Modern Love

Chapter 18

 

 

 

 

Jonny walked into the back door of his mom's house.

"Who's car is that outside?" he asked her, as he reached into the cabinet for a glass.

"It's mine," Guy said, walking into the kitchen from the hall.

Jonny dropped the glass and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

He stared at Guy.

"Here, let me clean that up," his mom said, pushing Jonny to the side.

"What are you doing here?" Jonny asked, still staring at Guy.

"I hadn't heard from you in awhile and I got worried," Guy told him.

"I'm fine," Jonny said.

"And then I talked to Will," Guy said, quietly.

Jonny's face went pale.

"You...you talked to Will?' he said.

Guy just smiled and nodded.

Jonny wanted to crawl inside a dark corner.

He was just that embarrassed.

"And then after that I thought perhaps you and I should talk. I didn't know when you were coming home and I didn't want to wait."

"Ah," Jonny ran a hand across his face.

His mother looked at him.

"Go talk to him," she said.

"Okay," Jonny told him, "Let's go for a walk."

 

They walked for a few minutes and neither of them said anything.

Finally, they started to talk and then they both started at once.

Then they both laughed.

"God, I am nervous," Jonny said.

Guy caught a hold of his arm and they stopped walking.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"I really want to kiss you," Guy said, "Any objections?'

Jonny looked around.

"No," he said.

Guy reached out, grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close.

They closed their eyes and their lips touched briefly.

The world stopped and yet it spun wildly at the same time.

"Wow.." Jonny said, quietly, "Just wow."

 

 

Modern Love

Chapter 19

 

 

 

They were lying in the sun in the middle of a grassy field.

Jonny was watching the birds flying and Guy was marveling at the amazing cloud shapes.

"So, what do we do now?" Jonny asked.

Guy turned on his side to look at him.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

Jonny looked at him.

"I want to spend every moment with you."

Guy smiled.

"So, you want to go ahead with this thing and have a real relationship?" Guy asked.

"Yes, very much. If that's what you want."

"I've wanted that for a long time," Guy said.

"I don't understand," Jonny said, shaking his head, "You can have any girl you want."

Guy smiled and tickled Jonny on the nose with a long strand of grass.

"I don't want any girls, Jonny. I want you."

"But why?" Jonny asked.

"I don't know, honestly," Guy said, "I never liked a guy before. But you...you are just so sweet and gentle and kind. And you play that guitar with such passion. And your eyes are the loveliest shade of green."

Jonny was smiling brightly as he listened to Guy talk.

"You know, I never thought of you that way," Jonny said, "Until those days when you were gone. I never felt such a deep sense of loss in my life. Then I knew that there was something else going on with us."

"Something very special," Guy said, with a wink.

"Yes," Jonny agreed, "Very special indeed."

 

The End

 

 

My Last Chance

Part 1

 

 

Christopher's POV

 

Furniture. It all started with furniture. That's how it always starts, isn't it? Whether it's a sofa- or couch, if you prefer- arm chair, not-arm chair, table of various sorts, or even maybe a bean bag chair, it all seems to revolve around them. Life, that is. Life revolves around furniture. And let's not forget beds. Life is even created in beds, you know.

 

So we weren't sitting in a bed, but we were sitting on a bench, which at least starts with the same first two letters. Jonathan and I, sitting on a bench, conversing. That's how it started. What does it have to do with furniture? Well, if we hadn't been sitting on a bench, we'd have been sitting in the grass, and maybe then things would have gone differently.

 

But that didn't happen. This, on the other hand, did. Bench-sitting, and talking. In a park, where it was beautiful, with lots of trees surrounding us. Jonny always liked trees, for some reason. That's why we spent so much time there. I'm not sure how relevant that is, though, so I think I'll stop being boring and start telling the story.

 

"Is it true?" Jonny asked, quite out of the blue. I looked at him in mild surprise, before mindlessly mimicking his vague question.

 

"Is it true?"

 

"Is it true that you... I don't know," he sighed.

 

"If you don't know, why are you asking?"

 

"Um... no reason." He looked up to his right, trying to find something of interest in the sky or a tree so that he could escape from the awkward position he'd placed himself in. It wasn't going to work, though.

 

"I can tell you want an answer. What's so embarrassing about whatever question you had that you can't even ask it? Especially if it's something about me?"

 

"If I told you what was so embarrassing, then I might as well just ask the bloody question."

 

"Then ask it!"

 

"I can't."

 

"Because...?"

 

"Because... I'm not sure I want to know the answer."

 

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'll give you the answer, and you don't even have to ask the question. Only on Thursdays. Does that satisfy you?"

 

"That's a very... sad... answer... I think... for me."

 

"What makes it sad?"

 

"Just one day of the week?"

 

"Yes, just Thursdays, though the occasional Tuesday does pop in there every now and then. Of course, this would all make much more sense if I knew what we were talking about."

 

"We're talking about... things... that involve... other things."

 

"Oh! I get it now."

 

"Really?" he asked in slight disbelief.

 

"No. Why... How would I get whatever you're talking about from that? That's like me saying... I don't know, 'Jon, remember that one night of that year, where we talked about that one thing and it was funny, even though that thing that actually happened was not so funny?' If I said that, you wouldn't know what I was talking about, would you?"

 

"Actually, I do remember that. Poor Guy."

 

"It was Guy? I thought it was Will."

 

"No, it was Guy. I remember because I'd been... oh." He quickly turned his head, this time searching the ground for a spot of interest.

 

"Oh?"

 

"It actually had something to do with all of this."

 

"All of what?" His vague and deflecting answers were starting to annoy me just a tad bit.

 

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Which would be so counterproductive."

 

"Ah, see, there's at least a little bit of information. So, this topic we're discussing has something to do with me needing to be alive, yeah?"

 

"Very much so."

 

"Does it also have to do with you being alive?"

 

"I would think yes."

 

"Does it have to do with us being alive together?"

 

"T-together?" His eyes denoted a tiny sense of panic, it seemed. Confusing, yes, but I was at least getting some answers.

 

"We both have to be alive at the same time, that sort of thing."

 

And somehow with a straight face he replied, "Unless you're into necrophilia. Or unless I am... but I'm not." Then he twisted his face in an expression of slight disgust. "You're not either, right?"

 

"No." He breathed a sigh of what appeared to be relief.

 

"That's good."

 

"What does dead-people sex have to do with this?"

 

"No, we've just established that it has nothing to do with this, remember?"

 

"... You've lost me." Though he didn't really look all that jolly at the time, any ounce of happiness he did have seemed to fade away. All that was left was a sad looking 32-year-old man. It was really, well, sad.

 

"That's what I'm afraid of."

 

 

 

 

 

wow.... that's a lot of writing. :surprised:

If Only You Knew

PART TEN

 

 

 

 

"You may go in now Mrs Buckland" the nurse said, showing Anna to the doctor's room. Anna smiled as she entered.

"Hello, Mrs Buckland, please sit down!" The doctor said, looking up at her from his seat. Anna sat down beside him "Okay, what can I do for you?"

"You see my husband, Jonny?" Anna asked, re-arranging her hair.

"Yes, a good friend!" The doctor replied, typing a couple of notes onto his computer.

"Well, I am worried about him, he's got a growth on his neck!" Anna said, looking around the room at the lack of doctor's certificates.

"Really? Are you sure, he's got a scar on his neck, I know that, are you sure you are not mixing them up?" the doctor asked, looking puzzled.

Anna made herself comfy.

"Okay, I'll be blunt!" Anna said, sitting up. "He's got cancer!"

"What?" The doctor said, sitting up in his chair. "I just saw him the other day, he was absolutely fine then!"

"Well he has cancer now, well he will soon!" Anna said, grinning.

"Excuse me, but what are you on about?"

