Love Over This: Part Five

 

 

 

 

"Yes! Yes! A thousand time's yes!" Chloe exclaimed, jumping into Jonny's arms. "There is nothing more in my life that I have wanted!"

 

"I want to spend my entire life with you Chloe and this is only the beginning!" Jonny said. Chloe chuckled. "What's so funny?"

 

"You're so cheesy!" Chloe said, still laughing.

 

"Just call me an old-fashioned romantic!" Jonny said, uneasy.

 

"Well here is someone who loves that!" Chloe said, kissing Jonny.

 

"So when?" Jonny asked.

 

"When what?" Chloe said, puzzled.

 

"When shall we get married, silly!" Jonny said, producing his phone. "Shall we say next week?"

 

Chloe said nothing, just looked at Jonny- stunned.

 

"Great so I think next Friday!" Jonny said, reaching for the phone book as Chloe looked on in disbelief.

 

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"I'm back!" Gwyneth said, coming through the front door. "Where is Chris?" Gwyneth asked.

 

"In bed!" Guy said.

 

"In bed!?" Gwyneth asked.

 

"He wasn't feeling well!" Guy replied.

 

"Oh well, now we have time to ourselves!" Gwyneth said, putting the shopping down and slowly walking towards Guy and kissing him. Guy pulled away. "What's the matter?"

 

"I think we should end this before anyone gets hurt!" Guy said, bluntly.

 

"Well you have changed your tune!" Gwyneth said, acting like a little kid who isn't getting what she wants.

 

"You are cheating on your husband who you have been married to for years and who you have two children with, it is okay for me, I am single!" Guy said, looking away from Gwyneth.

 

"I thought you wanted to live here!" Gwyneth said, shaking her head, annoyed.

 

"I do!" Guy said, slamming his fist onto the table in front of him.

 

"I thought you were only staying here so we could spend time together!" Gwyneth exclaimed, standing up.

 

"I've been thrown out of my house!" Guy said.

 

"That's not true, you lied about that so you would have an excuse to live here, didn't you?" Gwyneth asked, doubting herself.

 

"No, I was telling the truth!" Guy said, sitting up and walking away.

 

"Where are you going?" Gwyneth shouted.

 

"Bed!" Guy said, running upstairs.

 

"Well two can play at your game!" Gwyneth said to herself before walking upstairs into her's and Chris' room where he was laying in the bed. "Chris!"

 

Chris looked up, grunted and asked "What do you want?"

 

"I want sex!" Gwyneth said. "I want sex right now!"

 

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 1

 

 

It was snowing again.

But then again it always snowed at the North Pole.

The reindeer were nervously slogging around in their pen.

It was the middle of the day and no one had been out to feed them.

Of course, at this time of the year it was hard to tell morning from afternoon and afternoon from night.

It was dark all the time.

But the reindeer knew the time of day because so far they had been denied breakfast and lunch.

"It's that damn new elf," Rudolph said to Prancer, "It's always the job of the new ones to take care of us."

Prancer shook his head and some collected snow fell off his antlers and into the empty food bowl.

"I tried to warn Santa about that one," Prancer said.

A low giggle came from behind them.

"What's so funny?" Rudolph asked, turning to see Vixen standing in her usual seductive pose.

"Well," she said, fluttering her big doe eyes, "You can't blame Santa. Mrs. Claus talked him into hiring the new elf. And he is absolutely adorable."

"Hmmppp," Prancer said, in disgust.

"I don't think he is so cute," Rudolph said.

"Don't be jealous, honey," Vixen told him, "You have your sexy red nose and he has those big gorgeous blue eyes."

"I don't care about any of that," Rudolph said, "All I care about is that my herd is starving. We will never be able to make our route on Christmas Eve if we don't get fed properly."

In the distance they heard a loud roar.

They all looked toward the log cabin that served as the elf workshop.

"He's going to get it now," Prancer said, "That was Santa yelling at him."

 

"MARTIN!!!!" Santa was yelling at the top of his lungs.

Chris didn't move. He was sleeping soundly in his cot.

Santa leaned closer to him and yelled again.

This time Chris sat bolt upright. The little red and white striped hat he was wearing tinkled as it had several bells attached to it.

"What are you doing sleeping?" Santa yelled.

"I...I...am sorry," Chris said, starting to climb out of his cot.

His little green elf shoes got caught on his blanket and he fell in a heap at Santa's feet.

Just then Mrs. Claus came walking into the room, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Oh good," she said, when she saw Chris, "I was hoping you were awake. I just made a delicious batch of cookies."

Chris hopped up and ran to her smiling.

Santa's face turned even redder.

"He has chores to do!!" Santa told his wife.

"Oh, he can do them later," Mrs. Claus said, "He is so slender. We need to feed him."

She took Chris by the arm and the too of them went skipping off to the kitchen.

Santa took a deep breath.

"I never should have hired that boy," he said, shaking his head, "I think he will be nothing but trouble."

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Santa walked into the kitchen with his hands resting on his suspenders.

Chris was sitting at the table with his long legs all curled up under him.

He was dipping the freshly baked cookies into a glass of milk.

A large milk moustache covered his upper lip.

"Here sweetie," Mrs. Claus said, attempting to wipe the milk away with the hem of her apron.

"Thanks," Chris said, with a mouth full of cookies and milk.

Mrs. Claus kissed him on the head and tousled his short curls.

"You are welcome," she said.

Santa rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

"Look here," he said, to Chris, "You are going to have to shape up if you want to be an elf."

Chris looked at him with big dopey eyes and said enthusiastically, "Oh I do...I do want to be an elf."

"Well, it is your job to feed the reindeer," Santa told him "and they haven't been fed yet today."

Chris drained the last bit of milk from his glass and jumped up from the table.

"I will do it now," he said, smiling brightly.

Santa took a deep breath.

"You better take on of the others with you," he cautioned.

"Why?" Chris asked.

"Because the reindeer will be hungry and they will be in no mood for being nice."

"Okay," Chris said, skipping out the door.

Outside he saw the head elf wiping his boots.

"Will you help me feed the reindeer?" he asked.

The head elf just looked at him and walked away.

Chris looked dejectedly at the ground and trudged off toward the barn.

"Fine," he said, "I will figure it out all by myself. Who needs them anyway."

"Pssst, here he comes," Prancer said, nudging Rudolph.

"Be nice," Vixen purred.

They both looked at her and rolled their eyes.

"I'm not sure what I am doing," Chris told the reindeer.

"Come over here and we will tell you," Prancer said in a friendly voice.

Rudolph winked at him slyly.

Chris brightened up and skipped over to the pen.

Right as he got near the fence, Rudolph and Prancer turned their rears to him and sprayed him with urine.

They both stated laughing.

Chris jumped back and squealed like a little girl.

"First lesson," a voice said from behind him, "Reindeer are cruel."

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

Chris looked down at his brand new elf shoes that were now covered in reindeer urine.

As he watched, icicles began to form on them.

"The reindeer can be evil," the voice said, as it moved up to stand behind him.

Chris turned his head and slowly looked at the friendly face of the elf beside him.

He wore the green and red striped cap of an elf who was already allowed to help Santa with the naughty and nice list.

He also was pushing a large cart that was full of sweet-smelling hay.

"I thought reindeer were sweet and kind. And stuff like that," Chris said innocently, "They always are in the Christmas stories."

The other elf shook his head and smiled a cute smile at him.

Chris noticed that his eyes glowed green.

"That's alot of stories just circulated to make capitalistic people buy the stuffed animals and ceramic figurines and other crap. I bet you think Santa is a kindly old grandfather too, huh?" he asked, handing a pitchfork to Chris.

Chris took the tool and looked at it in a questioning way.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"To help me shove this hay into the reindeer pen," he said, stabbing a large pile of the grass.

Chris wasn't sure how it worked but he did his best to emulate the other elf.

"My name is Jonny," the elf said.

"My name is Chris," Chris told him.

Jonny looked at him for a moment and said, "I know. Everyone is talking about you."

Chris threw his load of hay into the pen and it landed right on Rudolph's nose.

The other reindeer burst out laughing.

"Why are they talking about me?" Chris asked.

"Same as everywhere else," Jonny told him, "Anytime a new person arrives, the others always size him up."

Chris leaned on his pitchfork and looked sideways at Jonny.

"What do they say about me?" he asked.

Jonny looked at him in an embarrassed way.

"They are just jealous," Jonny said, not wanting to tell him what the other elves were saying.

Chris lowered his eyes.

"Why does everyone always hate me?" he asked, chewing on his lip.

Jonny laughed.

"It's not that," Jonny said, "We are just a very exclusive group and we want to make sure that everyone who works here does a good job."

