Here's a short one by me.

Just For The Fans

I wrote a Coldplay fanfic~

 

http://deathlyh7212007.livejournal.com/48334.html

Enjoy.

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The Offer

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Chris looked around the studio.

Then slowly he smiled.

"I get it," he said, "One of those goons put you up to this, didn't they?"

"Goons?" Lucifer asked.

"Yeah, those guys who are supposed to be my best friends. This has the smell of Will Champion all over it," Chris told him.

"I can assure you that I work only for myself. Your friends had nothing to do with it."

"Will is always giving me a hard time about my songs. This must be his idea of a joke."

Lucifer's face muscles tightened.

"I am no joke," he said, with an intensity that frightened Chris just a little.

"Okay," he said, "Calm down."

"You do not tell me how to behave," the man said, with a low growl to his voice.

Chris was really getting nervous now.

He looked at the clock.

Three-thirty in the morning.

No one would be here for hours.

Was he going to be stuck with this lunatic who thought he was a deity for that many hours?

"Well," he said chattily, "I better be getting home."

The man didn't say anything.

Chris whistled a little tune to himself as he slipped on his jacket and scarf.

"Kind of chilly out," he said, "Must protect the throat."

Chris put his hand on the door knob, but it wouldn't turn.

He jiggled it a little.

"Must be locked," he said aloud.

He tried to turn the lock, but it wouldn't budge.

"You are wasting your time and your energy," Lucifer said, "You aren't going anywhere."

Chris walked back to him.

"If you are for real then tell me something that only I would know."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"I know that you are secretly in love with Jonny and have been since you were twenty-two," Lucifer said.

Chris' eyes widened.

"God," he said, "No one knows that. No one. There's no way you could know that unless...."

"Unless I am who I say I am?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes," Chris said, sitting down in a chair and unwrapping the scarf from his neck.

"Are you ready to talk business now?" Lucifer asked.

Chris swallowed hard and looked at him.

"Yes," he said, "Tell me about your offer."

 

 

They Sing for the Sun

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

An hour later, I was walking around the area, trying to pick my way through in the darkness. The moon was bright enough to offer some light, but it was barely enough. My feet still got tangled in leaves and twigs. Will was in an odd state of half-consciousness; occasionally he would call out to me, asking where I was.

 

“Chris?”

 

“I’m right here,” I answered, scrambling to get back to him. I dropped down on my knees, wrapping my arms around myself. Will had finally let me put my jacket over him for extra warmth, which worried me a bit. He must have been feeling unbearably cold.

 

“Stop walking away...like that. It’s making me anxious. How can you...even see anything?”

 

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

 

“Just...stay there. Eat something.”

 

Perhaps he was right. I grabbed my backpack and dug around until I found the Luna bars. “Do you want to try some?” I asked.

 

“What are they?”

 

“I brought Luna bars. Chocolate peppermint, chai, peanut butter...”

 

Will chuckled breathlessly. “Those...are for...women.” His sentences were becoming punctuated with more and more pauses in which he would pull in a labored breath. I reached out to touch his forehead again, and he didn’t even say anything. This time, his skin felt damp, but I couldn’t tell if it was cool or not because my hand was so cold. But he definitely wasn’t warm.

 

“I don’t mind; I like Luna bars,” I said eventually, taking a large bite. “Go on,” I offered, holding it out to Will. “You should eat.”

 

“No way,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I’m not hungry.”

 

“Then at least take a drink of water,” I pressed.

 

“Do we have...another bottle left?” he asked, taking the one I offered him.

 

“Of course,” I lied. He took a small drink and then pressed it back into my hands.

 

“You’re the one who needs...his strength.”

 

“Shut up, Will.” I stuffed the bottle back into the bag and pulled my knees up to my chest. I was shivering nonstop and nothing I did would warm me up. Will groaned, pulling off my sweater and throwing it at me. “No!” I snapped, refusing to accept it.

 

“I’ve already got mine...you need yours.”

 

“No. I’ll be okay. You need it more than I do, man. What if you go into shock, what then?” My voice nearly hit a hysterical note.

 

“So...fucking...stubborn,” Will breathed. But he didn’t offer me the sweater again.

 

“How’s the pain?”

 

“Hurts.”

 

I nodded and pulled my backpack up on my lap, beginning to take all the hard objects out of it. I placed them next to a nearby rock, and then flipped the bag over. “Lift your head.” Will didn’t bother questioning me; he just did it. I slipped the thing under him, thinking only of his comfort. “Better?”

 

“Yeah...thanks.”

 

I brought my knees back to my chest and nodded.

 

 

 

 

The next chapter is better. I promise. :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry the next part is short, I just got home and I don't want to just stop posting forget about my fic;

I know, bad excuse. :dozey:

 

One Moment (Part2)

 

 

 

 

*Nicola's PoV*

 

Chris held the popcorn bowl on his lap as we watched National Treasure for probably the second time. Chris and Jonny sat on the couch together as Me, Will, and Guy sat on the floor below them, also watching attentively.

 

"Do you want another beer?" Guy asked me as he held a bottle in his palm.

 

I smiled at his offer, "Sure," I took it from his palm and took a quick sip of it. He raised a brow as I tore the bottle from my lips.

 

"I like your style." Guy said as he took a larger gulp of his own beer.

 

"You can really drink, can't you?" I asked him as he released the bottle from his mouth and took a deep breath.

 

"Oh, when I want to." he said, "I'm getting to that age." he put a hand on his stomach.

 

I laughed, "Guy, your still young."

 

I felt his hand slither across my back and stopped when his hand reached my hip, as doing so, he pulled me close. I played along and I rested my head on his chest and I could feel his lips press against the top of my head.

 

"Your so beautiful." He whispered in my ear

 

 

 

i don't really have a title for this one (it's Jonny's birthday story!! :cheesy:), it's just broken up into Morning, Afternoon and Night. :nice:

 

 

Morning

 

 

Jonny's cellphone, which was laying neatly on the bedside table located next to his bed, went off. The quiet rings bounced throughout the tiny room, eventually finding their way to his ears. With great effort, Jonny blindly reached for the phone, missing several times. He drew it close to his face, lifting his eyelid just enough to read the name. Heaving a tired sigh, he opened the phone and rolled over on his back.

 

"What do you want?"

 

"Happy birthday, man!"

 

"Thanks. You had to call at," he looked over at the clock, "six AM?"

 

"I wanted to be the first person to say it."

 

"Well, congratulations. Bye now."

 

"Bye Jo-" But Jonny had already hung up the phone, no doubt planning on going back to sleep. Six was a bit early to call someone, but Chris didn't really think about that before he called. "...nny." Chris disappointedly returned his phone to its receiver. He sat back in his chair, making room for his desk drawer to open. Inside was a large stack of loose leaf paper, and a few pens of varying colors. He grabbed one of each, closed the drawer, and began to write. But as soon as he placed the tip of the pen to the paper, his mind went blank. It was going to be the most important thing he'd ever written, or even thought about writing. And he thought about it all the time.