"One million. I will give you one million to diognose that he does have a cancerous growth on his neck!" Anna exclaimed.

"Why on earth would you want to do that? You sicken me!" The doctor said, astonished.

"One million, you may never see that amount of money in your life!" Anna said, winking.

The doctor froze for a moment, looked up at Anna, forced a smile and began to type some more information into his computer.

"What are you typing?" Anna asked, trying to look at what he was typing.

"It says on my computer that Mr Jonny Buckland has cancer and that I am awaiting a one million pound fee for my services!"

Anna reached for a cheque book and began to write the check. She ripped it off and passed it to the doctor. "Cheers!"

 

Anna arrived home. "Jonny?" she shouted. Anna looked around and ran upstairs. Jonny was in bed. "Jonny!" she said, slowly walking towards him.

"You know, I'm not feeling too good!" Jonny said.

"It's the growth, I told you! Didn't I tell you!" Anna said. Jonny didn't want to argue and simply nodded.

"I'll make you better! I'm your wife until death do us part!" Anna exclaimed, reaching over to hug her husband.

 

A goofy little chapter.

It is the best I can do in my depressed state.

 

 

 

Living Together

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

Jonny reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of ketchup.

He squeezed it once.

Nothing.

He shook it hard and squeezed it again.

Still nothing.

His french fries lay naked on his plate, begging to be covered in the sweet red liquid.

"Dammit," Jonny said, sitting the bottle back down on the table.

"Chris!" he yelled, "Why do you always take the last of everything?"

Chris stuck his head out of the bathroom.

A toothbrush sticking from one side of his mouth.

"What's wrong now, Jonny?" he asked.

"You took all the ketchup and yesterday you took all the syrup for your waffles," Jonny told him in a disgusted voice.

Chris mumbled something which was completely unintelligible as he had a mouth full of water at the time.

Jonny sighed heavily.

"Don't talk to me when your mouth is full," he told Chris, "You know that I can't understand you."

"Sorry," Chris yelled, wiping his mouth with a towel.

He came scampering into the kitchen.

He looked down at Jonny's fries in his plate.

Chris wrinkled his mouth in a cute way.

"They do look kind of sad without anything on them," he said.

"Yeah. There's nothing worse than a sad french fry," Jonny mocked, "Unless it is the person who was planning to eat them."

Jonny stood up and carried his plate to the trash.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked, wide eyed.

"Throwing them out," Jonny told him, "I can't eat them like that."

Chris shook his head and walked to Jonny.

He took the plate from him.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to waste food," he asked, quietly.

Jonny didn't answer.

He was too mesmerized by the look in Chris' beautiful blue eyes.

Chris took a fry from the plate and slipped it between his lips.

Jonny swallowed hard.

Chris took another fry from the plate and slipped it into Jonny's mouth.

"See," he said, "It's all in how you eat them."

Jonny took the plate from Chris' hands and dropped it on the floor.

"Come here," he growled, as he grabbed Chris.

 

 

 

If Only You Knew

PART ELEVEN

 

 

 

 

"Yes, definetely. I'm sorry I have tell you this" The doctor said, leaning away from Jonny in his bed. "That is a cancerous growth, possiblly a tumour!"

Jonny looked up in astonishment at the Doctor and his wife who was stood beside him.

"Are you sure?" Jonny said, shocked, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, I'm afraid, you will be recieving treatment soon but for the moment I advise that you stay in bed"

The doctor walked out Jonny's room. "I'll show you out!" said Anna, smiling as she escorted the doctor down the stairs.

 

"Thanks for that!" Anna said, grinning at the doctor. The doctor shook his head and walked out the front door. Anna turned away and ran back upstairs into Jonny's room where he was crying.

"Anna!" he sobbed, staring up at his wife. Anna looked down, her smile now gone. "Yes, Jonny"

"What am I going to do? I'm sorry, you were right!" Jonny exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.

"We'll get through this!" Anna said sharply. "Now, I'm going out is there anything you want from town?"

"No! Thank you!" Jonny said, turning on his back.

"Okay." Anna said, kissing her husband on the forehead before leaving the room.

 

ONE HOUR LATER

 

Anna walked down the street with four shopping bags from four very different, famous retail shops in her grasp and grinned as she entered another shop. Anna approached the paydesk.

"I'd like those gorgeous pair of shoes which are behind you!" Anna said, talking to the shop assistant like she was something she had stood in. "Of course you can, miss, now could I have your card?"

"Here you go!" Anna said, giving Jonny's card to the girl.

"Now can you type in your pin number, please?"

"Certainly!" Anna said as she began to type the number in. A loud beeping sound errupted.

"What was that?" Anna exclaimed.

"That means you havn't got enough money to carry out the transaction!" The shop assistant replied, shaking her head.

"Well don't be stupid, you have already given me the shoes!" Anna shouted.

"Please give them back!"

"No!" Anna screamed before two big, bulky men approached her, taking the shoes of her and leading her into the managers office.

 

 

 

Yesterday's South Bank Show gave Coldplayer's a better insight into the early day's of Coldplay and told us the startling info that the band asked Will to leave! This FanFic is going to highlight the longest 5 day's of Coldplay's life as they get ready to perform for the record company and make a huge decision!

 

 

Champ

PART 1

 

 

 

The sun began to set over the small, smelly bedroom where Chris and Jonny lived. Chris was writing, Jonny was jamming, Guy was laughing and Will was eating.

"Champ, do you ever stop eating?" Guy asked, still laughing.

Will nodded, having another bite of his sandwich.

"For gods sake, guys, we need to be rehearsing, we've got a meeting with the record company tommorow!" Chris exclaimed. "Look, how do you like the sounds of this? 'It was a long and dark December, from the rooftops I remember, there was snow, white snow!"

"Is that a chorus?" Jonny asked, tuning his guitar.

"Nah, it'll be a verse I think, I'm trying to write a chorus but I have no idea what to write!"

"What songs are we performing to the record company, then?" Jonny asked, setting his guitar down beside him.

"Bigger Stronger- definetely, maybe Don't Panic and Brothers and Sisters? What do you think?" Chris asked.

"I don't like Don't Panic!" Will said.

"Oh okay, well I really like it, why don't we have a vote?" Chris asked.

"I like it!" Guy said.

"Me too!" said Jonny.

"Three against one, Champ!" Chris said, laughing.

"I'm telling you guys, it's not a very good song!" Will replied, taking the last bite of his sandwich. "Anyway I better head off back to my flat!"

"Alright then, Will! We will see you tommorow, we're rehearsing back here at 11!" Chris exclaimed, waving his friend away.

"I better be off too!" said Guy, yawning as he put his bass underneath Jonny's bed.

"Alright then, I'll guess we will call it a night, get a good sleep Guy, it's a big day tommorow, it's make or break time!"

 

 

Living Together

Chapter 2

 

 

Jonny was rummaging around through all the shelves in the hall closet.

He had already searched through the bedroom closet and all the drawers.

Chris was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper.

Jonny was mumbling to himself as he looked.

"I can't imagine where it is," he kept saying.

Chris peeked around the edge of the paper.

"Maybe you left it at the studio," he suggested.

"No, I didn't," Jonny said.

"Well, maybe you left it at Will's or Guy's," Chris told him.

"No, I didn't," Jonny said, shutting the closet door.

"Well, you do have other caps," Chris said.

"I know," Jonny told him, "But that one is my absolute favorite. I have to find it."

Chris closed the paper and laid it on the table.

"Are you sure it is your favorite?" he asked, "I kind of like that blue one."

Jonny looked at him.

"What do you know?" he asked, suspiciously, "Have you seen it?"

Chris hung his head.

"You have seen it!" he exclaimed.

"Maybe," Chris said, wringing his hands.

"Where is it?" Jonny asked, excitedly.

