thinking about that? Forget him.

 

After we were finished that amazing kiss, we just sat there for a moment soaking everything in. I was leaned up against his cheat with his arms around my body. Everything felt in place. Everything felt perfect. I let out a big sigh and squeezed his arms; I felt a little squeeze back. I looked up at his face; he was smiling so big and he looked so relaxed. I spoke softly, "I am still really sorry, you know about everything Chris." He looked down.

 

"Please don't apologize Rachel, you have done nothing wrong, everything is right now. Just relax." I relaxed my shoulders.

 

"Well, then if you don't mind I would like to know the rest of the story you were telling before I rudely interrupted you." I chuckled. Of course in the end I wasn't sorry for interrupting him; that kiss was so worth it.

 

"Oh, right! Hah-hah! Well I was just going to tell you how in my situation I can't really trust everyone, but I felt like I could trust you no matter what. And that she was not even worth it if that was all she cared about. I later found out that she was cheating on me the whole time…" He looked down. Thinking about it probably still made him feel sad, but I knew how it felt.

 

"Hey." I grabbed his chin again and kissed his lips. "Don't be sad, get glad!" We both laughed at my corny joke and got back into that silent moment that felt so perfect.

 

"Hey?" He was speaking so softly that I could barely hear him.

 

I didn't bother to turn around to look at his face because I felt so safe and secure just holding on to them. "Yeah?" I was whispering.

 

"Just remember Rachel; never be afraid to hide your emotions again… I am here for you." I turned around to look at his face. We both just stared at each other for a second, and then we were wrapped up in another passionate kiss that ended with the best hug in the world.

 

I kept hearing those words over and over in my head. "I am here for you…" And in that moment I don't think it could have gotten any more perfect.

 

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They all came into my room at once; Guy, J, and Will. I was still pacing as they entered and they were all staring at me. I stopped in my tracks. "What? You all look like you did something wrong." I knew something was up, but what? Maybe if I played it cool, it wouldn't make it awkward.

 

Nothings wrong Chris, we just all came in to check on you. You okay?" Okay now I knew Jonny lied, because he told me he was going to bed.

 

"Jon, you told me that you were going to bed…, remember?" I looked down. Something terrible must have happened if he lied to me.

 

Just then, Guy broke out into a terrible fit of laughter. Was he drunk? "Surprise Chris!" What in the world was he talking about? "Guess what we found?"

 

All of a sudden, Jonny and Will looked worried. “What is going on….” I could not figure it out. Everyone was acting so weird… Jonny and Will looked so suspicious.

 

“RACHEL! CHRIS CAN YOU BELIEVE IT WE FOUND HER!” he was laughing like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. “… wait, why was she not with you?”

 

I just looked down. I had no expression, no feeling. My first action was to bolt to the door, but Jonny beat me there. “No Chris, you can’t go. Please just trust me on this one.”

 

“What?! Why should I trust you, you lied to me!” I was hurt, I looked down at the floor. I could not look my best friend in the eyes.

 

“Chris, I am sorry; I just thought it was for your own good because she did not seem ready to see you yet; please you can be mad at me all you want, just trust me for this one second.” I looked up at his eyes. They looked truly sorry, but I couldn’t forgive him that easily.

 

“Alright…” my shoulders relaxed. Then I leaned up against the wall and slid down until my head was leaning on my knees.

 

Oh what a night this has become….

 

 

 

 

SPARKS

Chapter 4

 

What is this feeling that I can't explain?

And why am I never gonna sleep again?

 

 

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“I used to rule the world…”

 

Seas would rise when I have the word? Hefty expectations, indeed. Chris seemed to have high aspirations in terms of the physical capabilities of nature within his control, and I made note of the excellent story telling the pop ballad ‘Viva La Vida’ was able to tell the audience. The lyrics of the songs performed were substantial, and I made a mental note to include that in the mini-interview on the ride home.

 

I was standing to the side of the magnificent stage, infront of numerous fan girls who screamed and cried for the four boys onstage, and frankly I was revolted by them. Chris seemed to enjoy the attention, however, and was making sure to put on the most entertaining show possible. He flew across the stage, his face alive and his body expressions exciting and vivid - all while hitting perfect notes and playing 3 (possibly more) instruments to boot. I was mesmerised by the wild array of colours which flew across the stage, the confetti which at one point rained from the ceilings over the ecstatic crowd, and the pounding music which shook the ground I stood on to its very core. It almost seemed as if the high ceiling was about to burst open with the amount of energy contained in the box that was the theatre - fly open and give way to the heavens above to hear the glorious melodies of Coldplay.

 

I was so busy enjoying the show that I hardly noticed the prickling, burning sensation on my neck which I commonly associated with being watched carefully. I noticed it a few times during the show, but whenever I spun around to see where it was coming from, all I could see were the various roadies rushing to and fro and the ever-present Phil Harvey, looking up at the boys on stage with a blazing concentrated look on his face. I doubt he noticed me the entire show - and I was careful not to notice him.