 

For thirty-two years, Jonathan Buckland had been a living being. Chris had known him for about thirteen of those years. One twisted afternoon, when Chris had been flying through the hallways, Jonny shyly sat in his dorm room, playing his guitar. The hypnotic melody floated through the open door, where it softly collided with the human Slinky. Like a magnet, it pulled him to the door, where he sneakily peered into the room and laid his eyes on the most magnificent person he'd ever seen.

 

Jonny's head was bowed down, hiding himself in the guitar. There was something so simple about him that made him almost angelic. With every strum, Chris felt his heart being lifted higher and higher. If indeed love at first sight existed, this was it. He unconsciously stepped closer and closer, until he was standing completely in the doorway. Jonny, fully absorbed in the song, didn't notice until he finished, when Chris let out a, "Wow," as the final note faded away. Jonny looked up, not so much frightened as embarrassed.

 

"Oh, sorry! I was just- and I," Chris motioned, trying to explain the prior events. "Sorry."

 

"It's OK," Jonny quietly said, as he lowered his head once more. Playing guitar seemed to be the only thing that made him feel comfortable around people he didn't know, yet ironically he couldn't play if he knew someone was listening. Instead, he just sat there, tightly holding the guitar.

 

"You're very b... your playing is very brilliant," Chris nervously spat out.

 

"Thanks," Jonny mumbled.

 

"Will you play something else?"

 

"Um..."

 

"Never mind, I should just go now. Sorry to bother you," Chris said as he began to leave. As he turned, however, the music started again. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. He dared to walk even closer, and actually sat down next to Jonny. Everything about him was breathtaking, from the gentle way he plucked the guitar strings to the stunning pale green eyes he lifted and used to look at Chris.

 

"Did you write that?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"It's wonderful." Jonny blushed and stared at the ground. Chris felt absolutely silly, like some little girl who was trying to get a boy to like her, but he knew that there was something very special about him. "You know, I write songs sometimes, too. Lyrics, mostly. Maybe we could... write together?"

 

Jonny tapped his thumb twice on the side of his guitar, and looked up at Chris, an excited smile spread wide across his face. "OK."

 

The Offer

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

"Well that is certainly a new attitude," L. said.

"Can you help me with this or not?" Chris asked.

L. smiled deviously.

"Of course, I can," he said, "The question is if I will or not?"

Chris stood up, completely exasperated.

"You said you had an offer....make it or get the hell out of here."

"Just what are you willing to give up?" L. asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Chris narrowed his eyes at him.

“If you can do as you say and give me the greatest song that has ever been written, I would be willing to give up anything and everything.”

“Are you sure about that?” L. asked.

“Yes,” Chris said, with absolute certainty, “You can have my soul….you can have everything.”

“Pish-posh,” L. said, “Souls are a dime a dozen. I have more of those than I know what to do with and most of them are completely useless anyway.”

“What then?” Chris asked.

“I want your heart,” L. said.

Chris laughed.

“Take it,” he said.

“So eager to give away such an irreplaceable thing?” L. asked.

Chris thought wistfully of Jonny.

“It isn’t like I am going to be using it,” he said.

“How can you be so sure?” L. asked.

“Because the person I love…well..you already know…he…loves someone else.”

“And what if that changes?”

Chris smiled sadly.

“All these years,” he said, “All the time we have spent together…..You would be doing me a great favor if you did take my heart. It only serves to cause me pain.”

“Look at me,” L. said, seriously.

Chris looked at him directly in the eyes.

He was chilled by what he saw.

He saw anger and fear and hatred and destruction.

“I do favors for no one,” L. told him, “Don’t think of me as your savior.”

“Okay,” Chris said.

“Do you still want to go through with it?”

“Yes,” Chris said, “Take whatever you want from me.”

 

 

Afternoon

 

 

Jonny took a sip of the drink the waitress had just brought him as he looked at Chris, who was staring intently at a piece of paper, a pen held loosely in his hand. They were at the diner that Chris always brought Jonny to for lunch on his birthday, and sometimes when it wasn't his birthday.

 

"What are you writing?" Jonny asked, nodding to the blank paper.

 

"Um, a song," Chris lied. "Well, I'm trying to write a song but... I know what I want to say, I just don't know how I want to say it."

 

"Well, good luck."

 

"Thanks," he said, looking up. "I'm gonna need it."

 

"You'll get it, don't worry." Chris halfheartedly smiled, and returned his attention to the page before him. Jonny looked around, amazed with all the memories he held of that dinner. "Wow, I can't believe we've been coming here for thirteen years already."

 

"We've had a lot of meals here, huh?" Chris said as his eyes met Jonny's. Then he looked out the window. "A lot of talks..."

 

It was raining. The diner was filled with most of the usuals, including Jonny and Chris, who were sat at a small booth near the door. Plates of sandwiches and french fries sat between them on the table, along with two cups of water. Chris had eaten most of his food, but Jonny had only stared at his.

 

"Do you want to talk about it now?" Chris asked as he took a sip of his water.

 

"I guess," Jonny unenthusiastically answered. Chris placed his arms on the table, lacing his fingers, and stared at Jonny.

 

"What did she say?" Jonny sighed and messed with the uneaten food on his plate.

 

"I'm not dating material... anymore."

 

"What a bitch." Jonny looked up at Chris with a hurt expression. He had been dating this girl for three months, and of course Chris never liked her. Now that she'd left him, though, Chris felt that he could stop acting as if he could tolerate her. "Sorry, but it's true. You deserve so much better than that."

 

"Do I?" Jonny dully asked.

 

"Yes! Jonny, you're one of the most amazing people on earth. Anyone who can't see that shouldn't... I don't know, shouldn't be allowed to breathe."

 

"That's a little extreme, don't you think?" Jonny laughed.

 

"No, in fact, it's a little too nice." Chris returned to eating his sandwich, and it was a few minutes before either of them spoke again.

 

"Thank you," Jonny said, picking up a french fry off his plate.

 

"For what?"

 

"For always being there for me. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for."

 

"It's nothing," Chris shrugged. "I'd do anything for you."

 

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The day was far from rainy. In fact, the sun seemed to shine brighter than it had in months. Jonny and Chris were sitting in the same booth, but this time their roles had switched. Chris found himself unable to eat much, whereas Jonny had eaten more than he usually would.

 

Chris loved to watch Jonny eat. Well, he loved to watch Jonny do anything, really. His simple, angelic qualities had not altered one bit since they met. He thought about writing that in his message, but decided that it didn't sound quite right. And he felt that angelic might even be an understatement.