Chris stood up and raised the sofa cushion he was sitting on.

He took out the cap and handed it to Jonny.

Jonny took the cap, frowning.

"This isn't mine," he said, "This one is pink."

Chris turned pale.

"I know," he said, nervously, "I accidentally washed it with my red shirt."

Jonny turned the cap over and over in his hands.

"I'm really sorry," Chris said, looking at Jonny with big scared eyes and fearing the worst.

Jonny looked at him.

Then he looked at the cap.

Then he just started laughing and laughing.

Chris stared at him.

"Have you gone mad?" he asked.

Jonny put the cap on his head.

"At least it still fits," he said.

"You aren't angry?" Chris asked, in disbelief.

"Hell, no," Jonny said, "You could have shrunk it or worse."

Chris made a face.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"It's about that blue shirt of yours," he said.

"Not my favorite rugby shirt...." Jonny said.

Chris winced.

"New rule," Jonny said, "You aren't allowed to do laundry anymore."

 

 

This thread was on page 3.

That was just wrong.

Here's a little chapter to get it back on track.

 

 

Living Together

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

"Jonny!!!" Will was hitting him on the head with a drumstick.

Jonny was sitting on the sofa in the studio, arms crossed and sleeping quietly.

"Hey!!" Guy reached over and shook him by the shoulder.

Jonny moved a little and opened his eyes.

He looked around, blinking furiously, to see where he was.

"That's the fourth time you have fallen asleep this week," Will said.

"Sorry," Jonny said, rubbing his eyes.

"We can't get any work done if you are always falling asleep," Guy told him.

"I said I'm sorry," Jonny barked at him.

"Geez, Jonny, don't be so touchy."

"I'm sorry," Jonny said, "I'm just tired. I can't seem to get any sleep since Chris moved in with me."

Guy blushed and Will put his hands over his ears.

"I don't want to hear any more," he said.

Jonny gave him a sarcastic glance.

"That's not what I meant," he said.

"What did you mean?" Guy asked.

"That damn guy is up all hours of the night, trying to talk to me. And then if he does go to sleep, he gets up after a few hours and tries to talk to me again.

He is driving me crazy," Jonny explained.

"Why don't you tell him to stop it?" Will asked.

"Don't you think I did tell him that? The guy can't help it. It's like he has no control."

"Well you better figure something out," Will said, "We can't get anything done with you falling asleep every ten minutes."

"I know," Jonny said, adjusting his cap, "I think I may just have to tell him that this living together thing isn't going to work."

"Oh great," Will said, sarcastically, "Then he will be depressed for weeks again."

"Does anything please you?" Jonny asked, looking at Will crossly.

Will opened his mouth to answer but didn't get the chance as Chris came bursting into the room.

"Listen," he said excitedly, "I think I have something really good. I worked on it all last night."

"So we heard," Guy said, quietly.

Chris looked at Guy.

Then he looked to Jonny.

Jonny hung his head.

"Jon? Something wrong?" Chris asked.

"Ah...Guy and I are going out for awhile," Will said, picking up his jacket.

"Why?" Chris asked, "I just told you I had something for you to listen to?"

Will looked at Jonny.

"Chris, we need to talk," Jonny said.

"About what?" he asked, looking worried and shaking a pencil between his fingers.

"About our living arrangement," Jonny said, "It isn't working out so well for me."

 

 

My Last Chance

 

Part 2

 

 

 

Underwear, pants, socks, shirt. That's the order in which I dress. Likewise, the reverse is the order in which I undress. After a long, sweaty concert, that's really what I need to do. Other people have picked up on this as well, as there's even a room for me to change in. And these people are smart cookies, let me tell you. They've gone and named it- get this- the Changing Room. Genius.

 

So, while I was in there one evening, changing, the door opened and Jonny walked in. I continued to change (what else was I going to do? It was the Coldplay changing room, and as far as I knew, Jonny was still a member) and then checked the mirror to make sure I looked pretty. Well, I looked all right, anyway. As I brushed a curly lock neatly behind my ear, the quiet voice of Jonny spoke up.

 

"Can you give me some advice?" he shyly asked.

 

"Yeah, of course," I replied, withdrawing my attention from the mirror. "Shoot."

 

"You've, uh, liked a lot of girls, right?"

 

"Uh oh, girl troubles?"

 

"Not exactly. What would you do if one day you woke up and you realised you didn't like a girl?"

 

"Did I wake up in the same bed as her? Or is this not a specific girl?"

 

"Not a specific girl. You just don't like any girls."

 

"OK," I nodded. "Not unheard of."

 

"But you do like someone."

 

"I wake up and I like a guy?"

 

"Yeah." I'll stop here and say that for some reason I honestly wasn't surprised. Maybe I had some sort of sixth sense? Jonny-sync? Something like that. It's not a bad thing, though. Love is love, or like is like.

 

"Is he a nice guy?" Crucial. I'm not having my best friend get hurt by some jerk.

 

"Of course."

 

"Funny? Talented? Handsome?"

 

"Very."

 

"Is he gay?"

 

"I don't think so, but I'm sure some people could argue..."

 

"Do you think he likes you?"

 

"Not more than a friend, really." This giving advice thing is a lot tougher than it looks. Especially because I'm rubbish at it.

 

"Hmm... this is a tough one. Talk to him some more. Get him to like you. But don't change yourself, 'cause that will cause an ugly mess of problems."

 

"But if he doesn't like me now, how will I get him to like me by staying the same?"

 

"Good point." Do I go the honest route, and tell him it might not work? Optimism sounds better, though, and it wouldn't make him feel bad. I hate seeing Jonny upset. White lies are OK, right? "Maybe he already does like you, and maybe even he doesn't know it yet. Make him realise it."

 

"How am I going to do that?"

 

"You're Jonny!" I said, patting him on the back. He didn't look too reassured, though I wholeheartedly meant my words. "I'm sure you'll find the perfect way."

 

 

 

 

 

Back to School

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

"Hi," the girl said, "I haven't seen you around here before."

"This is my first day," Guy told her. "I enrolled a few days late."

"You will like this class," she said, "It is alot of fun."

Guy just nodded.

"My name is Rebecca," she told him.

"I am Guy," he said, smiling at her.

"The professor is pretty cool, "she told him, "He doesn't take attendance or anything."

"That's good," Guy said, "It might be hard for me to always attend this class. It starts so early."

"What other classes do you you have?" she asked.

"I can't remember," he told her truthfully.

She laughed.

"I just decided to go back to school and finish my degree. The counselor told me what classes I needed."

"How long have you been out of school?" she asked.

Guy smiled at her and twisted his mouth a little.

"A long time," he said, "As I look around this room I am starting to realize just how long it has been."

"What made you decided to finish your degree?" she asked.

"I just had this break between projects and it seemed like the right time to do it. I have more patience now."

"What do you do?" she asked.

Guy smiled shyly.

"I am sort of a musician," he told her.

"Wow," she said, "That sounds so interesting."

The professor came walking into the classroom.

He was the typical looking college professor with a tiny bow tie and heavy glasses.

He was carrying a large stack of books and a briefcase.

"I assume you have all read the assigned pages," he said, as he arranged his desk.

"Ah, except for our new student," he added, looking at Guy.

Everyone in the class turned to look at him.

Guy felt like shrinking away and hiding under the desk.

Just as quickly, everyone else lost interest and turned away.

All except for a handsome young man.

He seemed to sense Guy's fear and insecurity.

He gave him a quick smile and a wink.

"Meet me after class," Rebecca whispered, "And I will give you my notes for the first few days of class."

"Thanks," he whispered, in return.

 

 

Back to School

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Guy was pacing back and forth outside the entrance to the lecture hall.

He was waiting on Rebecca to deliver her class notes to him.

He really wanted to smoke a cigarette.

That first class had been hell on his nerves.