Chris' large eyes flew open and he looked at Jonny.

"I will do a good job.....I really will," he said in a desperate tone.

"I believe you," Jonny said, "That is why I came out here to help you with this chore."

"But how will I ever get the other elves to like me?" Chris asked, sounding very sad.

"Just try to do what they say and keep your mouth shut," Jonny advised.

"Oh no...." Chris said, forlornly.

"What's the problem?" Jonny asked.

Chris shook his head.

"I can never keep my mouth shut," he said.

 

 

 

*strikes pose* I :will: FINISH MY FANFIC

 

 

Y is for Yellow, their first single ever

It's full of emotion, but the lyrics ain't clever

"All yellow" the song repeats. What does it mean?

And why yellow at all? Why not red or green?

But wait--we're not done yet. Yay, there's more!

A video of Chris drunkenly stumbling on the shore

 

Z is the end, the end of Jay-Z

The rapper is Coldplay's main homie

His lyrics may be angry, and he loves to swear

But there might be a moral hidden somewhere

Look into his lyrics, dissect them, my friend

I cannot say more--this is the end

 

 

Aww, I had so much fun writing this! I'm gonna miss it....:cry:

A Rush of Blood

 

 

 

Chapter XIII

 

 

Removed, PM me if you want to read it.

 

 

Love Over This: Part Six

 

 

 

 

"Give over! You ought to hear youself, you sound like some sort of slag!" Chris said, rolling over on his side, trying to get some sleep.

 

"Don't you love me anymore?" Gwyneth asked, biting her lip, staring daggers at Chris who was looking the other way.

 

"Of course I love you!" Chris mumbled.

 

"Well why don't you want sex?" Gwyneth asked, sarcastically.

 

"Because I'm tired, and drunk!" Chris replied, putting his pillow over his ears.

 

"Right!" Gwyneth shouted, turning round and storming out the door. Gwyneth ran down the stairs where she fell to the ground and began to sob. Guy quietly opened his bedroom door, peering across the balcony to see Gwyneth standing up and storming out the front door. Guy closed his door and walked into Chris' bedroom.

 

"Chris!" Guy said, staring at Chris.

 

"Gwyneth go away!" Chris said, pausing before realising that the voice he heard was ever so slightly lower than his wife. it wasn't Gwyneth. "Who's that?"

 

"It's Guy!" Guy replied, slowly walking towards Chris' bed.

 

"Guy! What are you doing here?" Chris asked, sitting up, staring into Guy's eyes.

 

"I want you Chris!" Guy said.

 

"You want me?" Chris said, puzzled.

 

"When you kissed me downstairs, I realised that I, well...."

 

"Well, what?" Chris said, realising his actions.

 

"I'm attracted to you!" Guy said before jumping into Chris' bed. Chris smiled before he kissed him and began to take his clothes off.

 

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"Ahh!" Chloe screamed. "I'm getting married!" Chloe continued before giving Jonny a massive kiss.

 

"Yes we are!" Jonny said, moving into kiss Chloe again.

 

"There is so much to do!" Chloe said, fretting.

 

"You need a ring first!" Jonny said, grabbing his soon-to-be wife by the hand and opening his front door before being met by Gwyneth at the doorstep.

 

"Oh" Gwyneth said, looking at the pair "I was about to ring the doorbell!"

 

 

 

SPRING & WINTER

 

Chapter 9

 

 

 

 

“What in God’s name are you doing?” I gasped.

 

Guy looked at me with nothing but confusion on his delicate features. “What?”

 

“Why are you...undressing?” I practically spat. Guy recoiled, looking as if I’d slapped him in the face.

 

“I was just going to have a quick swim. Do you mind? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was only going to take off the coat, shirt, and shoes...nothing else, my friend,” he chuckled.

 

“Oh,” I muttered, severely humiliated. I rubbed the back of my neck, and I was sure that my face must have mimicked the color of a ripe apple. I apologized to Guy and told him to go ahead and swim, but I’d gotten him out of the mood. He too was definitely a bit red in the face as he quickly re-buttoned his jacket. “I’m sorry; I just haven’t been swimming since I was a boy of seventeen or so. The possibility didn’t cross my mind.”

 

“It’s...all right. It’s fine.”

 

“Go ahead; swim!”

 

“No, no...no. You’ve made the entire situation awkward now.” Guy paused for a moment, trying to think of a way to change the subject. “So, Martin...Have you found a girl who catches your fancy? There were quite a few at your gathering, weren’t there?” I silently cursed my companion for making my embarrassment even worse.

 

“I...well, what about you? You were blessed with generous good looks. Is there a girl you...like? I wouldn’t want to give my attention to her and then have you at my neck.”

 

“Um...Joanna, I suppose. She’s beautiful, intelligent...and kind,” said Guy, smiling innocently. “Now don’t put the focus on me; what about you?”

 

“I haven’t really thought about it,” I admitted, breaking off a twig from a nearby tree. I could hear the water flowing behind me, and its sound was marvelously comforting. “What about the fair-haired one, Gwyneth?”

 

“She’s...”

 

“What?” I asked, noting the skeptical tone of his voice.

 

“She’s just used to getting every little thing she wants. She isn’t cold-hearted, really, just sheltered. But she is beautiful. I wish you luck if you want to go after her.”

 

“I don’t really ‘go after’ women,” I said without thinking about what it might sound like.

 

Guy smiled wryly. “No? So you go after men?”

 

I sputtered and gave a shrill cry of, “No! You know what I meant.” Guy rolled his eyes, clearly amused by my theatrics. He seemed to have gotten over the ‘swimming’ incident, or at least he was no longer blushing like a little rose. Oh, god. Did I just compare the man to a rose?

 

“So, I guess we should be heading back. I suppose I’ve made you angry enough for one day. I wouldn’t want you to avoid me forever. It’s quite lonely at my house.”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Guy. You should be angry with me, not the other way around. I’m terribly sorry for my stupidity, it’s a curse...”

 

“Don’t be that way,” Guy said dismissively. “Let’s just forget the entire thing happened, shall we?”

 

“All right,” I laughed. It was strange how Guy was the only man who could make me look like a complete fool without even trying. Or maybe he was trying, and I just didn’t know it. But he wouldn’t do that to me, would he?

 

We were about a mile away from my home when Guy decided that he should start heading back to his own house. “Are you sure it’s all right if I leave you?” he asked, for the twentieth time. I assured him once more that I could definitely find my way back. “Well, if you’re sure. I’ll see you around, Martin,” he said smoothly, waving goodbye. At the same time, my horse stretched its neck so it could nuzzle his.

 

“He seems to fancy your mare,” I chuckled.

 

“Come on, love, I’m afraid I can’t let you fall in love with that particular stallion.”

 

“Oh, it’s fine. He already has his eye on her. You can’t stop true love, Berryman.”

 

The corner of Guy’s mouth twitched. “No, I suppose you can’t.”

 

 

 

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Ho Ho Ho

 

Chapter 4

 

 

At the end of the elf work day Chris was sitting on his cot, all alone, making a list of all the things he needed to do to become a top-notch elf.

"Hey," a voice said.

Chris looked up.

A slender dark haired elf with an unusual accent was leaned against the wall.

"Hey," Chris said, suspiciously.

"Don't talk too much and don't act like a spaz," Chris kept repeating over and over to himself in his head.

"You are new," the dark-haired elf said

He was wearing the solid red shirt of the second in command elf.

"Yes," Chris nodded, "I am new."

It was practically physically painful for him to sit so still and not move at all.

He really longed to jump up and run around the room excitedly.

"Jonny says you are okay," the second in command told him.

Chris blue eyes twinkled and sparkled mischieviously but he calmly said, "Jonny has been a great help to me."

The dark-haired elf laughed.

"Everyone loves Jonny," he said, and then he added, "My name is Guy."

"Guy?" Chris thought to himself, "That's not a name. It's a noun."

But instead he just said, "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Some of us are having a party later," Guy said, "You can join us if you want."

"A party!!!!!" Chris thought, "How wonderful is that??? I love to go to parties."

But instead of saying that, Chris just said, "Thank you very much. I would love to go."

Guy looked him up and down.

"You don't seem like such an absentminded screw-up," he said.

"He likes me!!!!!!!!!!" Chris thought, bouncing off the walls in his head.

But instead he just said, "That's very kind of you to say so."

"Okay then," Guy said, standing up straight and putting his hands in his pockets, "I'll see you later over at the elf clubhouse."

Chris just nodded his agreement.

As soon as the door closed behind Guy, Chris jumped up off the bed and did a few cartwheels around the room.

Then he jumped onto his cot and jumped up and down a few times while yelling, "Wheee!!"