 

"I'd still do anything for you." Jonny looked up and smiled.

 

"And you're still the best friend anyone could ask for."

 

They Sing for the Sun

Chapter...5! This is as sexy as it gets, people.

 

 

 

 

Two hours later.

 

 

 

 

“Do we really...have to do this?” asked Will.

 

“Yes,” I muttered, lying down on the other side of the backpack. “W-Will, I know...I’m not so hot on this either, but...”

 

“Fuck, I know,” he whispered. He took my sweatshirt and put it down by his side as I crawled up next to him. I was glad that he couldn’t see my face reddening as I rested my head against his chest and wrapped an arm around him, pressing myself close. I was too cold to care about personal space; both of us were shivering, and I knew he was just as grateful as I was for the extra warmth. He wrapped an arm around me in return and sighed quietly. “If you tell anyone about this...I’ll kill you.”

 

“H-Hey. This is weird for me too. You smell funny,” I pointed out.

 

“Well you smell bad,” he said weakly. “But you’re warm, so...” He chuckled a bit before going silent, save for his slightly labored breathing.

 

For at least an hour, we both lay awake, unmoving. I was terrified of causing him pain, and I was pretty sure he was afraid of the same thing. But eventually, Will’s breaths evened out and he fell into an uneasy sleep. I just kept shivering and staring out into the darkness, terrified of every little noise. The only thing that gave me comfort was looking up into sky, which was black save for the moon and the stars. Just wait for the birds. They’ll sing when the sun rises.

 

I wasn’t sure at exactly what time I fell asleep, but when I woke up next, it was still dark.

 

So I fell asleep again.

 

Let this be the last time.

 

Then, I woke up again.

 

Will's shoulder is so bony...

 

Fell asleep...

 

Why did this have to happen to us?

 

Woke up.

 

But this time, something was different. Instead of the world around me being pitch black, it was now deep blue. Far out in the distance, I could see reddish purple, and it was only becoming lighter. I lifted my head from Will’s chest and shuddered. My body was so stiff that I barely move, and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Now that it was finally getting closer to dawn, I wanted to sleep! But I knew that I couldn’t.

 

A few minutes later, the birds began to sing. It started out small; only one or two of them were around. But then the mix of sounds rose into a piercing chorus as more birds joined. I pushed my hair back from my forehead, still shivering. The previous day was slowly seeping back into my fogged-up brain, and I looked down at Will worriedly. His breaths were shallow, and he looked pale, even in the low light of early morning. But when I pressed a hand to his forehead, I could feel heat radiating off him. “Shit!” I breathed, forcing myself to sit up. “Will,” I called, shaking him gently. “Wake up!”

 

“Mmm...”

 

“Will, it’s morning.”

 

“Chris?”

 

“Yeah. I have to go soon.

 

“Oh...” he whispered. “What if I die...while you’re gone?” That had to be the fever talking.

 

“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “You’re the strongest person I know, you w-won’t die.”

 

“Chris, I really don’t...feel so good.”

 

“Oh god, oh god...Will...” I murmured, stroking his forehead. “I’m sorry. But I have to go.”

 

“I know,” he sighed. I turned to get up, but he grabbed my shirt to hold me down. “Listen...if I do die...”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous. You won’t!”

 

“...If I do...I want you to know that...you’ve been a good friend. I owe a lot to you.”

 

“I love you too, man,” I whispered, prying his hand off my sleeve. “I’ll be back for you.”

 

Will grinned feebly. “I know.”

 

 

 

The Offer

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

Will, Guy and Jonny were sitting with their heads huddled together when Chris arrived at the studio.

Will had his hand on Jonny's shoulder and was talking to him in hushed tones.

Jonny was nodding silently.

"Cut that shit out," Chris said, "We need to get started."

Guy stood up and walked over to Chris.

"Jonny's a little upset. He's had a bit of bad luck."

"Why should I give a fuck?" Chris asked.

Guy blinked a little.

"His girlfriend broke up with him."

"That doesn't affect me," Chris said, "Or you or Will."

"Damn, Chris what's eating you today?" Guy asked.

"Not one fucking thing. I just think we need to have some priorities around here."

"But Jonny's really hurting," Guy told him.

"Tough shit," Chris said, "He needs to grow up."

Guy frowned suspiciously at him.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked.

Chris slammed his fist against the table.

Guy jumped back.

Will and Jonny both looked up.

"No, I have not been drinking. I am just sick of this shit."

"You are acting like a real bastard," Guy said.

"Get used to it," Chris said, standing very close to Guy.

Guy noticed that he was pale and his eyes looked empty.

There was no sparkle.

No shine.

No irrepressible glow of energy and electricity.

The brilliant blue color was even a washed out vestige of its' former self.

Guy moved away from him.

"You are freaking me out," he told Chris.

"I am tired of babysitting you....all of you...from now on we work or we go home. I don't want to hear about your

personal problems or any of that stuff. And I want all this personal property out of here," he said.

He picked up Guy's camera from the table and practically threw it at him.

Luckily, Guy caught it.

"That's the way it is," Chris said, "Get with it or I'll find someone to replace you who can."

 

 

 

The Offer

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

Jonny stood up and walked over to Chris.

They had been best friends for so long.

If anyone could calm him down, it would be Jonny.

Jonny put his hand on Chris' shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Chris looked at him.

Then he looked at Jonny's hand on his shoulder.

"Get your fucking hand off me," Chris said, slowly and deliberately.

"Geez, Chris..." Jonny said, taking his hand away.

"I don't want to hear any shit from you either," Chris said.

Jonny looked confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

Chris just stared at him.

"He's just on one of his little diva trips again," Guy said.

Chris walked over to Guy.

"Get out," he said, quietly.

Will had been silent so far.

But now he stood up.

"Stop,"Chris said, pointing a finger at Will.

"I don't want to hear one stupid fucking word out of your mouth. If you don't like it that I told Guy to leave, you can sure as hell go with him."

Will didn't say anything.

He just grabbed Guy by the elbow and motioned for him to follow.

"I'm not coming back you little prick," Guy said, hatefully.

"I should hope not," Chris said, "I'll have you replaced by tomorrow."

Guy looked to Jonny.

"Come with us, man," he said, "He can't treat us like this."

Jonny looked at Chris.

"I can't leave him," Jonny told Guy.

"Look how he is acting," Guy said.

"I can hear the two of you," Chris said, "I think you should go, Jonny. I don't fucking want or need you to be here."

Jonny felt like he had been kicked in the stomach.

Whatever happened, the two of them had always stuck together.

"You don't mean that," he said to Chris.

"I don't need you. I don't need any of you. I have something better than all of you. I have the greatest song ever written."

Jonny walked across the room to where Chris now stood.

"I'm worried about you," he said, touching his arm.