What he really wanted was to smoke a cigarette and drink a beer.

But that would have to wait until after he borrowed the notes.

"Hey," a voice said, from behind him.

Guy turned around.

It was the handsome boy that had smiled at him in class.

"Hey," Guy said.

"My name is Cassin."

"I'm Guy," he said, extending his arm to shake hands.

"My friends and I have a study group for this class," Cassin said, "If you would like to join us."

Guy smiled.

"Thanks," he told him, "I think I will need all the help I can get. I haven't been near a book in a long time."

"We meet every Tuesday and Thursday night down at the pub on the corner about 7."

"I'll be there," Guy told him.

"See ya'," Cassin said, walking away slowly.

Guy was just watching him walk away when Rebecca walked up.

"Here you go," she said, taking a notebook out of her bag.

"You are really saving my life," he told her, "I don't need to get behind the very first week of school."

"I'm on my way to meet my friend and get some coffee," she said, "Do you want to join me?"

"Sure," he said, "I could use the coffee and maybe you could show me around a bit."

"Great," she said.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked her.

She laughed.

"How polite of you to ask," she said sounding very surprised, "No, I don't mind."

"Thank goodness. I am so nervous," he told her.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know why I thought I could do this school thing," he said, "I hated it the first time."

"You will be fine," she said.

"I hope I am smart enough and all my brains haven't gone to mush," he joked.

"They haven't," Rebecca said, "You have very intelligent eyes."

"Is that so?" Guy asked, laughing.

"Yes," she said, "I predict you will be a star pupil."

 

 

:cheesy:

My Last Chance

 

Part 3

 

 

 

After our talk, things seemed to change. Jonny seemed to change. But at the same time, he didn't. I don't know... it was weird. It seemed like the more time we spent together, the more I could feel a change. And we seemed to be even closer than we had been before, which I quite enjoyed. Jonny is such a great friend and such a great person to be around.

 

Then one day, when we were just hangin out, things really changed. Really, really changed. And when I say 'things', I mean myself. I thought it was just going to be a normal night- get pizza with Jonny and go see a movie or something. It was at first. After polishing off a large cheese pizza, I skipped to the door, leaving Jonny behind to pay (before you judge, it was his turn). It was a bit cold outside, and I could see the carbon dioxide leaving me as I exhaled. I was only wearing a thin shirt, and after a minute or so I was freezing.

 

Jonny opened the door, and stood in front of me. After two seconds I felt a heavy piece of cloth shoved into my torso. I grabbed it, realising that Jonny gave me his jacket.

 

"Aren't you gonna be cold?"

 

"Nah, I'm fine."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yeah, take it. Come on, let's get going." I reluctantly pulled the jacket on, feeling extremely guilty as I did so. We quickly walked to the nearest theater, basically jogging to escape the cold. Well, I wasn't cold anymore, as I was wearing Jonny's jacket, but Jonny was almost shivering. I don't think he wanted me to know that, though.

 

When we got to the cinema, I decided that I would pay for the tickets, even though it was still Jonny's turn to pay for everything. But I felt like being nice, especially because he gave me his jacket. So, after a bunch of, "No, no, let me pay for this," and "I'll pay, it's not a problem," we were finally sat in the dark in front of the giant screen. I forget what movie we saw, but that doesn't seem like an important detail.

 

The movie ended after approximately two hours, and Jonny and I exited the theater, trying our best to walk without falling over. For some reason, it wasn't as cold when we left. I walked with him to his apartment, since it was on the way back to mine. As we stood outside the door to the building, I felt a bit sad.

 

"OK, so... tomorrow, I think we should not see another movie," Jonny said. "Because I'm getting really tired of sitting in that theater."

 

"Yeah, me too." I laughed, "Plus, those chairs hurt my butt."

 

"Exactly! So we're not gonna see a movie tomorrow."

 

"No, we're not. But what should we do instead?"

 

"Um... I don't know."

 

"Oh my god," I gasped. "We should go roller-discoing!!"

 

"No," Jonny said, with the most horrified look on his face. "No way."

 

"Come on! We'd get to roller skate around... and wear short shorts!"

 

"Oh, well, that is pretty tempting... but no."

 

"Aw, you're no fun," I said, playfully pushing him. "I'd like to see you come up with something better."

 

"Oh, I will," he threatened, opening the door.

 

"Yeah, OK. Later, Buckland."

 

"Night, Martin." I waited until he walked completely inside before I left. Casually strolling through the street, I started to feel cold again. My nose began to drip, so raised my arm to wipe it. Then I realised that I was still wearing Jonny's jacket. I breathed in and caught a whiff of his scent. By that point, I was too far away to consider going back, and there was this voice inside me that said to keep it. Keep Jonny's jacket. So I kept walking. Then I found myself lifting the collar halfway up my face and deeply inhaling, over and over. I was barely aware of what I was doing, and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

 

In my crazy state, I ended up laying down in my bed still wearing the jacket. I actually intended on falling asleep with it on. It took me forever to fall asleep, though, because all I could think about was the jacket, and how I was wearing it, and how it was Jonny's. I replayed in my head a thousand times the scene where he handed me his jacket, a kind smile on his face and a warm softness in his eyes that I might have invented in my imagination. How did this happen? How could I have not seen this coming? How was I going to react when I saw him next? How was I ever going to be able to give him his jacket back?

 

How was I going to act like I wasn't in love with Jonny?

 

 

 

 

:wacky:

Back to School

Chapter 3

 

 

"What the hell is all that?" Chris asked, when he walked into the studio and saw the large stack of books on the table.

Guy looked up from his notebook.

He was furiously copying Rebecca's notes.

"It's my books," Guy said, "You know for college."

Chris stopped and looked at him.

"You mean you were serious about going back to finish college?" he asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah," Guy said, "I don't usually bring something up unless I am serious about it."

"Are you going to have time for that?" Chris asked.

"We aren't doing anything for the next few months," Guy told him.

Chris sat down on the arm of the sofa.

"Do you really think you can keep up? It's been a long time. And you weren't such a good student the first time."

"Leave him alone," Will said, throwing the newspaper he was reading onto the chair beside him.

"It's a good thing that he is doing this," Will added.

"What's it to you anyway?" Guy asked Chris.

Chris shrugged.

"Nothing at all," he said, "Go ahead and make a fool out of yourself if you want to.You aren't so young anymore, you know."

"Shit, Chris," Will said, "That is kind of mean, don't you think?"

Guy stood up and began to gather his books.

"Don't listen to him," Will said to Guy.

Guy looked at Will.

"I don't give a shit what he says," Guy told him, "But right now I have to go meet some people from class for a study group."

"I thought we were going to go over some stuff," Chris said.

Guy looked around the room.

"Go over what? Jonny isn't even here."

"Shut up, Chris," Will told him.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

Guy spotted Cassin as soon as he walked into the pub.

He was seated with a group of about four other students that he recognized from the class.

Cassin spotted him and waved him over to their table.

"I'm sorry I am late," Guy said, as he sat down.

"No worry," Cassin said, "We were just discussing the weekend anyway.We weren't even talking about class yet."

Cassin introduced the rest of the group.

All four were very pretty young girls.

Guy was starting to like this whole study group idea very much.

They finally got around to class work after about thirty more minutes of talk about the weekend and after Guy answered all their questions.

Unlike Chris, they were all very impressed that he had decided to return to college after such a long absence.

As it got later and later into the evening, the girls all drifted off one by one to do other things.

At least two of them already had boyfriends which slightly deflated Guy's enthusiasm for the group.

Finally, only he and Cassin were left at the table.

"Let me get you a beer," Cassin told him.

Guy laughed.

"You better let me get it," he said.

"Why?" Cassin asked.

Guy looked at him suspiciously.

"You can't be old enough to buy beer," Guy told him.