"I'm in.....I'm in....I'm in with the big boys!!!!" he kept repeating.

He jumped up one more time.

This time he fell of the edge of the bed and landed hard on the wooden floor.

When he opened his eyes, Jonny was standing over him.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Jonny asked.

Chris jumped up and clamped a hand over his mouth.

"You can't say words like that around here!!!" he told Jonny.

"Why not?" Jonny asked, "We just make the toys we don't see the kids."

"Oh," Chris said, straightening out his little elf hat that had ended up askew on his head.

"I came by to see if you wanted to go to the elf clubhouse with me," Jonny told him.

"Yes!!!!" Chris exclaimed brightly.

And then he changed it to, "I would like very much to accompany you."

Jonny smiled at him.

"You are getting the hang of it," he said, with a wink.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

"It's snowing!!" Chris said excitedly when he and Jonny opened the door to trek across the compound to the elf clubhouse.

Jonny looked at Chris.

"Yes," he said, slowly, "It tends to do that here at the North Pole."

Chris wrapped his big blue-striped scarf around his neck and lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he said, shoving his skinny mitten-encased hands into his fur-lined pockets.

"It's nothing," Jonny told him, "Just try not to say stuff like that at the elf clubhouse, at least not until they get to know you better."

Chris smiled and nodded.

His little head was filled with visions of bright Christmas lights, candles burning, jolly Christmas music playing loudly while everyone danced and sang.

He could practically smell the cookies and the eggnog and taste the lovely Christmas punch.

"I bet they have an awesome tree too," he thought to himself.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"Nothing," Chris said, "Why?"

"You are smiling from ear to ear," Jonny told him with a laugh.

"I am just ready for this party," Chris said, as they approached the door of the large two-story wooden structure.

Smoke was billowing lazily from two large fireplaces.

Jonny stopped on the long, wide porch and stomped the snow from his shoes.

Chris did the same. As he stomped, the little bells on his elf shoes rang.

Jonny looked at him in horror.

"You didn't wear work shoes, did you?" he asked.

Chris' eyes grew large.

"Yes," he said, "Wasn't I supposed to?" he asked.

Jonny slowly shook his head from side to side.

"Don't worry about it," he told Chris, "Just leave the shoes with your snow boots."

"But why wasn't I supposed to wear them?" Chris asked.

"You'll see," Jonny said, opening the door of the clubhouse.

Chris' could not believe what he saw.

All the male elves were sitting in leather easy smoking pipes and munching on caviar, cheese and crackers.

One was reading the Wall Street Journal.

One was reading the newest issue of The Economist.

Two of them were engaged in a heavy debate about the future of the space program.

Some of the female elves were all huddled together doing yoga.

A few of them were gathered around a DVD player watching episodes of "Oprah."

Jonny looked at Chris.

The smile had disappeared from his face.

"This is so not what I expected," Chris said, sadly.

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

At lunch the next day, Guy sauntered over to the table where Jonny and Chris sat.

He sat down and took out his caribou sandwich.

"So," he asked, "What did you think of the party last night?"

Chris was busy making lists on the back of his sandwich wrapper and didn't hear him.

Jonny elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"Oooo, I'm sorry," Chris said, "What did you say?"

"I asked how you liked the party last night?" Guy said, patiently, watching Chris making his lists.

"It was good," Chris said, looking to Jonny for help.

Jonny smiled and winked his encouragement that Chris had behaved properly.

"It sucked," Guy said, taking another bite.

Chris jerked his head up.

"You should come over to one of our real parties," Guy said, with a wink.

"Yeah??" Chris asked.

Guy wiped his mouth with his reindeer fur napkin and stood up.

"I'll let you know where and when," he said, quietly, before walking away.

"Wow....." Jonny said, watching Guy strut away.

"What?" Chris asked.

"You just got invited to the Holy Grail of parties," Jonny said.

"Is that good?" Chris asked.

"Yep," Jonny said, with sparkling eyes, "It's sort of like being invited to the Playboy Mansion."

Chris swallowed hard.

"How will I ever learn how to behave there?" Chris asked, with a terrified look on his face.

Jonny looked at him and laughed and then he tousled his hair so that the little bell on his cap rang.

"You don't understand," he told Chris, "You can behave however you want at that place."

Chris took a deep breath.

"Finally!!" he said, "Something that I can do and not screw it up."

The loud whistle sounded that signaled the end of the elves lunch break.

Chris gathered all his lists and shoved them into his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Jonny asked.

Chris shrugged.

"It's a bad habit I have," he said, "Making lists all the time. It is kind of like an obsession."

Jonny stared at him.

"Then you should be in administration working for Santa in the office. How did you get stuck in manufacturing?"

"I guess because I told them I loved to play with toys," Chris said.

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 7

 

 

"Can I help you?" the secretary asked.

Jonny nervously took off his striped elf hat and fiddled with the edge of it.

"I would like to see the Head Elf," he said in a stutter.

The secretary looked him up and down and chewed on her pencil.

"He is kind of busy," she said, snobbishly, "This is the rush season."

"I know..." Jonny stammered, "But it is kind of important."

The secretary tightened her mouth into a straight line.

"Okay," she said, "But only because you are head of that naughty and nice list committee."

Jonny walked slowly into the office of the Head Elf.

He had never been there before.

He had just heard of its' existence.

The Head Elf was sitting in his large desk chair, facing away from Jonny.

Suddenly, the chair whirled around and Jonny was face to face with the head elf.

Jonny felt like he might throw up so he just concentrated on the nameplate on the desk.

"Will.." he kept saying to himself, "His name is Will."

The Head Elf looked up at Jonny over black rimmed glasses.

"Yes?" he asked, "What is it?"

"Sir, I am Jonny. I am head of the Naughty and Nice List Makers Union, Local #42."

"And?" Will said, impatiently.

"And I would like to request that I be assigned another elf."

"Hmmmm," Will said, looking over Jonny's file.

"Why? You already have your required number?"

"Yes sir," Jonny said, fidgeting nervously, "But you see there is this elf...Chris...and he is so good at making lists....as a matter of fact extremely obsessive about it and right now he is in another job. I think it would benefit my crew immensely to have him switched to my section."

The Head Elf, Will, sat back in his chair.

"What makes you think you can come here and make a request like this? I have heard of this new elf, Chris. Santa told me all about him. From what I have heard he is a bit of a screw-up."

Jonny swallowed hard. He was about to take a big chance which might result in both him and Chris getting thrown out of the elf legion.

"I think that he just hasn't found the right job to do yet. I think he can be a stand-out in the list section."

The Head Elf swung his chair around so that his back faced Jonny.

"Fine." he said, "Do it. Switch him to your section."

Jonny looked up in disbelief.

"Thank you..." he stammered.

"That's all," the Head Elf said.

Jonny didn't say anymore.

He backed slowly out of the room.

"I see you are still alive," the secretary quipped.

"Yes," Jonny said, smiling in relief as he jammed his hat back down over his unruly hair.

He went walking briskly down the hall, whistling a tune.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

"Are you really wearing that to the party?" Jonny asked Chris.

"I shouldn't?" Chris asked.

Jonny shrugged.

"Most everyone else won't be wearing work clothes. It will just be jeans and t-shirts."

Chris smiled and looked at himself in the mirror.

"I like this outfit. I am so proud to be an elf," he said, taking in the green felt suit with the red and white striped leggings and the little green elf shoes, "And it makes me look cute."

He winked at himself in the mirror.

"Okay," Jonny said, "If that is what you want."

"Glad you made it," Guy said, greeting Jonny and Chris at the door.

Chris looked around the room in amazement.

This was more like the party he had envisioned the first night.

The room was full of gorgeous young female elves.

Guy, Jonny, Chris and two others were the only males at the party.

"Whoa," Jonny said, with a whistle, "I see why these parties are legendary."

Guy looked around the room and laughed.

He handed a bottle of liquid to Jonny and Chris.

"Reindeer piss?" he asked.

"What?" Chris asked, looking at the bottle suspiciously.

"It's beer," Guy explained.

"Sure," Jonny said, taking a bottle and indulging in a long swallow.

But Chris spotted something else.

"Karaoke!!!" he exclaimed, "You have a karaoke machine!!!"

He was already across the room, checking the machine out.

Guy looked at Jonny and tapped his bottle against Jonny's.

"You were right," he told Jonny, "That Chris is the life of any party."

A short fifteen minutes later, Chris had already sung three songs and attracted quite the crowd of adoring females.

"He's so cute," one said, sighing deeply.

"Look at his eyes," another one swooned.

"Eyes?" another one said, "Look at that butt."

They all laughed.