Chris clenched his teeth in anger and shoved Jonny hard.

Jonny flew across the floor and landed against the wall.

Guy and Will ran to him and helped him up.

"Come on," Will said, "Let's get the hell out of here."

 

 

 

Night

 

 

 

Jonny was sitting at the bar of the club that he, Chris, Will, Guy, and many others were at in celebration of his birthday. Most of the people in the club were crowded around him; basically everyone except Chris.

 

Chris was sitting at a table in the back corner, still working on writing. The paper had remained blank throughout the entire day, even though Chris never stopped trying to write. He could never quite phrase things the way he felt accurately portrayed his feelings. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and start over fresh. The hardest part was figuring out how to start it all. He thought once it had a beginning, the rest might come easier. Once again he looked down at the paper, struggling to find the words.

 

He finally decided to just write the first thing he thought of. Maybe it wouldn't sound so silly written out. He scribbled a few sentences on the paper, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking up to him. Guy had wandered away from the crowd, and now stood next to Chris.

 

"What are you doing? Stop being such a loner, come join the party! Jonny's looking for you." Chris continued writing, despite the fact that he thought it was complete rubbish, and Guy began to read over his shoulder. "Oh... you're gonna tell him, are you?"

 

"Yeah, I'm trying to write a letter. The words... none of them sound right, you know? Not good enough."

 

"Don't freak out about it. Listen," Guy said, taking the seat next to Chris. "I see you two together all the time. It's obvious that you mean a lot to each other, and... well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that he's probably in love with you, too. And if he is, he's not really gonna care as long as you tell him, right?"

 

"Should I just, like, write 'I love you' or something?"

 

"Maybe a little bit more than that, but yeah. Simplicity is best." Chris stared at the paper, rereading the horrible letter he'd written.

 

"Do you really think he's in love with me?" he quietly asked.

 

"If he's not, then you can hit me or something."

 

"Very reassuring," Chris sarcastically replied.

 

"You'll do fine," Guy said, placing a hand on Chris' shoulder. He then stood up and began to walk back to the crowd of people.

 

"Hey, Guy?"

 

"Yeah?" Guy said, turning around.

 

"Could you get me another sheet of paper?"

 

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Most of the partygoers were now drunk and stumbling around in a manner that was supposed to resemble dancing. Jonny was still sitting at the bar, though, as he was not yet drunk enough to make a fool of himself.

 

Chris had finally managed to produce a note that he felt was acceptable, though he had fussed over it for ages, even taking nearly ten minutes to make sure it was creased properly. He held the folded piece of paper tightly in his hand, which was a bit sweaty and unsteady, as he dodged the drunken dancers, slowly making his way to the bar. Jonny was sitting by himself, though he appeared to be content with that. Chris had always admired Jonny's shyness, perhaps because he put his own life out in public far more than he should at times. The ability to hide away from the people around you, even when they were there to see you, was something Chris never had.

 

He walked up next to Jonny, and took a deep breath before lightly tapping him on the shoulder.

 

"Oh, hey Chris!" Jonny smiled. "It's about time you showed your face."

 

"Happy birthday," Chris said as he slid his hand, note included, into Jonny's. He made sure to give it a squeeze before he let go and walked away.

 

It was done. He had given the note to Jonny, and now all he could do was just wait. Strangely, it wasn't much more nerve-wracking than releasing an album. That wasn't necessarily a good thing, though.

 

Panic set in as Chris continued to walk back to the dark corner he'd been occupying the entire night. He made it about halfway, when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

 

"Chris, wait!" Jonny yelled. His voice had a slightly annoyed tone at first, but he quickly switched to a more gentle approach. "Since when?"

 

"Remember the first time I talked to you?"

 

"Of course."

 

"About two minutes before that," Chris said. Jonny gazed off into the distance, and Chris began to nervously laugh. "Guy thinks you're in love with me, too, isn't that crazy?"

 

"It would have been if you said that to me yesterday," Jonny replied.

 

"And today?" Jonny leaned forward a bit, momentarily hesitating before he finally allowed his lips to meet Chris'. "Oh," he giddily sighed.

 

"If you hadn't told me, I'd have never... well, I'd have never done that," Jonny laughed, "but I don't think I'd have realised that I'm in love with you, too."

 

"I should have told you sooner, huh?"

 

"The past is the past. All that matters now is the future."

 

"Jonny," Chris said, grabbing Jonny's hand and pulling it to his chest. "You're my future."

 

 

:cheesy:

The Offer

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

Later that night Chris sat by himself alone in the studio looking over the world's most perfect song.

It was everything he wanted it to be and more.

No one would ever write a better song.

He didn't so much care whether the song would make him richer or more famous.

He just wanted the personal satisfaction of having written the greatest song ever.

"I don't really miss having a heart that much," he thought to himself.

But something in his soul still seemed unsettled.

A shiver ran down his spine.

"Weird," he said to himself.

 

Jonny was tired.

He sat rubbing his eyes.

Yesterday at this time, his life was complete.

He had a girl that he thought he loved who he thought loved him.

He had a job that he cherished.

He had long-time friends that he loved.

And he had Chris.

Chris was his backbone, his rock.

Everything seemed better when Chris was around with a stupid joke or a pat on the back or a sweet smile.

Now...all of that was gone.

And Chris had crushed him with the way he treated him.

The pain inside Jonny was just too much to bear.

How much his entire life had changed in less than twelve hours.

Then he weighed his options.

"Razor blades are no good," he thought, "It really doesn't do any good unless you cut down the vein, not across it. And it still takes too long."

He shook his head.

"I don't have any pills, so that option is out."

He sighed a deep sigh.

Jonny stood up and put on his jacket and hat.

He walked out of his apartment without looking back or even closing the door.

It was late at night and traffic was sparse.

"Damn," he thought, "I can't wait until morning."

Just then the lights of a small truck came into view.

Jonny smiled and walked into the middle of the street.

He closed his eyes and waited.

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

"It looks doubtful that we can save him," the doctor was saying to Guy when Will came running into the emergency room.

"But why?" Guy asked, "I thought you doctors could do anything with all the advancements."

"There is just so much damage. We might be able to repair the organs if we had time...but he's just lost so much blood."

"Give him more," Will said, "Can't you do that?"

"We've given him all we have of his particular type," the doctor said, "We have expended the supply."

"What if we could find a donor?" Will asked.

"That might help. But it would need to be fast."

Will and Guy looked at each other.

They knew where to find a donor.

Many years ago they had all undergone an entire in depth physical for insurance purposes for the record company.

Chris and Jonny were the same blood type.

That fact had led to endless jokes and puns because of their already famously close relationship.

"We have a possibility," Will told the doctor.

"Try to get the donor here as soon as possible," he said.