Cassin looked insulted.

"I'll have you know that I am twenty-one," he said, proudly.

"I don't believe you," Guy said, laughing, "You look about seventeen."

Cassin reached into his pocket, took out his wallet and threw his I.D. at Guy.

Guy picked it up and turned it over several times.

"This wouldn't be fake, now would it?" he asked.

Cassin blushed a slight shade of pink.

"Give it back to me," he said, reaching for it.

Guy held it out of his reach.

"I don't think so," he said, teasing him.

"I'll be twenty-one next week,"Cassin admitted.

Guy stuck the fake I.D. in his pocket and leaned across the table to Cassin.

"I'll make you a deal," he said, "When you turn twenty-one, we will go out and get falling down drunk. How about that?"

Cassin looked directly into Guy's eyes. Guy noticed how clear and deep blue his eyes were. And he felt a weird little shiver down his spine.

"It's a date," Cassin said, "Next Tuesday. That's my birthday."

 

 

 

 

Back to School

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

Guy was almost asleep when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"How's it going?" Rebecca asked.

Guy sat up straight in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Not so good, I guess," he told her, "Sit down."

"How long have you been here?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Sadly enough only about half-an hour," he told her.

"You will learn," she said, "Never try to study at the library. It is too quiet. You will always fall asleep."

He laughed.

"Thanks for the advice," he said.

"How are your other classes going?" she asked.

"Okay," he said, "One of them is extremely boring."

"Only one?" she asked, "You are lucky then."

The librarian passed by their table and shot them both unpleasant glances.

"We must be making too much noise," Rebecca said.

"Let's go outside and talk," Guy told her, "I could use a cigarette break."

They both sat down on the large granite staircase that led to the library's entrance.

"It's nice to have a friend here," he told her, lighting a cigarette.

"It's pretty easy to make friends here," she said, "Almost everyone is pretty nice."

"I was worried about that. I am older than most of the students," Guy said.

"Last year I had a fifty-four year old lady in one of my classes," Rebecca told him.

"Seriously?" Guy asked, amazed.

"Yeah, and she was planning to go to law school after she graduated here."

"Wow," Guy said, taking a long puff.

"And she wasn't anywhere near as nice to look at as you are," Rebecca told him, with a smile.

Guy looked at her and winked.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?" he asked.

"Why would you be asking me that?" she said, smiling.

"Because I would really like to take you on a date sometime," he said.

"Don't tease me like that," she said, slapping him on the arm.

"I'm not teasing you," he told her, "I would really like to take you out."

"Well, in that case, I don't have a boyfriend," she told him.

"That's very good news," he said, "How about Wednesday night?"

"Okay," she said.

"There's just one problem," he told her, shyly.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I don't really know what young people do on dates anymore."

She laughed.

"We do the same things that other people do," she said, "Go to movies and to pubs."

Guy felt very relieved.

"That I can do," he said.

 

 

 

Back to School

Chapter 6

 

 

 

"Slow down," Guy told Cassin, "You are going to be sick before you even get drunk."

"It's only my second one," Cassin said, draining the last bit of liquid from the glass.

Well, take it easy,"Guy warned, "You want to remember this birthday, don't you?"

Cassin smiled at him sweetly.

"Oh no doubt I will remember it," he said, looking straight into Guy's eyes.

"Hey guys," Rebecca said, walking up to their table with two friends.

"Hey," Guy said, forcing himself to look away from Cassin.

"Sit with us," Cassin said, "It is a party. I am finally of legal drinking age."

"Awesome," one of Rebecca's friends said as they all pulled out chairs and joined them at the table.

"I will get us some beer," Cassin said, proudly.

"Do you need help?" Guy asked.

"No, you charm the girls," he said, with a wink.

"These are my friends," Rebecca said, "Ashley and Miranda."

"Hello," Guy said, with a nod, "It is nice to meet you."

"You really are gorgeous," Miranda said.

Rebecca's eyes flew open and she made a face at Miranda.

"Miranda...." she said, "I can't believe you said that."

"Well, he is. Just like you said."

Rebecca blushed and covered her face with both hands.

"Don't be embarrassed," Guy teased her, "It has been a very long time since anyone said that about me."

"No, it hasn't,"Ashley said, "Cassin told me that same thing the other day."

Now it was Guy's turn to blush.

"He did, did he?" Guy asked, looking toward the bar where Cassin was engaged in conversation with th bartender.

They appeared to be having some kind of disagreement.

"Let's see what the problem is," Guy said, getting up and walking to the bar.

He heard the bartender say, "Get lost kid."

"Is there a problem?" Guy asked.

"No, this kid is just trying to buy beer and he ain't old enough," the bartender said.

"I am afraid you are mistaken," Guy told him, "He is twenty-one today."

The bartender looked at Guy as if he were lying.

"Who are you? His father?" he asked, smugly.

Guy reached across the bar and grabbed the bartender by the collar.

"Look," he said,in a low but serious tone, "I am not his father. I am his friend. And I am suggesting politely to you that you give him his beer."

"Fine," the bartender said, "But I don't want to either one of you in here again."

"Screw this place," Guy told Cassin, "Come with me. We will have our own party."

 

 

 

Back to School

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

"Thanks for taking up for me back there." Cassin told Guy, as they were walking down the street.

"It's nothing," Guy said, "That bartender was a freaking idiot."

"It was kind of funny when he called you my father," Cassin said.

"I didn't appreciate that," Guy told him, "I may be older but not that much older."

"What are we going to do now?"Cassin asked.

"I thought we could get some beer and snacks. We could go to my apartment. It's just a few blocks from here."

"Great," Cassin said.

 

Guy opened the two bottles and handed one to Cassin.

He took a long drink from his bottle as Cassin watched.

"I wish I could do that," he said, taking a short drink.

"Nothing to it," Guy told him, "I've drank a lot of beer in my time."

He sat down on the sofa and Cassin sat down in a chair.

"That jukebox is totally cool," Cassin said.

"Yeah?" Guy asked, "I've collected records for it from all over the world."

"You have traveled alot, huh?" Cassin asked.

"Oh yeah," Guy said.

"What was your favorite place?"

"Hmmm...that's impossible to say," Guy told him, "I have all kinds of favorites for different reasons."

"My favorite is Italy,"Cassin said, "I went there for an entire semester. I saw all the famous buildings and museums. I love the sculptures."

"Good choice," Guy said, raising his bottle to toast him.

Their eyes met for a moment and neither could turn away.

"I like you." Cassin told him.

Guy didn't say anything.

"I like you alot," Cassin said.

Guy looked away.

"Do you want another beer?" he asked.

"Did you hear me?"Cassin asked.

Guy stood up and walked over to the jukebox.

"How about we listen to some music?" he said.

Cassin followed him.

"How about you say something about what I just told you," he said.

Guy gathered his thoughts together as they were swirling all around his head.

"Look," he said, "I am flattered. Really, I am but..."

"But what?" Cassin asked, looking at him with a questioning look.

"I don't....I don't date guys," he said.

"Ah, so that's it."

"And besides that you are too young for me."

"Too young?? Too young for what??" Cassin asked.

"Just too young," Guy said.

"You don't look at me like I am too young," Cassin said, "You look at me like you want me."

Guy took a deep breath.

"That's because I do," Guy said, "I don't know how or why? None of it makes any sense. I am very confused."

Cassin smiled.

"I knew it," he said, "I knew it the first day of class."

"Go home," Guy said, "Go home now."

 

 

Back to School

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Cassin looked at him angrily.

"No," he said, "I'm not leaving."

Guy clenched his jaw.

"Get out," he said, quietly.

Cassin shook his head.

"Not until you can give me a good reason why I should go," he said.

Guy turned away from him and leaned against the jukebox.

"You should go because I am asking you to," he said.