Soon Chris had talked Jonny and Guy into singing a song with him.

"I never heard of this song," Guy admitted, "It's called 'Yellow.' It sounds like it was written by a five-year-old."

"Me either," Jonny said, "But the band that sings it is called Coldplay. And we live at the North Pole. We must have something in common with them."

For some reason, possibly because he was falling down drunk, this struck Guy as extremely funny and he doubled over laughing.

They made quite the picture crooning into the microphone: Guy in his sunglasses and t-shirt, Jonny in his standard truckers cap and Chris in his striped knit hat with his little green elf shoes.

 

 

 

this part is kinda short, but i don't care because the next part is going to be reallllllly long.

 

The Escapists

 

Part 13

 

“Chris, can I talk to you for a minute?” Paul asked. Oh, God, what did he want now? I looked at Jonny, who merely shrugged, and sighed.

 

“Yeah.” I walked with him over to the side of the lunchroom.

 

“Listen, Chris, I am so, so sorry... for everything. Everything I've ever put you through. I just... I didn't know how to handle all of this, and I did it really, really stupidly. I swear, if I could go back in time and change the way I acted, I would. It was... stupid.”

 

“Yeah, it was.”

 

“And all that stuff that happened to you and Jonny in the beginning of the year, you guys don't deserve that. No one deserves that, actually, but especially not you guys.” Oh no. This apology is starting to work... “And any contributions I made to that can be listed under the stupid stuff I've done to you.”

 

“Thank you.” He looked at me blankly for a few moments before continuing.

 

“Go on, I know what you want to ask me.”

 

“What?”

 

“Do I still...”

 

“Oh... do you?”

 

“To be honest, I don't think I could ever stop. Maybe. Who knows? It doesn't matter now, anyway, 'cause you're with Jonny and I'm with Genieva. You probably still hate me. That's life. It's fine. Life goes on.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I'm so sorry.” He left, and I walked back over to Jonny.

 

“Dammit!” I exclaimed, dropping into my seat.

 

“What?”

 

“How am I supposed to hate him if he goes and apologizes for everything?!”

 

“He did?”

 

“Yeah, and now I can't hate him.”

 

“Maybe that's a good thing," Jonny said. "I mean, it's not really fun to hate people, is it? It's much better to... well, not hate them.”

 

“Ah, Jonny," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're so wise. What would I do without you?”

 

“Cry.”

 

“Probably... oh, hey! So, anniversary tomorrow!”

 

"I can't believe it's already here."

 

"I know! We've been together for a year now. Kinda over a year, if you think about it... anyway, you, me. Out. Tomorrow night."

 

"OK."

 

"Seven-thirty. Sharp. Don't dress up."

 

"Don't dress up?"

 

"Don't. Just wear whatever you want. Or go naked, I couldn't care less."

 

"Why do you have to be so forward when we're out in public?"

 

"Do you want me to be more forward when we're alone, eh, eh?" I said, giving him a wink. Jonny shook his head disapprovingly and placed his forehead in his hand.

 

"Oh, Chris."

 

"... Is that a yes?"

 

 

The Escapists

 

Part 14

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

The suspense was killing me. It was five minutes to half-past seven, and I was waiting rather impatiently for Chris to arrive. Since he told me not to dress up, I just wore my regular old jeans and my favorite green and white striped shirt. Chris always said I looked dashing in stripes.

 

I sat in a chair in the kitchen by the door. I had one hand resting on the table, mindlessly tapping away, and the other hand raised so I could look at my watch every few seconds. The minutes dragged on and on. To occupy myself, I tried to think of where Chris could be taking me. He was so freaking vague with everything he said. And even if he had given any clues, I could never really be sure. Chris is a bit bonkers, though I adore that.

 

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Seven-thirty. Knocking. Right on time.

 

The door flung open as a result of me pulling it in what seemed like an attempt to rip it from it's hinges.

 

“Hi Chr- mum?!” I was so let down to see a thirty-nine-year-old woman standing in front of the door rather than the eighteen-year-old man I was expecting. She started giggling.

 

“I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! I knew you were waiting, and so I just decided to come out here and-”

 

“Mum! … Wait, how did you get out here?”

 

“I went 'round through the back.”

 

“Seriously? Just to trick me into thinking that Chris was here?” Suddenly, someone spoke from behind me.

 

“What do you mean? I am here.” I turned around and threw myself at Chris. He fell back a bit, laughed and warmly returned my hug.

 

“I'm so happy right now that I'm going to forget the fact that you're both jerks.”

 

“Good, because I wouldn't want you thinking I was a jerk on our anniversary,” he laughed and kissed my ear.

 

“Oh, wow,” my mum said, her hand to her heart. “A whole year already. You boys have grown up so fast.”

 

“Can we go now?” I asked, still impatient.

 

“Absolutely,” Chris said. I grabbed his arm and ran out the door, narrowly missing my mother.

 

“Bye, mum.”

 

“Bye boys! Don't have too much fun, eh!”

 

“Mum!” Why must she embarrass me all the time? Is it some sort of parent thing to do?

 

Chris and I walked silently down the road. It was starting to get a little darker. The sun would be going down soon. I couldn't tell where we were walking to, since there were a number of places for us to go in the direction we were headed. “Where are we going?”

 

“You'll see.” Chris lifted his arm, looked at his wrist, then grabbed my arm and looked at my wrist. Apparently he realised he wasn't wearing a watch. “We've got about ten minutes 'til sunset.”

 

“Then what?”

 

“Then the sun sets, my friend.”

 

We continued walking, talking about silly little things. After a few minutes it became apparent where we were headed- the river. I should have known; we spend all our time there.

 

Chris stopped right outside the trail by the side of the road, and held his arm out to stop me. He looked at my watch again, smiled, and said, “It's time.”

 

“Time for what?” He didn't answer, he just grabbed my hand and started walking. He led me down the small path to the clearing. As we drew closer, I started to notice that something was different.

 

There were white and yellow ribbons hanging from the trees. They grew more and more frequent as we got closer and closer. Then there were flowers that looked as though someone had just planted them. Petunias? I'm not a flower expert, so I really don't know. Then I noticed something else. Beneath our feet was some sort of maroon paper, rolled out in an attempt to be like a red carpet. Everything looked so gorgeous.

 

When we finally reached the clearing, I was completely breathless. It was decorated exactly as the trail had been, with one huge exception. The maroon paper stopped in front of the river, right under a makeshift arch. It looked like it was composed of broken tree branches and pale yellow string. Chris proudly held his arms out to point out the decorations.

 

“Well, what do you think?” he asked, standing in the middle of the opening.

 

“I think it's... magnificent. You did this all by yourself?”

 

“Yeah, I spent all day here.”

 

“Wow.”

 

“It was nothing. I just wanted this to be special.” He held his hand out to me, and I gladly placed my hand in his. “Come on.”

 

We walked down under the arch. Chris once again stole a glance at my watch.

 

“Perfect,” he whispered.

 

“What's perfect?”

 

“Five... four... three... two...” Suddenly, the setting sun spilled into the clearing through a hole in between the trees. The light shot through the arch, covering everything in orange. Chris smiled brightly and grabbed both of my hands.

 

“Jonny... Jonny boy... Jonathan. When I met you, I never imagined any of this happening. I'm glad it did. I really love you... more than life, even. In fact, if I had to choose between you and life, I'd choose you. Because... well, you might think, 'what's the point of me without life?' but what's the point of life without you?”

 

“Chris...”

 

“We don't have to do all of this... now or anything. I know it would have been nice of me to ask you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise. But, like I said, we don't-”

 

“No, let's do this.”

 

“Yeah?” he smiled.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I had this whole speech prepared, but it doesn't... it doesn't feel like that's enough. But we don't need super fancy speeches, right? Jonny, I love you, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise.”

 

“Chris, I love you and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise.”

 

“Way to be original,” he laughed. “Oh!” He reached into his pocket, pulled out two shiny things, stuck one on my hand and the other in my hand, which I then placed on his finger. He held it up to his face and admired it. “There, that's better.”

 

“Where did you get these?”

 

“The jewelry store,” he innocently replied.

 

“Do I want to know how much they cost you?” He shook his head and smiled.

 

“It was worth it.” He leaned forward and softly kissed me. “Now, follow me!” With that, he bolted off to the rocks that ran across the river. He hopped up on them and began to cross. Halfway over, though, he stopped and turned. “Come on, Jonny!”

 

I reluctantly followed him deeper into the woods, to a place I'd never been. There was another small opening, again decorated with flowers and streamers.

 

“Reception time!” he chirped, pulling me into the center of the clearing. “We have to have our first dance.”

 

“You really went all out on this, didn't you?”