 

Chris was pacing around the studio wildly, like a caged animal.

Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

But he had no idea what it was.

Everything should have been great.

Nothing was.

"Well," Lucifer said, appearing in his usual seat, "Something seems to be amiss."

"What's going on?" Chris asked, "You were supposed to take my heart for the song."

"Oh, but I did," Lucifer said.

"Then what is this bizarre feeling I have?" Chris asked.

"Why that's called l-o-v-e.....love," Lucifer said.

Chris shook his head.

"How can I feel love or anything without a heart?"

Lucifer laughed loudly.

"You are such a simple minded boy," he said, "Don't you know that love is like an octopus? It has many different ways of getting to you. The heart is just one of them."

"Then I've gained nothing....and lost everything.." Chris said quietly.

"I'm afraid so," Lucifer said, shaking his head.

Chris looked at him.

"Is there any way out of this arrangement?" he asked.

"I have to take the song back," Lucifer told him.

"I don't care," Chris said.

"Then your whole life will have been a waste. You will never have the satisfaction you so deeply crave."

"Fuck satisfaction," Chris said.

 

 

 

The Offer

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Chris sat holding Jonny's hand.

He had told him for the hundredth time how sorry he was.

The doctor's didn't know if the transfusion from Chris would be enough to save Jonny.

Now, they just all had to wait.

And Chris hated to wait.

He just stared at Jonny's pale bruised face and tried to will him to open his eyes.

Chris hated the sound of all the machines.

He hated all the little beeps and sputters and weird hissing noises they made as they worked to keep his best friend alive.

Chris talked to Jonny about everything and anything that he could think of.

He smoothed down a lock of hair that refused to behave.

He laid his ear against Jonny's chest just to reassure himself that he his heart was still beating and it wasn't just the machines.

"Please come back to me," Chris thought over and over.

"Tell him how you feel," a voice said from behind Chris.

Chris looked around.

He knew it was an angel as soon as he saw the little boy all dressed in white.

Chris shook his head.

"First Lucifer...now you....is this Heaven and Hell week or something?" Chris asked.

The boy laughed.

"Everyone has these trials," he said, "It's just your week. Next week, we will be testing someone else."

Chris looked back at Jonny.

"Will he die?" he asked.

"I don't know," the boy angel said.

"Then why are you here?" Chris asked.

"To tell you that whether he dies or not is out of your control. But at least you should tell him that you love him. He deserves to know that."

Chris wiped away a few tears.

"Will he hear me?"

"Yes," the boy angel said.

"If he dies will he go to heaven?" Chris asked.

"Yes," the boy said, "That's why I am here."

Chris reached over and gently touched Jonny's face.

"I love you, Jonny," he said, as the tears fell down his face freely.

The boy angel smiled.

"That's good," he said, "The rest isn't up to us. But at least now he knows."

 

The End

 

 

More G/F.

 

Scotland

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Guy turned over and opened one eye.

He listened closely and a slow smile crept across his face.

He slipped a hand under his head and yawned as he listened.

Suddenly the pleasant interlude was interrupted by a very loud curse word.

Guy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He walked to the door of the bathroom and looked in.

"Problem?" he asked.

Fab was standing at the mirror, wrapped in a towel and shaving.

He looked up into the mirror and saw Guy's reflection.

"Hey," he said, "Sorry about that."

Guy walked over and put his arms around his waist, smelling his freshly washed hair.

"There was such lovely singing when I woke up," he told him.

Fab blushed.

"You heard that?" he asked, obviously very embarrassed.

"Yes," Guy said, nuzzling him on the neck.

"And then this curse word...what happened?" he asked.

"I cut myself shaving," he said.

"Let me see," Guy said, examining his cheek.

"It doesn't look too bad," he said.

"It isn't. I just wanted to look my best today. But I'm so nervous I can't finish shaving."

Guy smiled at him.

"There's no reason to be nervous, luv," he said, "You have met all these people before."

"I know," Fab said, "But that was different. Now we are here...in Scotland and...I don't know..I'm just nervous as hell."

"Poor baby," Guy said, "Why don't you let me help you?"

He reached onto the shelf by the sink and found the shaving cream.

He gently spread the white foam across Fab's face and neck.

"Careful with that thing," Fab told him, when Guy picked up the straight razor.

"Don't worry," Guy said, "I wouldn't harm this beautiful face."

Fab closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cold steel against his hot skin.

Guy smoothly ran the blade down his cheeks and carefully crossed his chin.

His strokes were smooth and even as if he had done this a thousand times before.

He was finished in no time.

"There," Guy said, standing back a little to admire his work.

Fab checked himself over in the mirror.

"You do good work," he told Guy.

"I was inspired," Guy said with a wink.

 

 

 

 

Sorry it took so long. I didnt have my computer for awhile and I have been busy with school. Blah, blah. Excuses, excuses. Here ya go....

 

 

Love Today

 

Chapter 3, Part 1

 

 

 

Jonny PoV

 

At the moment I was on my way to tell Guy and Will about my wonderful news. I told Chris first, of course he was my best friend. His reaction surprised me a little. First he expressed shock, but that was to be expected. Afterward though his excitement and happiness seemed to be strained. I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. No, it must be my imagination.

 

I finally made it to the Bakery where Guy and Will were. I walked in with a huge smile on my face.

 

“Hey, Jon.” Guy said. Neither him nor Will looked up from the TV. I waited.

 

“Is there something you want?” Will asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up.

 

“Yeah, whats with the goofy grin?” Guy added. I wasn't sure how to say it without sounding cheesy, so I decided to just come out and say it like I did with Chris.

 

“I am going to tell Ali that I love her!”It still sounded cheesy, but I didn't care, The initial shock on their faces soon transitioned into happiness.

 

“Hey. That's great!” Will said; patting my back. Guy nodded in agreement but looked at me curiously.

 

“Have you, uh told Chris?” Guy asked. I nodded.

 

“Yeah, I just left his place.” There was now a worried look on his face. I couldn't understand why.

 

“We should celebrate!” Will suggested. “Where should we go?” I shrugged.

 

“When you decide, call me. I need to go somewhere.” Guy said suddenly, grabbing his coat and key and headed for the door. I was going to ask where he was headed but before I could open my mouth he was gone. What was wrong with everybody today? I felt as if I was missing something, something obvious.

 

“I wonder whats with Guy.” I said, sitting down. Will simply shrugged.

 

“You know Guy and his mood swings.” Yeah, I knew. I decided to just let it go, for now.