Then he looked at Cassin with soft eyes.

"Please," he said, "Just go."

Cassin looked at Guy for a very long minute.

Then he sat his bottle down on the table and turned to leave.

At the door he stopped and told Guy, "Thanks for a fun evening.Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Sure," Guy said, not looking up at him.

Guy paced around his aparment.

He was torn.

He had never been interested in a guy before but from the first moment he saw Cassin, something clicked in his head.

And all he wanted was to spend time with him.

To be where he was.

To hear his voice......to look at his blue eyes.....and his dark hair.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Guy asked, "This isn't who I am?'

Guy paced some more.

"Or what if it is who I am? Nah, wouldn't I have known by now? And God, he is so young."

Guy knew what he was going to do even before his hand was on the door.

He jerked the door open.

He had to catch Cassin before he got too far.

But he didn't have far to go.

Cassin was waiting in the hall.

"How did you know I would come for you?" Guy asked.

"I didn't," Cassin said, "I was just going to wait here all night and hope."

"God what a mess this is going to be," Guy said, quietly.

"Or what a great deal of fun," Cassin said, reaching over to Guy.

"I have a date with Rebecca tomorrow," Guy told him.

"That's tomorrow," Cassin said, stroking Guy's cheek, "That's hours away."

 

 

SPRING & WINTER

 

 

 

 

As I stepped out of the carriage into the crisp country air, I couldn’t stop my mouth from hanging open in shock. I would have never guessed that I would be here. Until recently, I hadn’t even known that my family had this much money. My mother, on the other hand, looked saddened and even a little angry. Her eyes were dark as I helped her out of the carriage, and she held the folds of her dress tightly in her small fists. “Mother, it’s beautiful.”

 

“Yes, well, your grandfather certainly kept the estate in good shape.”

 

I grimaced and shook my head, a spark of anger flaring up inside my chest. I understood why she had never told me about her lavish past with the rich gentleman from the country, but I still felt slightly betrayed. A week ago, I believed I was a simple, rural physician with no grand future or past. Now I knew better. Sure, I was still a simple rural physician, but I also had a grand future. I had money; lots of money that my late grandfather had withheld from our family.

 

“Ah...Mr. Martin! Mrs. Martin!” cried a large, jolly-looking woman. Her rosy cheeks seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight as she hefted up her skirts to shuffle towards us. “You’ve arrived.” Behind her, I noticed a line of servants, all standing at attention, looking rather irritated and tired. I felt my stomach turn with the odd thought of having more than one servant; all of whom would do whatever I asked them to. I would have to get used to that. “I am Mrs. Bennett, the main housekeeper here. It’s an honor to have you, sir. Your grandfather was a good man, Mr. Martin.”

 

“Yes, he was,” my mother said coolly, pushing a grey curl of hair behind her ear. I placed my hand on her back and nodded. I had no idea just how much these people knew about our circumstances, and I didn’t really want to find out.

 

“I’m sure you are quite drained from your journey,” said Mrs. Bennett suddenly, gesturing for us to move forward. I took a moment while the carriage drivers took our luggage out from the back to examine the house. It really was a huge, magnificent-looking dwelling; Greek in style.

 

“Do come inside,” said a large man who would later be introduced as Mr. Bennett. “The Spring air will still make you catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

 

“Thank you,” I said honestly. All of the servants’ eyes turned to me and widened slightly, and at first I was confused by it. Then I realized that they probably weren’t used to being thanked for anything. “I...”

 

“Come, dear...I must go inside before I catch my death,” interrupted Mother.

 

“Right,” I stuttered, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

 

.....................................

 

Two days later, I was still trying to get over my shock at the size of the manor I’d inherited. I spent hours crawling into nooks and crannies, and trying to find all of the interesting spots in the house. Because I had just arrived, all of it was interesting. I surprised at least two servants by popping up in unexpected places, which would leave both of us awkwardly apologizing until I finally decided to run away.

 

One manservant, however, was rather unapologetic. The first time I met him, he was taking care of the horses in the stable. I cautiously moved up to get a better look at the magnificent animals, and the man heard me coming. He turned around slowly, and fixed me with a look that was a mixture of forced respect and disgust. “Sir...” he said, leaving the sentence open-ended.

 

“Good morning,” I said cheerily, smiling broadly at him. I don’t know why I took a sudden liking to the man, but I did like him. Perhaps it was because he apparently didn’t care for me, and I felt surprisingly comfortable with that. Back at home, my old home, I was used to people disliking and looking down on me.

 

“Good morning, Mr. Martin,” he murmured, standing up a little straighter. “I’m sorry, I was just...”

 

“Grooming the horses!” I supplied, clapping my hands together. “They’re so beautiful. You’re doing a marvelous job, I’m sure.”

 

He looked surprised, but still suspicious. “I...thank you.”

 

“What’s your name?” I asked, scraping my boot against the ground. They were too tight, and my feet were already sore.

 

“William Champion, sir.”

 

“William...the cook’s son?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Ah...well, um, keep up the good work, yeah?” Now William was definitely surprised. It was probably my improper speech...or maybe my accent. It was quite different from my grandfather’s.

 

As I left William to his work, I thought about what I was going to do later that day. I had the perfect destination in mind; I would visit my oldest and best friend, the village clergyman. It was a bit of a ride, but it had been too long since I’d seen him last, and I was determined.

 

 

 

 

Please keep in mind that I barely know anything about English laws of inheritance and all that fun stuff.

Love Today

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

Chris's PoV

 

There I was, standing at Jonny's door. I must have been there at least ten minutes. You're wasting time! Just knock already! I brought my hand to the door, for the fifteenth time and lowered it once again. I hung my head, there was chuckling behind me.

 

“Lets just leave. He doesn't love you and even if he did, you don't deserve him.” I shook my head,

 

“Shut up!” I turned to yell. The the door suddenly opened and there Jonny stood.

 

“Chris, are you talking to yourself?” Jonny asked, confused. I smiled instantly, I always smiled when I saw Jonny. But it did take all I had to keep from running.

 

“Does that surprise you?” I asked grinning with some effort.

 

“No, not really.” He replied grinning back. “Why are you here?”

 

“I came to talk to you before you leave.”

 

“Oh, okay come in.” I walked through the door with Jonny and turned toward him. He was smiling pleasantly. He seemed happy. I felt a jolt of guilt. This will probably make him unhappy. I frowned at the thought.

 

“What's wrong?” Jonny asked, noticing my frown. I shook my head.

 

“Nothing.”

 

“That's a lie.” He scoffed. I thought about glaring at him but decided against it. Jonny already noticed me talking to myself.

 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Jonny asked, moving closer. I was torn between moving closer or further away, so I just stood in place.

 

“I wanted to talk about you and...” I started. There was a pause.

 

“And what?” He encouraged.

 

“And me.” I was looking down. There was another pause.

 

“Okay, what about you and me?” He said the sentence slowly, as if he was speaking to someone mentally incompetent.

 

“Do you really love Alicia?” I blurted. It took him by surprise, and he took a moment to answer.

 

“Why?” He asked suspicious. He was avoiding the question, that was good right?

 

“I just want to know. Are you going to love Alicia forever and nobody else? Will there ever be anyone else? Is there anyone else now?” I was babbling, I couldn't help it I was impossibly nervous. Jonny looked at me for several moments.

 

“I don't know.” He finally said. “There has to be another reason besides your curiosity, why are you asking me this?”