 

“It's a special day, Jonny, it had to be perfect.”

 

“It is.” He looked at me, and I could see the start of tears forming in his eyes. He just kept staring, until something made him snap out of it.

 

“The dance! Right, so I couldn't get any music out here... so you'll have to listen to me sing instead.”

 

“That's fine.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. He started humming, but I couldn't exactly tell what he was humming. It did sound familiar, though.

 

“Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night, it's only right to think about the... guy you love and hold him tight, so happy together... If I should call you up, invest a dime, and you say you belong to me, and ease my mind, imagine how the world could be, so very fine. So happy together...”

 

“The Turtles?”

 

“It was either that or Whitney Houston,” he said, “but I didn't think I could hit the falsetto well enough. I can't see me loving nobody but you for all my life. When you're with me, Jonny, the skies'll be blue for all my life... Me and you, and you and me, no matter how they toss the dice, it had to be... the only one for me is you, and you for me, so happy together... Have you heard enough, yet?”

 

“No, keep singing.”

 

“Aw, why? I sound like shit.”

 

“No, you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.”

 

“You're only saying that because you're my husband.”

 

“Maybe, but I also believe it's true.”

 

“That, dear Jonny, is because love has blinded you.”

 

“Wouldn't it be deafened?” I laughed.

 

“Yes, but I recall telling you love has blinded you for some reason or another, so it has blinded and deafened you. Jonny, you're the Helen Keller of love.” There was a silence that lasted a few short moments before we both burst out laughing. “If I start singing again, you better join.”

 

“Fine.”

 

“OK, ready? One, two...” And so we danced and sang, and sang and danced. Neither of us could remember how long the song went on for, so we just kept repeating everything over and over until we realised that it was really dark and cold out. We decided it was probably best to return to our respective houses.

 

“Are we gonna tell our parents about this?” I asked as we walked down the dark street.

 

“Hmm... nah.”

 

“Do you think they'll know anyway?”

 

“Jonny, I've been wearing that string ring for the past six months, and neither of my parents even noticed. I don't think there's anything to worry about.”

 

“What about my parents?”

 

“Well, if they do know, it's not the end of the world. Besides, we're practically adults now. We're allowed to make our own decisions.”

 

“Good point... Chris?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Thank you for tonight. It was the most amazing thing ever.”

 

“It wouldn't have been anything without you.” We finally reached my house, and Chris walked me up to the door.

 

“Do you want a ride home?” I asked. “It's pretty cold out.”

 

“No, I'll be fine.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, I'm sure.”

 

“I don't want you to leave.”

 

“I don't want me to leave, either. But we'll see each other tomorrow, probably. I think my parents might start to worry if I don't come home soon.”

 

“You could call them... ask them if you could spend the night here. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind.”

 

“Jonny! Well... it is our wedding night, eh, eh?” He leaned forward and whispered, “See, I'm being more forward when we're alone,” and then gave me the same wink he had the day before. He's ridiculous.

 

“So I see. But if my parents are home, I hope you're not suggesting...”

 

“Did you save yourself, Buckland?”

 

“Oh my God, CHRIS! What if my parents are, like, listening through the door?”

 

“We're not!” a voice called through the mail slot in the door. I was horrified.

 

“Oh, shit!” Chris exclaimed. “Yeah, I think I'm gonna go home now. Bye!” He quickly kissed me, then ran off in the direction of his house. I slowly opened the door to find my parents sitting in the two chairs beside it, obviously trying to hide their eavesdropping.

 

“How much of that did you hear?” I suppose it didn't matter how long they'd been listening, but I knew they heard what Chris said. I was absolutely horrified.

 

“Enough of it, I think,” my mum giggled. “Jonny, don't be growing up too fast, now.” I looked over at my dad. He was just kinda staring at the ground. He probably felt like I did.

 

It's times like these I wish I could just escape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

 

“I can't look!” Chris shouted, covering his eyes with his hand. Jonny held a sloppily-opened manila envelope in his hand, and Chris was trying to shove another at him. “You do it.”

 

“Fine,” Jonny said, grabbing the other envelope. “But I don't see what you're so worried about.”

 

“You don't? Jonny, this is our future! We're married now, remember?”

 

“Yeah, I'm just saying that whatever the paper says, we'll make this work.”

 

“I know, but it would be easier if they both say the same thing.”

 

“Well, we'll find out soon enough,” Jonny said, tearing open the envelope. He slowly removed the papers from inside and silently read them. Chris peeked through his fingers.

 

“Well?” Jonny slowly looked up, a blank expression on his face. Chris grew increasingly anxious, eventually to the point that he jumped from his chair towards Jonny and snatched the papers from his hands.

 

“Oh my god! I got in! We got in!” Chris threw the papers behind him and hugged Jonny tightly. “Jonny, we're going to UCL together!”

 

“I know! This is gonna be so great.”

 

“We can get our own place. We'll live together, and we'll be a married couple, and everything will be right.”

 

“And we'll be going to college... We're so old.” Chris nodded in agreement.

 

“Everything's so real... but it won't be so scary if we do this together. When we do this together.”

 

 

Ever heard of EPICS? They're long stories put in poetic form. Here it is. Poetry makes things feel less awkward to me..

 

Druids Came Out of the Trees

 

Part 1

 

 

'Twas a normal day at the Bakery

And in the rec room,

Jonny was watching TV

Unmindful of his doom

 

Actually watching TV

Is too tame of a term

It was more of a battle

Of words that make you squirm

 

But in the end Will won

And sat on Guy

With Chris and Jonny in each hand

And triumph in his eye

 

When he turned it to soccer

There was a knock on the door

And a simple white letter

Fluttered to the floor

 

Addressed to "Jonh Buklind"

And "Wshng yoo b well"

It was apparent that

The sender couldn't spell

 

I shall read you the letter

Sans the spelling mistakes

It would be too hard for you to read

Who knows how long it would take?

 

"Dear Jonny," the letter read,

"You are hereby invited

To a special ceremony honoring you

We swear you will be delighted

 

There is music, and dancing,

And cake, your favorite food

Come clothed in your best outfit

Being naked is just rude

 

Meet us in the big field

In Glastonbury, UK

Come to this glorious party

COME HERE TODAY!!!!"

 

Druids Came Out of the Trees

 

Part 2

 

 

 

Excited as Chris reading fanfics

Jonny dressed for the event

He came out wearing his Viva jacket

And his green hat, which Will had bent

 

Jonny ran out the door, saying

"Goodbye, Chris! Goodbye, Guy!"

He conveniently forgot Will,

Who grunted in reply

 

"Where the heck's he going?"

Chris asked curiously

Will growled, "He looks so drugged,

I can't take him seriously."

 

Acting like the paparazzi

Following a movie star,

Guy took pictures of Jonny

Getting into his car

 

Jonny drove and he drove

Until the road disappeared

Suddenly he was in a field

Staring at that one thing he feared...

 

 

Ooh, what's Jonny staring at? We shall find out on the next episode of...this.

Dunno how this thingy is but here it is! My fanfic. :D

 

And You Carry The One. - Chapter 1

 

They sat in their hotel room. Chris was scribbling away at a sheet of paper furiously. Will sat in a chair and stared at the clock. Guy sat on the couch next to Chris and stared at a book. Jonny just sat there and stared at Guy. The airport had made a mistake on their flight schedule and the next available flight wasn’t until tomorrow. The clocked ticked and tocked as most clocks do. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It seemed the only one with something to do was Chris. Will was the first to notice.

 

“Chris what’ve you got there?” said Will.

 

“A sheet of paper.” answered Chris.

 

“What’s on it?”

 

“Numbers.”

 

“What sort of numbers?”

 

“The sort you count with.” said Chris.

 

Will sighed and looked annoyed. Chris smiled. He loved it when he was annoyed. It was a rare sight. Chris looked briefly around the room and saw that Jonny was eye raping Guy. He let out a soft laugh and went back to his paper.

 

If I carry the one….. no the five. Add 3. Divide by pi. Multiply again. Fuck! I should have carried the one. And then divide…..

 

He got it. He smiled inwardly. He had done it again.

 

“Hey guy’s, I…”

 

His voice was cut of by a screech and a blinding white light.

Chris shielded his eyes. Will and Guy did the same. Jonny shielded himself with Guy.

The light faded away and the boys were suddenly in a large, empty white room that seemed to go on forever. It took a minute for them to realize what on Earth had happened, and if they were even were on Earth. Chris had a wide smile on his face. Will looked around confused and bewildered. Jonny was wide eyed and still shielded with Guy. Guy was trying to pry Jonny off him. Will turned his attention to Chris and sudden realization hit him in the face.