 

 

 

Chapter 3, Part 2

 

 

 

 

Chris PoV

 

My heart was beating much too fast in my chest. I am hallucinating, I have gone mad. I thought. I was completely terrified, I couldn't move. I swallowed hard, I opened my mouth to speak but I was still unable to move, even my lips. He, my hallucination smiled at me. I believe it was for encouragement but there was something sinister in the smile that made my heart stop. What should I do? I thought. Maybe I should just ignore him. Talking to something that isn't really there will only prove that I am insane. I decided to try and ignore...Myself so I rolled over onto my stomach and brought the blankets over my head, I shut my eyes tightly. Several silent moments past, I wanted to look to see if I was still there. I slowly moved the blankets down to uncover my face. My heart sunk and a sense of total dread filled my body. I was still there, he was still there. He looked at me with an amused expression.

 

“Trying to ignore me until I go away?” I just stared, unable to reply in any way, my body was frozen. “I hate to break it to you but,” He said moving toward me and whispered in my ear. “I'm not going away.” I got up quickly and ran to the toilet and vomited once again, but this time it was out of pure terror. After I was done, I stood up and locked the bathroom door. I felt no safer and was afraid as ever. I just stared at the door unable to comprehend what was happening. I heard a chuckle from behind me, my chuckle. I turned around slowly, I was face to face once again with myself.

 

“You can't get rid of me by locking yourself in the bathroom.” He said looking very entertained.

 

“Then what will get rid of you?” I snapped and immediately regretted it. He smiled widely at my response.

 

“Nothing. Nothing will get rid of me.” I felt like crying and screaming. I felt completely helpless and lost. I fumbled with the lock on the door, trying desperately to get out of this small space. I walked toward my bed planning to hide under the blankets and pretend that I wasn't completely mad. I stopped short. He was there on my bed smiling wickedly. There must be something I can do, anything! I can't deal with this now. I decided to try and figure out why he was here in the first place.

 

“Why are you here?” I asked angrily. He shrugged, unconcerned. I was growing more and more angry. I didn't need this. I was already broken and miserable, why must I be tortured further? “You have to know!”

 

“Well, I didn't just appear for no reason. Something drastic had to have happened, something must be broken.” He looked up at me, waiting. I thought for a moment. broken? Then it clicked. I'm broken. I snapped, I am hallucinating and can no longer tell reality from fiction. I really have gone insane. I felt tears stream down my face. Before I had time to do anything there was a knock on the door.

 

“Chris, it's Guy, open the door.” I wiped the tears away and went to the door. I placed an unconvincing smile on my face.

 

“Hey Gu-”

 

“Chris are you okay?” Guy interrupted urgently. My eyes flickered toward him and then back to Guy.

 

“Yeah, I am fine. Why wouldn't I be?” I said, trying to sound as carefree as possible. Guy eyed me suspiciously.

 

“Jonny told us his, uh news. I just wanted to see if you are okay.” My expression faltered. Does he know? I thought, my heart beating faster. How can he? I was so careful. I quickly recomposed my expression.

 

“Of course I am okay! I am so happy for Jonny.”

 

“Don't lie to me Chris. I know you are in love with Jonny.” He said gently. My heart was now completely out of control. No! How does he know?

 

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I said coolly. Guy walked past me and looked up waiting. He does know. I hung my head. “How long have you known?”

 

“A couple weeks.” He said, clearly relieved that I was being open with him.

 

“How?” I whispered.

 

“When you and me got drunk, remember?” I thought back. I vaguely remember waking up with a hangover and completely clueless of what happened the night before. I nodded. “Anyway, you said to me; something along the lines 'I love Jonny so much its pathetic, but he will never think of me in that way.' and then you mumbled something like 'I don't deserve him anyway.' and then you passed out. I exhaled loudly

 

“Why didn't you say anything?” He shrugged.

 

“I don't know. It was a secret that you try very hard to keep and I felt bad knowing it, when you obviously don't want anyone to know.” I nodded, understanding. I wanted to ask him something, something important but I was afraid of his answer. I took a deep breath.

 

“Well, uh what do you think?” I said swallowing hard. He thought for a moment.

 

“I think that you love who you love and that you should tell Jonny.” I did a double take, I wasn't expecting that answer.

 

“W-what?” I said astonished. “You want me to tell him? Why?”

 

“You look awful, you can't continue to live like this! And Jon loves you back.”

 

“He doesn't.” I said glumly. “He loves Alicia.” I said her name like it was the plague.

 

“So he says.” I looked up confused.

 

“You don't believe him?”

 

“No, I think he thinks he loves her. If that makes sense. He loves you.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Tell him.”

 

“What if he doesn't love you? What if Guy is wrong?” I stiffened. I nearly forgot about my insanity. I was only able to deal with one crisis at a time. Guy noticed the difference in my posture.

 

“What's wrong?” I turned and looked at my personal hell.

 

“Don't tell him! He'll have you committed! He said angrily. I ignored him.

 

“Everything is wrong Guy, I have gone mad.”

 

 

Scotland

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

"My but you look wonderful," the little lady said, turning Guy's face from one side to the other.

"And you," she said, pointing at Fab, "I suppose you are responsible for that healthy glow he has."

"Stop embarrassing him," Guy told her, as he hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"What's to be embarrassed about?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"It's the truth ain't it?"

Fab looked at Guy and blushed.

"Yes," Guy said, "It's the truth."

"Then get in here and sit down," she directed.

They followed her into the kitchen of the small house.

It was warm and inviting after the misty chill of the morning.

"Here you go," she said, placing two small glasses of whiskey on the table in front of them.

Guy picked his up and swirled it around before swallowing the contents in one gulp.

"Ha, good boy," she said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Fab just sat looking at his glass.

"Something wrong with it?" She asked.

Fab looked at her with big nervous eyes.

"No ma'am," he said, "It's just a little early for whiskey."

"Pshaw," she said, "It's past 10 o'clock."

Guy laughed at Fab's obvious discomfort.

"He's not used to that," Guy told her.

"That right," she said, "I forgot...he's one of those lilly-livered Americans."

"Not anymore, remember. I told you. He got his British citizenship."

"Then he needs to learn how to drink like a Scot," she said.

"That's something you never had trouble with," she added.

She turned back to check the food that was cooking in the oven.

Guy reached over, took Fab's glass and swallowed the whiskey, winking at him.

"Food's almost done," she said.

Then she noticed Fab's empty glass.

"There is hope for you," she said, "Did that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Fab lied to her.

"What are we having for lunch?" Guy asked her.

She gave him a big smile.

"Haggis, of course," she told him.

"Isn't that...." Fab asked.

"Yep," she said, "Sheep intestines."

Fab looked a little pale.

Guy reached across the table and took his hand.

"It's really quite good," he said, "Just don't think about what it is."

 

 

Cold Games

 

THREE

 

 

“Jon... I'll kill him!” Guy yelled, storming past Will.

 

“Wait, Guy! Don't you think this is just as much her fault?”

 

“I can't kill her, though, she's pregnant,” Guy said in a resentful tone.