 

“I love you.” I stopped and looked at him to gauge his reaction. He looked confused and was waiting for me to elaborate. I took a deep breath to steady myself. Once I said this, It can never be un-said. “I am in love with you.” I decided not looking him in the eye would be best. “I love you a ridiculous amount, Jonny. You are all I want in the world, everything is pale and worthless without you. I only have room in my heart and soul for you. I would do anything and everything for you. Every time I think about you I smile, you are so beautiful to me in every possible way.” I started smiling, still looking down.”I know everything about you, I really do and yet sometimes you say things that completely surprise me. That's one of the things that makes you so interesting. You are so very, very interesting. And I know I don't deserve you but I want you and love you. Is there any way possible that you could ever love me?” I looked up, terrified. I noticed there was tears in my eyes. I have cried too much lately. He just stared at me and said nothing, I couldn't read his expression. My heart crashed against my rib cage.Why isn't he saying anything? This is bad. “Jonny I am sorry! I just couldn't keep it a secret anymore. I should leave.” I turned to leave but Jonny's hand grabbed my wrist and I stopped. He turned me around and we were now embraced in a hug.

 

“Don't leave.”

 

 

I will write more soon!

Back to School

Chapter 9

 

 

Cassin walked over to the jukebox.

He pushed a few buttons and the music started.

"That's not fair,"" Guy said, shaking a finger at him.

The first strains of "Are you lonesome tonight?" by Elvis Presley filled the room.

"You really are shameless," Guy told Cassin.

"Why don't you stop talking for a second and just dance with me?" Cassin told him.

Guy shook his head, but slipped his arms around Cassin's waist anyway.

"This is a bad, bad idea," he kept saying.

"Sshh," Cassin said.

"I'm not gay," Guy said.

"No one said you are," Cassin told him, "That's just a stupid label anyway."

"You are too damn young," Guy said.

"Too young for what? Too young to sleep with? I am of legal age."

"You aren't spending the night," Guy said, forcefully.

"I can live with that," Cassin said, "I'm in no rush."

Guy looked at Cassin.

"I'm already losing myself in you," he said, softly.

"That's not so bad is it?" Cassin asked, as he ran his finger along Guy's cheek.

"No," Guy said, quietly, "It actually feels really good."

"I could drown in your eyes," Cassin said.

Guy laughed.

"That might have sounded cheesy, but I didn't mean it to," Cassin said, "It's just true."

"This is an impossible situation," Guy told him, "You do realize that, don't you?"

"Why?" Cassin asked.

"My friends....my family...the people I work with and for.....none of them will like this."

"Don't tell them," Cassin suggested.

"No," Guy said, hesitantly, "I couldn't keep something like this from them. My friends and I are too close for that."

"If you are as close as you say, they should understand," Cassin told him.

Guy smiled, slightly.

He knew that Jonny and Will might understand.

He also knew that Chris would throw a monster fit.

"I hope you are right," Guy told him.

"Can I please kiss you now?" Cassin asked.

Guy swallowed hard.

"I've been waiting for that," he told him.

 

 

How Could I Forget?

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

“I can’t see this shit on front of me anymore.” Chris sighed, exhausted from studying for an upcoming exam. “My eyes can’t see anymore of these textbooks and my brain is not even saving anything inside.”

 

He threw his books on the table next to his bed and flopped down on top of it with a loud sigh.

 

“You need any help with that?” Jonny asked him, glancing from his own papers.

 

Both of them had exams in a week and they decided to study in advance this time, unlike their usual two-day strategy. They were the kind of people who studied just the right amount to pass with an average mark. But right now, they were determined to do a little more than average.

 

“No, Jonny boy, no need for that. Thanks anyway.” Chris assured his friend as he rubbed his eyes, while yawning. It was 11 p.m. but the day had been grueling for Chris.

 

He had had classes the entire day until 6 in the afternoon, and then he decided to run at the park for a couple of hours. When he came into his dorm room, Jonny was already waiting for him. He had even brought him dinner. Sometimes Chris couldn’t thank Jonny enough for being such a sweet, loyal friend. He could still vividly remember meeting him not so long ago but it felt like they were best friends since they were little boys.

 

Interrupting from his thoughts, he heard a knock on the door.

 

“Who is it?” Chris called out, not moving an inch to get up.

 

“It’s me. Will.” The voice behind the wooden door answered.

 

“It’s open. Come on in.” Jonny responded, putting his studying material aside on Chris’s desk.

 

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Will inquired as soon as he came in, carrying his own set of books.

 

“The same thing you’re about to do, by the looks of it. Studying.” Jonny replied, putting his head on his hand, his arm resting on his leg.

 

Depressing was one word that could describe the sight of the three young men, with their reading material, their expressions showing how little they wanted to keep studying for that night.

 

“It’s so unfair.” Chris blurted out, suddenly. “I don’t even want to do anything with this.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Will asked, confused.

 

“I’m studying for nothing, I don’t care about this. I just had to pick something interesting to come to college. And I did, but it’s not really what I want.” He tried to explain.

 

“I know what you mean.” Will mumbled, looking down at his books as he sat on the end of Chris’s bed.

 

“Me too.” Jonny agreed, quietly.

 

“Then why aren’t we doing something about it?” Chris asked them, sitting up and supporting himself on his arms.

 

“We are playing a little bit…” Will said, unconvincingly.

 

“Yeah, exactly. A little bit. We have to be serious with this. We need to practice more and write more stuff.” Chris said, getting excited out of the blue. “Guy already quit college; we are almost finishing our degrees. We need to take chances now and go for it.”

 

Will and Jonny looked at each other. Chris was right, they had to be more dedicated to their band. They had already written some songs that sounded okay to them, they had already played for their friends and their comments were all positive so it was time they got more serious about their future. Because music was their future, no matter what other things they were studying for.

 

“You’re right, man. As soon as we’re done with these exams we’ll make more time for our rehearsals.” Will suggested.

 

“That’s the spirit.” Chris beamed. “Now, I have some lyrics that I have to show you. But Guy’s coming any minute now, so we’ll wait for him.”

 

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his door was opened, a curly-haired boy walked in and promptly collapsed on his bed pushing Chris away from him.

 

“I’m so tired.” Guy muttered, his words muffled by the pillow he was resting his head on. “Those damn girls at the pub just can’t give me a break. The other kid working there is basically resting every five minutes because it’s just girls now and they want me to serve them.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, it must be so hard. All the girls after you…” Jonny said, sarcastically. Guy shot him a look that clearly said “Fuck you” which made Jonny laugh, amused at his friend’s antics.

 

“Maybe one of these days you’ll find an interesting one.” Chris said.

 

“I’m not looking for girls at work. Actually, I’m not really in the mood for girls right now.” Guy replied, defeated.

 

“What?” Will asked. “Are you… in the mood for boys?”

 

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t want anyone right now. I am happy all by myself.” Guy explained. “With my music and my friends.”

 

“Good.” Chris smiled. “Because we were actually thinking of making that our priority.”

 

“What do you mean?” Guy rolled around to look at him.

 

“Well, we’re not in the position to waste time about our future and we’ve been toying around with our band. We have to write more and arrange some ways of playing in bars or concerts or something like that.”

 

“That’s good, because I don’t want to work at that pub for the rest of my life. I mean, I quit college because I believe in our band.” Guy said, sincerely.

 

 

 

How Could I Forget?

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

“Hey, Will! Wait up.” Jonny called out as he was leaving the campus.

 

“Hi, Jon! What’s up?” Will asked him as he approached him, running to catch him.

 

“Not much. What do you say we go to the pub later?” Jonny replied, patting him on the back.

 

“Sure. You ask Chris and Phil?” Will asked.

 

“Yeah. Okay, now I have to go. I have this project with two colleagues and we’re going to the library now. See you later!” Jonny said, rushing to catch up with two other students.

 

“See ya.” Will said, watching Jon almost trip over a girl on his distracted run.

 

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There was a reason why Chris hated going to the pub.

 

He would sit on a stool in front of Guy as he worked, the girls would rush to his side but unfortunately none of them would even glance at him for more than two seconds. Probably, they thought he was gay and he was just there to get his friend’s number, just like them. In fact, once, there was a girl that asked him if he was Guy’s boyfriend. She was utterly relieved when he scoffed and said no.