 

“Oh fuck. Not again Chris.”

 

Chris had divided by zero.

 

 

 

:sneaky:

The Drums

 

It's quiet. I can feel the pedal under my foot, just asking to be pressed. I slowly push my foot down, and the felt beater pounds the drum. The sound fills the small room, and calms my nerves.

 

I reach down and pick up the drumsticks. The wood feels smooth and comfortable in my clammy hands. I carefully hit the cymbal. Its echo makes its way through my ears. Snare. Snare.

 

The anxiety softens with every beat, every hit of the drums. Everything feels right in this seat. No troubles, no worries.

 

I pick out a beat, and slowly transform the random sounds into a calming drum line. Maybe one day it'll turn into a full song. For now, it's doing a very fine job of helping me.

 

There's a man laying beside me, sprawled out unconscious on the sofa. I'm not worried about the noise; he won't wake up anytime soon. I just keep hitting and pressing and feeling the sound rush through me.

 

My name is Will Champion, and drumming is my passion.

 

Even when I was a child, it always helped. I never played drums until I was older, but rhythm was a major part of my life. When I would walk places, I listened to the footsteps around me, the sound of pant legs rubbing against one another. Life is so rhythmic.

 

Ticking clocks, pencils scratching, people breathing, tapping feet. In every room I ever entered, there was always something to listen to. Some people just don't listen.

 

Some people just don't listen. I always listen. The drums don't listen. No, the drums talk. They speak, you just have to hear it.

 

"Close your eyes, relax," they say. "Throw all your problems away. There's nothing to worry about here, behind us."

 

I listen. They're right. Nothing is a problem when I sit behind the drums. It doesn't matter. It never happened.

 

My name is Will Champion, and tonight I killed my best friend.

 

 

oh geez!

One Day Like This

Chapter 3

 

 

 

Guy pressed the button for the 11th floor. He had no idea why he doing any of this. He got out, then walked down the long hallway until he reached room 1162. He stopped in front of the door.

 

Now what, genius? Are you just going to knock? It's one o'clock in the fucking morning.

 

He knew he was crazy. He leaned against the door and sat down, back against the door. He put his head in his hands and sighed silently.

 

So I guess I'll just sit here...? he thought, defeated.

 

No, I can't just give up, I have to try at least.

 

Try what?

 

He was battling with his thoughts now.

 

Try to find a way to be near her.

 

Is that what I really want? He was fairly certain it was.

 

He stood then, and with confidence knocked three times on her door. He heard her opening the locks almost immediately.

 

Maybe she couldn't sleep either?

 

She opened the door and the look on the look on her face was one of concern.

 

"What's wrong Guy? Are you OK?"

 

She's....worried about me? Well it makes sense I guess. It's not exactly typical for someone to visit someone at one in the morning.

 

But he felt and ache in his chest. For some reason, her concern made him want to cry.

 

Get a grip!

 

"Oh....um yeah, I'm fine." No I'm not.

 

"I just wanted to come and um....say goodbye to you properly.

 

Where did all of that confidence go? he wondered with self-irritation.

 

" 'Cuz my flight leaves at 7, and I didn't think I'd get a chance to see you again before I left."

 

Emily could feel her face light up. She was finding it increasingly difficult to restrain her joy.

 

I can't believe he came here just to do that. Maybe he.......No. She wouldn't let herself think that. She wouldn't give herself any false hope.

 

I'm being ridiculous again. Obviously he just wants to be a gentlemen. There's no way there's anything else to it.

 

"Thanks Guy. But geez you freaked me out for a second. I thought something really bad had happened!" She laughed nervously.

 

"Sorry" Guy said, a dopey smile crossing his face. His face quickly turned serious though.

 

"I didn't wake you or anything, did I?"

 

"Nope. The damned thermostat is what's been keeping me awake. It's broken, and the temperature is stuck at like 60 degrees. And to top it off, they didn't put any blankets in my room, only sheets. I've never heard of such a thing!" As if on cue, she shivered, then grimaced.

 

"You're cold?". Emily was taken aback by the gentleness of his tone; the softness of his expression; the concern clearly visible in his dark eyes.

 

"Well, it's not a huge deal." she added, shrugging. She didn't like to see him worry about her. But then she uncontrollably shivered again. Damn.

 

"That won't do." said Guy, shaking his head. "I can't leave you to freeze to death." He laughed lightly. "But seriously though. That wouldn't be right of me." he hesitated for a moment, thinking. "I could.....help you to keep warm, if you'd like. If I wrapped my arm around you...while you lie in bed.....it might help." He scratched his head and nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

 

What is my problem today, really? I'm turning into Chris, with all this nervous energy.

 

The oddest thing was that he was usually very confident with women. He had a knack for knowing what to say and how to say it. Nervousness and shyness had never been a factor before. Apparently that no longer applied.

 

And to top it all off I just made myself sound like a creepy pervert that's just trying to get into her pants.

 

Truthfully, the thought had never even crossed his mind, which was also more than a little odd. None of this made any sense. Here he was, at the door of a beautiful girl's hotel room and yet all he wanted to do was put his arm around her, and maybe talk some more.

 

"Um..."Emily stared to answer, but she made the mistake of playing out the scene in her head.

 

Guy Berryman.....in the same bed as me.....his arm wrapped around me......

 

She felt herself start to sway and leaned against the doorframe for support. This was too much to take.

 

"Su...sure, if...if you want."

 

"What's wrong?" Guy asked frowning worriedly.

 

"Are you alright? Em?"

 

When did she say he could call her Em? Without waiting for an answer, Guy was next to her in a moment, helping to support her weight.

 

"Hey." He snapped his fingers in front of her face.

 

"Hey! Are you OK?" he asked earnestly.

 

Emily had just opened her mouth to reply but didn't get the chance because Guy had already lifted her up in his arms and carried her inside and onto the bed, where he lay her down gently. Emily opened her eyes hesitantly, slowly refocusing.

 

"Are you alright?" asked Guy a third time. His eyes were large and filled with worry.

 

What the fuck is wrong with you, fainting like that! Pull yourself together!

 

She pinched herself, hard, and the dizziness subsided. She sat up immediately.

 

"I'm fine. Just overtired I guess." She grinned sheepishly.

 

Guy let out a sigh of relief. "You really had me worried there. I thought you were sick...or something...." he said, every word he spoke getting quieter and quieter until it was barely audible. He sat in silence for a moment, then smiled hugely.

 

"I'm just glad you're OK."

 

Emily smiled in return, weakly. That smile! Is he trying to kill me?

 

"I really should go Emily. I've kept you awake for too long. You don't need to be bothered by me anymore, especially not at such a late hour. It's ridiculous...." I need to stop rambling on and on like this!

 

He stood up to leave, and as he did so, he put his hand on hers. He was going to say goodbye. But then he noticed how cold her hand was and remembered what he had said earlier.

 

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, I promised that I'd keep you warm tonight, didn't I? Well, if you still want me to that is. I know it's sort of a weird thing to ask."

 

He looked down, averting his eyes from hers. He felt he owed those eyes some sort of explanation as to why he was acting so strangely. But he didn't have one.

 

"If you're sure you want to" said Emily, a small smile on her face.

 

"I do" he said, without hesitation.

 

He started at her a moment.

 

"You really need to get some sleep. Into bed" he commanded, laughing.

 

Emily laughed right along with him, climbing into the bed on the right side and pulling the thin sheet over her. Tentatively, Guy climbed in on the left.

 

"Are you sure you're not uncomfortable with this?"

 

Emily rolled her eyes discreetly. As if she minded this one bit.

 

"Yes I'm sure!" she said, laughing again. Ugh I need to stop laughing she chastised.

 

"OK," said Guy, "you just lay on your side, and I'll wrap my arm around you.....like this", he said, putting his arm around her gently.

 

"Are you any warmer now?"

 

"Yes, thank you."

 

Warm? I'm practically on fire right now! she thought. This is too perfect to be real. I'm actually in the same bed as Guy Berryman .And he's sort of hugging me..

 

The thought was almost too much for her to bear.

 

 

 

Ok so I know I promised an interesting chapter, and I swear I had planned to! But once I typed this chapter out I realized how ridiculously long it was, so I had to break it into 2 chapters. Actually, even with the break, it's still a long chapter:thinking:.

 

One Day Like This

Chapter 4

 

 

 

"You getting tired yet?"

 

Hah. How could I sleep under these circumstances!!?? she thought with a level of exhilaration she had never felt before.

 

"Can we talk some more?" she asked.

 

I should say no. She needs her rest. But........