 

Suddenly, the show was over. The crowd departed with high spirits (complete with those screaming girls - god damn them! My ears!) and before long the arena was perfectly empty as it had been a couple of hours ago. Except for the substantial amount of multicoloured butterfly confetti which lay in heaps on the ground. Curious, I ventured over to a rather large pile and grasped a handful, enjoying the texture and shapes of the butterflies.

 

“No one is stopping you from taking some, you know,” a cold voice behind me said, and I jumped violently in surprise. I swung myself around, only to be faced with the sneering face of Phil.

 

“I find them rather pretty. Care for a short interview about the creative process behind them?” I replied teasingly.

 

He fidgeted, which surprised me very much. I had expected a witty retort, complete with him sauntering off away from me. However, he stood his ground and stared at the floor. Immediately awkward, I quickly said, “You’re obviously not part of the confetti making committee. That’s just a silly suggestion. I’ll just be… uh…”

 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He was quickly back to his old obnoxious self, and I gave him a derisive eye roll and headed backstage.

 

The boys were jumping around giddily; they were great balls of energy after having done such an enthusiastic and fantastic gig.

 

“Grace! She’s got the walk! Not on a ramp or on chalk!” Chris sang merrily.

 

“As I’ve heard,” I replied. “Amazing gig, guys!”

 

“Thanks so much,” Chris said earnestly. “I really only tried to do so well to impress you.”

 

I laughed. “How flattering.”

 

He winked. “Ah, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m married!” he joked, pretending to try and pull the wedding ring off his finger. “I think it’s magically attached - she’s an evil warlock, I tell you!”

 

“I want a bottle of water,” Guy said bitterly, lying sprawled on a rather worn-down sofa in his plaid red shirt.

 

“Get it yourself,” Will called over. “You need the exercise.”

 

“The only person who needs the exercise is Jon,” Guy replied, eyeing said Jonny who was currently devouring a slice of chocolate cake. “Look at that tummy! Need a few push-ups, eh?”

 

Guy leaned over and poked the lump of Jonny’s tubby belly which was sticking out from under his shirt. Jonny, frowning at him, hitched his shirt downwards and proceeded to shove the cake into Guy’s open laughing mouth. I laughed quite loudly, and the two men looked over at me and smiled.

 

Phil suddenly appeared behind me. “Tour bus, tour bus,” he chirped happily, but his joyous expression fell to a look of unease as soon as his eyes lay upon me. I stared back at him, confused. Just a few hours ago he treated me with utter contempt and disdain - and now he suddenly seemed…

nervous

around me?!

 

“Mind if I join you back?” I asked sweetly, looking only at Phil to see his reaction.

 

“Oh, yeah…” he replied nonchalantly, his vivid green eyes not meeting my brown ones.

 

“I have a lot of questions to ask,” I pressed, letting a flirtatious tone hint at my voice. “But I know you’d only answer all of them honestly if you really like the interviewer.”

 

“I guess we won’t be having much of an interview, then,” he snapped, after a noticeable moment of hesitation. Feeling rather offended, I turned away to face the band, who were leaving.

 

“C’mon, Gracey! Save you a seat!” Chris called. “You have to sit next to me to make up for my horrid, unpleasant bad looks. Or maybe I’ll just have Guy sit next to me. He’s handsome enough to make up for me being an utter idiot.”

 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were coming on to me,” Guy replied, rolling his eyes.

 

“You love it,” Chris teased.

 

Laughing whole-heartedly, I followed the boys to the tour bus - but feeling Phil’s burning stare on the back of my head the whole way there.

 

As much as I hated myself thinking it… and I felt repulsed by myself for feeling that way… but I was glad that I was wearing an attractive short skirt.

One Moment (Part1)

 

 

 

 

"Yeah, she's moving here from London." Chris explained, "So I thought us four could get together to, you know, welcome her?"

 

"Aw, aren't you a nice older brother?" Will teased him as they all laughed.

 

Chris blushed, "Yes. Yes, I am."

 

A few minutes later, Chris's stunning sister walked over to their table. She had long, black curly hair and blue eyes, just like Chris's. Besides their eyes, they had almost no resemblance.

 

She sat down in the booth in between Jonny and Guy.

 

"Boys, this is Nicola. Nicola, you know the boys." She smiled and waved shyly. "She's shy at first, but she'll eventually become a monster. But that's okay, because Jonny's shy too, and he's already a sexy beast!"

 

All of them laughed hysterically as Jonny blushed.

 

"Chris, you still haven't changed!" She said, giving him a small slap over the head, which barely touched him.

 

"Ouch!" Chris cried, although he was laughing.

 

Yep, their related Jonny thought.

 

Wow, she's hot Guy thought.

 

Will; I wonder if she needs a ride home.

I'm such an awesome brother Chris thought.

 

The waitress brought over 5 glasses of water to our table and Chris quickly took down half of it in one sip. "I love water..." Chris said softly to himself as he continued to drink it.

 

Jonny just stirred his ice aound in his glass of water, "So how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while." He asked as the ice in his glass stopped spinning and he drew his attention towards Nicola.

 

"Oh, I'm fantastic." she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "How are you?"

 

He blushed, "I'm great." he looked down shyly still bright red.

 

"Hey why don't we go down to my house after dinner for some movies?" Chris offered.