 

“And you can't kill Jonny, he's one of your best friends.”

 

“But he... slept with my girlfriend.”

 

“Well,” Will began, “I don't know that they actually slept together, but I did see them once having dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown.”

 

“That's bad enough.” Guy opened the door, and walked outside. Waiting patiently on the bench just outside the entrance was a woman with curly blond hair and bright green eyes. “Sierra?”

 

“Guy! I was waiting for you,” she smiled.

 

“Don't smile at me,” Guy snapped.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“I know what you did... or who, rather.”

 

“What are you talking about?” she asked in a panicked tone.

 

“I know you cheated on me!”

 

“No, it meant nothing, I swear! Chris and I, we were just-”

 

“Chris?” Guy asked, and Sierra's face fell.

 

“That's not... Who were you talking about?”

 

“Jonny. You slept with Chris?” he asked, disgustedly.

 

“It was only once... and a second time. But after that, it didn't happen again.” Guy walked away, and Sierra followed him with her eyes. “Where are you going?”

 

“I was gonna kill Jonny,” Guy said, turning around. “But now I've got to go kill Chris, too.”

__________________________________________________

 

“I... can't believe...” Jonny walked around the arm of the couch and took a seat. Chris sat down next to him, and warmly placed a hand on Jonny's shoulder.

 

“I'm sorry, man. If I had known, I wouldn't have done it.”

 

“But you knew about her and Guy.”

 

“Actually, I slept with her before they got together. But I only did it 'cause... 'cause...”

 

“Because what?” Jonny asked, looking up at Chris.

 

“Well, I mean, the first time I was a bit drunk, and I had no clue what I was doing. And the second time I... well, I was just looking for a distraction.”

 

“Distraction? From what?” Chris looked away from Jonny, turning his head to the floor.

 

“A very special person. Someone who I didn't think I could ever have, so I just... slept with Sierra instead.” Jonny's eyes carefully surveyed every feature of Chris' face.

 

“Who?” he asked in a whisper. Chris' gaze moved to Jonny, and he opened his mouth to speak. As he did so, however, Guy burst through the door.

 

“Bastards!” he yelled, paying no attention to the fact that it was two in the morning. “Both of you! I'll kill you.”

 

“You found out?” Jonny asked.

 

“Of course I found out! And now you're gonna die, both of you.”

 

“No, don't hurt Jonny!” Chris exclaimed, hopping to his feet. “He didn't sleep with her, I did.”

 

“But he was dating her.”

 

“Before you were dating her. And actually, I slept with her before you were dating her, too.” Guy's expression softened a bit, and he unclenched his fists.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah, I promise.”

 

“It could be yours...” Guy muttered. “The baby could be yours...”

 

“It's probably yours, though,” Chris reassured him, stepping forward and patting him on the shoulder. Though he appeared to have calmed down, Guy suddenly snapped and tightly gripped his hands around Chris' throat.

 

The Daily Coldplayer

PART THREE

 

 

 

Chris began to sip the boiling hot coffee that Phil had passed to him. It was burning his tongue but being an editor he knew that he had to be boss and running round like a little girl was not what his idea of a boss was like.

"So..." Jonny said, looking up at Chris.

Guy, Phil and Will also looked up at the editor, waiting for something to come out of his fairly chapped lips.

"Yes?" Chris asked, finally giving into his cup of coffee by putting it down and getting as far away from it as possible.

"What are we writing about?" Jonny asked.

Chris looked puzzled before uttering, "Anything my dear boy, in fact, as chief writer, you should be out looking for stories!"

"Stories? What kind of stories?"Jonny asked, gritting his teeth.

"You know, cat stuck in a tree, that kind of thing!" Chris replied, winking.

"I don't mean to sound rude Chris..".

Chris butted in. "I am Mr Martin"

"Okay, Mr Martin but, isn't that sort of stuff boring?"

"Boring? The whole world is boring, you have to make it more interesting!" Chris replied, getting up from his creeky chair.

"How?" Jonny asked, staring at Chris' flaming red, hot tongue.

"Well instead of 'Cat stuck in a tree', the headline could say 'Un-identified flying animal found hanging in secret military base" Chris chuckled.

"Oh, your not serious!" Jonny said, staring blankly at Chris.

"Of course I am! Now get to work, take Guy with you oh and, could you get me 32 bottles of water?"

 

 

Scotland

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

"Close your eyes," Guy said.

"Why? "Fab asked suspiciously.

"Because I have dessert for you," he explained.

"I don't think so," Fab told him, "Not after all the unusual things I have had to eat today."

Guy laughed.

"I promise that you will like this," he told him.

Fab eyed him with a disbelieving look.

"Don't you trust me?" Guy asked, giving him his best sad face.

"Okay," Fab said, closing his eyes and grimacing.

"That doesn't look like trust to me,"Guy told him, "That looks like fear."

Fab sighed heavily and relaxed his face.

"That's better," Guy said, "Open you mouth."

He did as instructed and Guy slipped a small piece of shortbread between his lips.

To Fab's surprise, the cookie tasted wonderful.

"That's delicious," he said.

"I told you so," Guy said, "Not everything here is weird or scary."

"Have you got any more of that?" Fab asked.

"Lots," Guy said.

"We should take some home with us."

"I see...now you have found something Scottish that you like."

Fab looked at him with a lustful gaze.

"I found something Scottish I liked a long time ago," he said.

"Really?" Guy asked.

"Yep. Something more fiery than whiskey, spicier than that one dish we had and sweeter than this cookie."

"Sounds like a volatile combination," Guy said.

"Yes," Fab said, sliding one hand behind Guy's neck and moving closer to him.

"I'm so glad that we are here," Guy told him, "I always wanted to show you and the kids this place that I love so much."

"I am happy to be here," Fab said, "To know and experience the things that are so much a part of you."

"You are a wonderful man," Guy said.

"You make me that way,"Fab told him.

"You might not think that tomorrow," Guy joked.

"Ah, yes, the hike....along the West Highland Way. I'm looking forward to it."

"Brave soul you are," Guy said.

 

 

 

Here is a short C/J story because I am bored.

 

 

Communication

 

 

 

Chris was bored on the first day of school.

He looked around the room at all the other kids in his kindergarten class.

"What a bunch of losers" he thought.

Then a shy little boy in the back of the room caught his eye.

"He doesn't look so bad," Chris thought.

Suddenly, the other little boy looked up while Chris was looking at him.

Chris smiled at him.

The little boy smiled back, shyly and then looked down at his paper again.

Chris took out his crayons and a sheet of paper from his writing tablet.

He wrote: "My name is Chris. Would you like to be my friend?"

Then he waited as the other kids passed the note back to the shy boy at the back of the room.

Chris stole a glance at the boy as he opened the note.

The boy took out his crayon and started writing an answer.