 

But she had suggested what he had wanted most from her, strange as it was. He couldn't say no. So they lay there, talking, until it was practically daylight. Emily was finally started to nod off. She had become tired ages ago, but hadn't wanted to sleep, preferring instead to savor the precious little time she had left with Guy.

 

He noticed her finding harder and harder to keep her eyes open. He took his arm from around and stroked her hair gently. Even in the limited light, he could see how beautiful that hair was. He thought it was her best feature. She was definitely asleep now, her breathing smooth and even. Guy noticed the first little rays of sunlight coming through the curtains, and the way that her hair caught the light. It was breathtaking.

 

Her hair must contain a thousand colors, he thought with awe.

 

Wow, that's such a cheesy thing to say.

 

But he realized then that he didn't care, because it was true. He took note of her face then; her calm, serene, beautiful face. Eyes closed, hair in casual disarray, and still just as beautiful. He couldn't remember ever being in bed with a girl so beautiful. He lifted his hand to stroke her face gently.

 

And such beautiful skin........

 

"How many times have I used the word 'beautiful' to describe her?" he wondered aloud.

 

It was becoming too much for him to bear. He ached with longing for her. He didn't know exactly what this feeling was, or how to describe it, but he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, gently. But it was enough to wake her, and her eyes fluttered open instantly, filled with shock.

 

Hopefully that's not a bad sign he thought nervously.

 

It wasn't.

 

I can't believe...did he really just do that? To me? This can't be happe.....she stopped herself. It was happening.

 

He wants more than just idle chatter.

 

She finally made the grand realization, and it filled her with the greatest level of happiness she had ever felt.

 

The man of my dreams actually wants me too.

 

Emily did not, however, know the extent of that want. She had no idea of the fire that was building up inside Guy at this very moment. At least not yet she didn't. But when Guy finally thought fuck this, I'm tired of being afraid. I don't want to lose this chance. Either she likes me or she doesn't. I'll take that risk and taking her face in his hands leaned in again and kissed her, with passion this time, all the passion he could muster, then Emily knew. And knowing that blew her previous happiness out of the water. She was euphoric. She didn't know if he loved her, like she loved him, but the fact that he felt any romantic feelings for her at all was enough.

 

They continued to kiss, holding each others' faces in their hands, their bodies moving closer and closer until they were pressed up against each other. Their tongues were practically intertwined, and their legs were.

 

"Mmmm, you're so beautiful" Guy whispered softly, pulling back.

 

He pulled off his shirt.

 

"This was never my intention you know" he whispered, smiling.

 

"I know" she whispered back, unzipping his pants.

 

So I wasn't wrong. There really was passion in her kiss.

 

Emily lifted her arms as Guy pulled off her shirt. he slowly removed her bra, kissing her all over as he did so. She pulled down his underwear and he quickly removed them, tossing them into a heap on the floor with the rest of his clothes. She took the liberty of removing the rest of her clothing and disposed of them in the same way. Guy realized faintly how nervous he was.

 

Why do I feel like this?

 

He had never felt this nervous with a girl before. Actually, he had never really felt nervous at all with a girl up until this point.

 

I've been naked lots of times, but I've never felt so naked, so exposed.

 

But when he looked deep into Emily's eyes, he saw strength and confidence. And so as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her, bodies entangled, his own confidence returned.

 

That morning was the best morning either of them had ever had.

 

 

 

 

Forgive me, I just coudn't write out the whole thing.:sweatdrop:

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 9

 

 

The last days before Christmas found all the elves working at a furious pace around the clock.

This was especially true in the Naughty and Nice Section as the constant tapping of the teletype brought updates to the lists.

Jonny had tried unsuccessfully to get Santa to upgrade to e-mail or twitter, but Santa refused.

Jonny was just gratefully that he wasn't still using the postal service.

Chris proved to be a wonderful asset in this department as he never needed sleep.

He would often be the only elf hard at work at three in the morning.

That is until one day when Chris encountered a problem and approached Jonny about it.

"What is it?" Jonny asked, looking up from his desk.

"Well," Chris said, "It is about this newest report."

"Yes?" Jonny asked.

Chris hestitated.

"Well, it is just that I know this little girl and she really isn't naughty. It's just that her brother is a little rat who is always making it seem that way."

Jonny ran a hand across his tired eyes.

"I'm sure you mean well," he said, "But that isn't your job. We have field agents who do that type of work. You just write the lists from their reports."

"But....but..what if their reports are wrong?" Chris asked, "What if they are mistaken and someone doesn't get toys for no reason?"

Jonny narrowed his eyes at him.

"Their reports have never been wrong before," he said.

"How do you know?" Chris asked, honestly.

Jonny thought about it for a moment.

"I don't know," he said, "I just trust in the agents discretion."

Chris looked at him with large, wide blue eyes.

"Why can't everyone get a present?" he asked, "Regardles of whether they were good or naughty?"

Jonny stood up from his chair and looked around.

"Don't say things like that around here," he hissed at Chris, "You could get us both into alot of trouble."

"I'm sorry," Chris said, truly meaning it, "I don't want to get you in trouble."

"Then get back to your station," Jonny said.

Chris trudged back to his station with a heavy heart.

He really felt bad for the little girl.

He wondered how many other little children in the world would not get presents because of mistakes or misunderstandings.

He sat at his desk pondering the problem and wishing he could do something to help.

Then he realized that he could.

Chris took his special pen used for writing the "Nice" list and secretly added the little girls name to it.

If he had any say so, from now on he would only write "Nice" lists.

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 10

 

 

Chris was sitting with his head down on a pile of hay in the reindeer barn.

He had long since become friends with the lovely creatures, especially Dancer and Blitzen.

"What's wrong little guy?" Dancer asked, nudging Chris' knee with her nose.

He looked up at her and reached out to rub her head.

"I did a bad thing," he said, quietly.

Blitzen looked at him and raised one eyebrow.

"Not Santa's oatmeal again?" she asked.

Chris laughed at the memory of that escapade.

"No," he said, "I turned all the Naughty reports into Nice ones."

Dancer whistled.

"That is bad," she said, "Why did you do it?"

"Because everyone deserves a present at Christmas," Chris said, "The entire season is supposed to be about love and joy. Not about some child being punished. After all, children are as a whole devious little creatures. That's what is so lovely about them."

"I don't know if Santa will see it that way," Dancer said.

"I know," Chris said, dejectedly dropping his head.

"You were a good elf," Blitzen told him.

"The best," Dancer agreed.

"What's he done now?" Rudolph asked, walking into the barn.

The other two explained Chris' predicatment.

Rudolph shook his head.

"I knew you would be trouble," he said, "Upsetting all the routines around here."

"Rudy!!!" Dancer said, kicking him with her back leg.

"I didn't say that was a bad thing," Rudolph said, defending himself.

"Can we do anything to help?" Blitzen asked Rudolph.

"Well, it's just that Santa only has one sleigh and there is only so much room in it for presents. And he really only has one reindeer crew."

"But what about the backup crew?" Dancer asked, "I have seen them training. They are good enough to do an easy Earth run."

"Two sleighs? Two Earth runs?" Rudolph seemed unsure as he winced.

"Even if we could do that.....there is only one Santa.....Who would drive the other sleigh?"

Dancer and Blitzen looked at one another and smiled.

"Oh no....."Rudolph said, as he figured out what they were thinking.

"Why not?" Dancer asked.

Then all three of them looked at Chris.

"He would be perfect for it," Blitzen said.

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 11

 

 

Santa had been a hard sell.

He completely rejected the idea of everyone getting a present when it was first presented to him.

But Chris with his myriad of charts and graphs and a quite elaborate PowerPoint presentation had finally won him over.

Now came the time for Chris to practice driving the sleigh.

He practiced for days on the outdoor sleigh range.

There were shall we say a few unfortunate accidents and the practice sleighs received quite a few bumps and dents.

Santa determined that it was probably best if Chris drove the sleigh with the experienced reindeer team.

At least the reindeer knew what they were doing.

The first attempt at flight was a rough one for Chris.

He suffered severe motion sickness and had to be heavily medicated with Dramamine.

But soon his delicate system adjusted and he was able to make several flights around the North Pole in relative comfort.

Then came the night for his first trans-world practice flight.

"Don't worry," Vixen told him, "Rudolph knows the way. All you have to do is sit in the sleigh."

Jonny and Guy came to see him off.

Head Elf Will stood in the background with his lips clenched into a tight straight line.

"He hates me," Chris said, glancing at his boss.

"Forget about him," Guy said, "Just do as the reindeer say and be calm. And if you happen to see any particularly good looking women, try to get their address."

"I...I..don't know about addresses yet," Chris stammered.

"It was a joke," Guy said, with a wink, "Relax a little."