 

Usually, Jonny, Will and Phil would sit comfortably at a table, talking about sports, music and whatever came to their minds. Laughter was indispensable as was a considerable amount of alcohol. They always asked Chris to join them, but the blue-eyed boy would always decline.

The girls that weren’t interested in Guy somehow always ended up near their table, so the boys would strike conversations with them.

 

Jonny was always a sweet, nice person and his eyes and smile constantly captivated the girls. Will, on the other hand, was quieter and more mysterious which, as Chris observed, was something girls seemed to appreciate very much. And finally, Phil was another good-looking young man that flawlessly charmed the girls with his gentleness and intelligence.

 

Chris envied their abilities of seducing girls. He was funny and talkative but that made him nothing more than a good friend. He could proudly say he had tons of female friends but nothing beyond that.

 

He looked over his shoulder to see his three other friends have a good time with some girls sitting at their table. Like always.

 

He turned around again to look at Guy as he served customers. Mostly they were girls around their age who would not shy away from flirting with him but he would get their orders and run away from them as quick as possible just like he used to do when he was little and thought girls were disgusting and annoying. He knew better than that now but still…

 

“Do you want anything, Chris?” Guy asked him.

 

For a few seconds, Chris stared at his friend. He saw a flash of something cross his mind and he could see words on a piece of paper.

 

“I want some paper and a pen.” Chris said, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging slightly open.

 

“Okay…. Are you alright? Cause you’re not blinking, man.” Guy asked him, worriedly. He put what Chris asked in front of him and he grabbed the pen immediately and completely ignored Guy’s question.

 

Chris could see things so clear now. He didn’t waste any time and just wrote whatever came to his mind. Guy would try to sneak a little so that he could read but it was no use. Chris was all over the papers, his free arm and hand covering what was already written and his head was almost glued to the hand he was using to write.

 

Chris was finally finding a way of letting out his frustrations for artistic purposes. He wasn’t wasting away his doubts and fears. He was using them creatively. If he couldn’t get girls, he could at least write about that fact. He could turn his heartaches into subjects for his lyrics. It was a little bit like therapy.

 

He grabbed his coat as soon as he was finished and headed out of the warm, cozy pub. Guy called his name but he didn’t look back. He had work to do and he had to do it now or else he would lose his inspiration.

 

 

 

Back to School

Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

Guy was waiting at the studio when Jonny arrived the next morning.

"Why are you here?" Jonny asked, "Don't you have class or something?"

Guy stood up, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"I have something I need to talk to you about," Guy said.

Jonny stopped and looked at him.

"Geez....what's wrong? You are pale."

"It's something personal, but you can't tell anyone else...at least not yet."

Jonny sat down in a chair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It seems I have gotten myself into a predicament," Guy started, as he paced back and forth.

"Not some girl....you didn't......we warned you to be careful," Jonny said, like a stern father.

Guy stopped pacing and frowned at him.

"No...nothing like that," he said, "In fact, nothing to do with a girl at all."

Jonny was looking at him and listening intently.

"You see, I met this person that I really like and..."

"Wait a minute," Jonny interrupted, "Nothing to do with a girl and a person. Are you telling me you like a guy?"

Guy didn't answer, but his face gave away the truth.

"Shit," Jonny said, slowly.

"What?" Guy asked, worriedly, "Do you think that is bad?"

Jonny rubbed a hand across his face.

"Hell, I don't know," Jonny said, "It doesn't matter to me, but...it probably isn't so good for the band... and Chris...well he will.."

"I know," Guy said, before Jonny finished, "And there is something else too."

Jonny looked at Guy, almost afraid to ask what else there was.

"He's younger than me," Guy said.

"How much younger?" Jonny asked.

"He's just turned twenty-one," Guy said.

Jonny's eyes widened.

"Shit, Guy," he said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Would it be different if it was a twenty-one year old girl?" Guy asked.

"Yeah," Jonny said, "I don't really know why...but it would be okay then."

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"How far has this thing gone?" Jonny finally asked.

"Not far," Guy answered, truthfully.

"Maybe you should reconsider it," Jonny said.

"I will," Guy told him, "And thank you for being such a good friend."

 

 

 

Back to school

Chapter 11

 

 

"Tell me something," Rebecca said, smiling.

"Anything you want to know," Guy told her.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

Guy looked around at the restaurant they had just entered.

"I am starving after that movie," he told her.

"That's not what I mean," she said, as she followed him to a booth.

"Then what do you mean?" Guy asked.

The waitress approached and laid two menus on their table.

"Why did you ask me out on a date?" she explained.

"Because you are very sweet and very pretty," he told her honestly.

"Stop trying to charm me," she told him, "When I know you don't mean it."

Guy frowned at her.

"Of course I mean it," he said, "I don't blatantly lie to people I consider my friends."

"Okay," she said, "I will accept that. But isn't there someone else you would rather be on a date with?"

"I don't know what you mean," he told her.

"Come on," Rebecca said, "We are both adults here. Don't you think I see the way you look at Cassin?"

Guy dropped his eyes to stare at the table as he fiddled with the salt shaker.

"I've known him a long time," Rebecca said, "He is a good person. You would be lucky to have him."

"It isn't that simple," Guy told her with a wry little smile.

"Seems very simple to me," she said, "Two people who like each other and care about each other should be together."

Guy shrugged.

"Maybe if the situation was different. If I was younger or he was older or if I had a regular job or if..."

"Screw all those 'ifs'," Rebecca said with such force that Guy stared at her.

"I can tell you this....should anyone...male..female..anyone ever look at me the way you look at him...nothing..and I do mean

nothing and no one could keep me away from that person."

"That's a lovely romantic notion," Guy said, wistfully, "But real life doesn't work like that."

"You are my friend," Rebecca told him, "But you are such a fool if you pass up a chance like this."

"I appreciate your honesty," Guy told her, "But alot of people depend on me and I just can't let them down."

"And what about how you feel? Doesn't that count for anything?"

"Not really," he said, "Not when you stack it up against all those friends and family and others."

Rebecca grimaced.

"I hate to see you break his heart," she said, "He really deserves to be happy."

Guy shook his head.

"I never intended anything like this to happen. I just wanted to go back to school and finish my degree. It seemed like such a simple thing to do."

"I hate to see your heart broken too," she said, placing her hand over his, "You don't deserve that."

"It can't be helped," Guy said.

 

 

This chapter is very short but I have to leave and I wont be able to write for awhile.

 

Love Today

Chapter 6

 

 

 

Chris's PoV

 

I stood there holding Jonny. Don't leave? He doesn't want me to leave? I smiled at the thought. I felt his hand travel up my arm to my neck. He pulled away slightly to look at me. He smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, his eyes glistened as a tear rolled down his cheek.

 

“Don't cry.” I said catching his tear with my finger and wiping it away. His hand was now on my cheek, he pulled my face closer to his. Slowly his lips touched mine. He grabbed my face with both hands and deepened our kiss. My hands were around his waist pulling him as close as possible. We stumbled toward his bed, I fell on my back and he fell on top of me. My breath was becoming erratic as he removed my shirt and I removed his. Jonny stopped and looked at me.

 

“I love you, Chris. I love you so much.” He whispered in my ear. I couldn't help but to moan at his words, then his lips found mine again. He tore off my pants surprisingly easily. I fumbled with his pants slightly but managed to get them off.

 

His intuition was dumbfounding. He never once made me feel awkward or uncomfortable. It was if loving me was the most natural thing in the world. I lay across his chest and looked up smiling sleepily at him. He smiled wholeheartedly back and kissed the top of my head. I fell asleep complete and happy for once in my life.

 

 

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