It seemed like it took forever for the note to find its' way back to Chris.

He opened it out of sight of the teacher.

The boy had written: My name is Jonny. I am shy. I would like very much to be your friend."

 

 

Six years later Chris was running down the hall of the school to his locker.

He was late for school as usual.

It wasn't his fault that he was late.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

He dropped into his seat in class seconds before the tardy bell rang.

He took out his book and pencils as the teacher began to drone on about the lesson plan for the day.

Chris wasn't listening.

He was drawing doodles on the paper as usual.

He shifted in his seat and turned just a little to the left.

From that angle he could see Jonny's seat at the back of the room.

Jonny was paying close attention to everything the teacher was saying.

Or at least that is how it looked to the casual observer.

Someone tapped Chris on the shoulder.

Chris let his hand drop down and back until it came into contact with the note.

He waited until the teacher turned her back to open the paper.

Jonny had written: "I don't understand any of this stuff. I need help. My house..after school."

Chris answered by drawing a smiley face on the note and passing it back.

 

 

Five years later Chris was sitting in class at prep school.

He hated the place.

It was too far from home.

He looked around the room at all the snobby-faced kids that he shared the class with.

None of them wore caps.

None of them were shy.

None of them were Jonny.

As soon as class was over he ran back to his room.

He was hoping for mail.

He was hoping for a letter from Jonny telling him if they would be able to spend any time writing music together during the upcoming holiday.

As soon as he opened the door to his room he saw the familiar envelope lying on his bed.

Chris pounced on it and ripped it open.

It was the same letter that he had written to Jonny.

Underneath his letter, Jonny had written: "See you Saturday."

Chris slipped the letter back into the torn envelope and put it carefully under his pillow.

 

 

Four years later Chris was hurrying down the street back to his dorm at the college.

He couldn't wait to tell Jonny the good news.

He had managed to get them a gig at a local bar.

Sure, it wasn't much but it was something.

Jonny wasn't in his room.

His roommate told Chris that he was at the library studying for an exam.

Chris didn't have time to wait and he didn't have time to go look for him.

He had to go to class himself.

He scribbled a quick note on the back of a take-out menu and left it lying on Jonny's bed.

He wrote: "You, me, Saturday night."

When he opened the door to his room after his last class, the take-out menu was on the floor.

Jonny had slipped it under his door.

Beside Chris' message, Jonny had written: "Excellent plan."

 

 

Ten years later, Chris sat in the studio.

He had been trying to write this note to Jonny for two hours.

Nothing seemed right.

There was a large pile of rejected papers on the floor.

Finally he settled on the simplest message possible.

He wrote: "I love you."

He sealed the note in an envelope and slid it inside Jonny's guitar case.

Then he paced around the studio wandering if he had done the right thing.

He sat down at the piano.

Playing the piano always helped to calm his nerves.

Just then the door opened and Jonny came strolling in.

Chris watched as Jonny walked to his guitar case.

He didn't want to seem too obvious so he opened the lid of the piano.

A note lay on the keys.

Chris picked it up.

Jonny had written: "I love you."

Chris could hardly believe his eyes.

He jumped up from the bench and turned around to look at Jonny.

Their eyes met as they both held their alike notes in their hands.

"Really?" Jonny asked.

"Yes," Chris said.

"Me too," Jonny said.

 

 

 

Scotland

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

"But I don't want to stay here," Catherine said.

"Aren't you having fun playing with your cousins?" Guy asked.

"Yes," she said, "But I want to go with you."

"We are going on a hike," Fab told her, "It isn't going to be much fun."

"Then why are you going if it isn't going to be fun?" she asked.

"Well it is fun for grown-ups," Guy told her.

She wrinkled up her nose at him.

"I think I better stay here then," she said, "Grown-ups are kind of boring."

Fab shook his head.

He kissed her on the cheek.

"We will be back in a couple of days," he said, "Then we will go to the beach like we promised."

"Okay," she said, "I'll make sure Matthew behaves."

Guy winked at her.

"Who is going to make sure you behave?" he asked.

"Good night," Catherine said, turning over and hugging her doll.

 

Guy was awakened in the middle of the night by a slight tugging on his arm.

He opened his eyes to see Catherine looking at him.

Just then he saw a flash of lightning followed by a low roll of thunder.

"What are you doing here?" he asked Catherine.

"I'm scared," she whispered loudly.

"The storm?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Come on up here," he told her.

She smiled brightly at him and climbed up on the bed.

She crawled across him and snuggled down between him and Fab.

In the process she accidentally kicked Fab in the back.

He turned over and looked at Catherine, who was already asleep.

"Picking up girls again, are you?" he asked Guy.

"I just couldn't resist this one," Guy said.

"She is a beauty," Fab agreed.

"She hasn't done this in along time," Guy said.

"Probably because she is in a strange place," Fab said.

"I kind of miss it," Guy told him.

"She's growing up fast," Fab said.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Hiking the West Highland Way takes seven days if one does it from start to finish.

It also takes alot of patience and stamina.

Guy and Fab had neither so they opted to start the trek at a small village called Crianlarich.

Just a little way out of the village the trail passes through Blackmount Forrest.

"I had no idea there were places like this here," Fab said, looking around at the magnificent forest of trees.

"Are you tired yet? Guy asked.

"Exhausted," Fab admitted.

"Good," Guy said, smiling at him, "We have just started. Now maybe you won't scoff at me for all that jogging I do."

Eventually they cleared the forest area and came upon Rannock Moor.

This is the largest area of uninhabited wilderness in the entire United Kingdom.

At this time of the year the entire area was filled with large fields of heather.

The plant was full of its purplish-pink blooms at this time of the year.

“My God,” Fab said.

The brilliant blooms stretched as far as they could see.

“I told you it was beautiful,” Guy said.

“I’m surprised you ever left this place,”Fab told him.

“Let’s rest here,” Guy said, shrugging out of his backpack.

They dug out their water bottles and sat among the plants.

“It is so quiet here, “Fab told him, “I don’t hear anything but a few birds and the sound of the breeze.”

Fab laid down and looked up at the sky.

“Such a gorgeous clear blue,” he said in amazement.

Guy leaned down and kissed him.

“Thank you for being here,” he said.

They lay in the heather, kissing and touching and mumbling silly little words to each other.

They lay there until it started to rain lightly on them.

“Shit, where did that come from?” Fab asked.

“Happens all the time,” Guy told him, “Little rainstorms and showers.”

“I’m not moving,” Fab said, as Guy started to get up.

“You are going to get soaked,” Guy warned him.

“I don’t care,” Fab said, grabbing Guy’s shirt and pulling him back to him.

“You’ll care later,” Guy said.

“Later is for later,” Fab told him, “Right now I just want to lie here in this beautiful spot and kiss you.”