Jonny gave him a quick hug and a slap on the shoulder.

"You are going to go down in history," he said, smiling, "How about that?"

Chris licked his lips nervously.

"Don't say things like that," he told him, "I'll never make it."

"Come on, let's go," Rudolph said, impatiently dragging the sleigh a little bit.

Chris hopped onto the sleigh and took the reins.

The little bells on his hat and shoes tinkled in the clear, cold air.

"Not too tight now," Rudolph advised.

"Oh yeah," Chris said, loosening up his grasp.

"It will be fine," Jonny said.

His last words were lost to Chris as the reindeer were galloping down the straightway of the take off path.

"He'll be fine," Guy said, to Jonny as they watched the sleigh take off and make its turn into the flight path.

"I hope he remembered his seat belt," Jonny said.

Guy laughed.

"That's all we need is for Chris to fall out of that sleigh somewhere over North America."

 

 

And You Carry The One - Chapter 2

 

 

“What the fuck are you thinking?!” Will yelled at him, getting angrier by the second.

 

“I’m thinking I was bored and decided to have some fun.” Chris mocked him with a smile.

 

“So you decide to tear the fabric of reality. AGAIN?!”

 

“Yes.” and with that Chris walked over to Guy and Jonny and made sure they were ok. No missing limbs, heads still intact, feet firmly on the ground, no third nipples, Jonny still holding onto Guy. They were fine. But they seemed to be staring at something. He turned to see what it was. He had to squint to see it. There was a small dot in the distance. It was getting bigger and bigger. Soon it began to take a shape. Will saw it too and was now squinting next to them. The shape began taking the form of a small man. The man scuffled to meet them quickly. He held a big box that covered most of his face.

 

What a small man. Chris thought. He couldn’t help noticing he looked like a miniature version of Will in their college days. He chuckled to himself at the thought.

 

“Hey Fred, how’s it going?” Chris said to the small man that was apparently named Fred.

 

Fred paid no attention to Chris as he dropped the big box in front of them.

 

“HEY FRED!” Chris shouted.

 

Fred was startled. He looked up.

 

“Oh! Heya Chris. How’s life?” Fred said.

 

“It’s fine. How’s the ear infection?”

 

“What?”

 

“HOW’S THE EAR INFECTION?!”

 

“The ear infection? Oh it’s fine.”

 

Fred opened up the box. He took out three in hats. One that twisted and turned all directions. A knit hat with stripes and a fuzzy ball on top. And another that looked like a plain old hat.

 

“Well boys you know the drill. Pick one of the hats to go to your next destination.”

 

Different hats this time. What a shame. I really wanted to get the hat with the taco on it again. thought Chris.

 

Chris and the gang looked at the hat’s with interest.

 

Chris was about to chose a hat when Fred said:

 

“I think someone different should chose the hat this time.”

 

“But I…….” Chris started to protest.

 

“Someone different should chose a hat this time.” Fred said as he glared at Chris warningly. Chris knew Fred would chose a hat for them if he did do as he was told and he wasn’t sure if he’d like the outcome.

For such a small man, he was intimidating.

 

“Jonny why don‘t you chose one.” said Fred as he looked at Jonny who seemed mesmerized by the one in the middle.

 

Jonny’s face instantly lit up. He let go of Guy and said happily:

 

“The stripped one.”

 

“What?”

 

“THE STRIPPED ONE!”

 

“Ah! Ok, gotcha.” Fred walked over to the hat, picked it up, and handed it to Jonny. Jonny put it on and smiled with amusement. Chris couldn’t help smiling too.

 

He looks ridiculous in that hat and goofy smile of his. What a beautiful smile he has. I need to make sure it comes out of hiding more often.

 

“Well I hope you four have a great time in the next dimension you’ll be visiting.” and with that the small man waved his arms in the air and disappeared. The band didn’t even get a chance to ask what the next dimension was when the screeching and blinding white light came back. Before they knew it, they were standing in front of a large crowd with their instruments and their Viva uniforms on.

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 12

 

 

"Stop fidgeting dear," Mrs. Claus told Chris.

"I can't help it. This wool itches," he said, scratching his back.

"I know, honey," she said, "We will fix that later. But right now I have to get you fitted for this suit."

She stood back and shook her head.

"I am just not accustomed to making a suit for someone so slender," she said, "I hope I can do it."

Chris looked down at himself but couldn't get a clear picture of how he looked.

"Would you like to look in the mirror, dear?" Mrs. Claus asked.

"Yes," Chris said, with wide eyed amazement.

Mrs. Claus went into the next room and came back carrying a full-length mirror.

She held it up in front of Chris who gasped when he saw his reflection.

From the jet black shiny knee-length boots to the white fur collar on his red suit, Chris looked just like Santa.

Only a bit skinnier and without the beard.

"What about the beard?" he asked.

Mrs. Claus put the mirror aside.

"I don't know about that," she said, "There's no way we can fix that."

"And I'm too tall as well," he said, in a depressed tone.

"Don't you worry your pretty little self about that," She said, "Most everyone will be asleep when you are there anyway."

"Have you been practicing your 'Ho Ho Ho'?" she asked.

Chris nodded.

"It isn't quiet deep enough and I do still have this accent...." he told her.

"That's a good boy. Come on now," she said, "Stand up straight so I can get the hem right on these pants."

 

Chris was waiting.

He had been waiting for almost an hour in the secretary's office of the head elf.

He didn't know why he had been summoned to see the Head Elf Will, but in his experience that was usually not a good thing.

Finally the secretary's phone buzzed and she motioned him inside.

Chris stood, terrified, with his hat in his hand in front of the huge desk.

"Well," the head elf said, without looking up at him, "It seems that you have made quite an impression since you arrived here."

Chris didn't speak.

The head elf continued, "It seems that the other elves have decided that you should be Elf of the Year."

"What?!!" Chris screamed the word silently in his head.

He couldn't believe it.

The other elves had voted him Elf of the Year??? His heart swelled up in gratitude and his eyes filled with tears.

The head elf looked up at him. And then he did something he never did......Head Elf Will actually smiled at Chris.

"Congratulations Martin," he said, handing Chris a large framed certificate.

"Thank You sir," was all that Chris said.

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 13

 

 

Early Christmas Eve Santa was pacing around the meteorological arena.

Radar displays from all over the world were constantly shown on floor-to-ceiling monitors.

Weather updates from Twitter and Facebook were being fed to elves behind a large bank of computer screens.

The weather for tonight looked horrid.

Outside, there was a blistering blizzard with snow flying so fast and thick that human eyes could not see it.

"Why tonight?" Santa kept saying.

"Calm down Harold," Mrs. Claus said, "You have flown in weather like this before."

"It's not me I am concerned about. It's the other one."

"Chris will be fine," she told him, smoothing down the fur on his suit.

An elf approached.

"What's the word?" Santa asked.

"It looks to be clearing up over Europe and Russia," the elf said.

"That's good," Santa told him, "Thank you."

 

"Jonny.....Jonny...." Chris was pacing around the elf barracks.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"I don't know if I can do this," Chris said.

"Of course you can," Jonny said, standing up and taking hold of both of Chris' arms.

"Look at me," Jonny told him.

Chris stopped moving and looked at Jonny.

"Your eyes are very green and very beautiful," Chris said, "I never noticed that before."

Jonny smiled at him.

"Listen to me," he said, "You are the most wonderful person and best elf ever. You can do this. You can do anything."

Chris was listening carefully and concentrating on Jonny's voice.

"I believe you," Chris said slowly, "I do believe you."

"Okay," Jonny said, "Then let's get over to the weather room and see how things are going."

Just then the door flung open and snow flew everywhere.

"Is he ready?" Guy asked.

"Yep," Jonny said.

"They are waiting for you," Guy said, looking at Chris.

"Wait," Chris said.

"What now?" Guy asked impatiently.

Chris swept them both up into a huge hug.

"Thank you both for being my friends," he said.

"Yea....yea...yea," Guy said, pushing him away.

Jonny just smiled and winked and gave him a little kiss on the neck.

 

 

Ho Ho Ho

Chapter 14

 

 

Epilogue

 

"Wake him up," Guy said.

"You wake him up," Jonny said.

"He looks exhausted," Guy said.

"He always looks exhausted," Jonny said.

"I can hear you both talking," Chris said groggily.

Guy and Jonny both jumped on his cot.

"How was it?" Jonny asked.

"Amazing," Chris said, stretching and yawning.

"I heard some gossip that you are going to be the one to take over in a few years when Santa retires," Guy said.

"That's crazy," Chris said.

"Why?" Jonny asked, "I think it is a great idea."

"You would," Chris said, sticking his tongue out at him.

"But you even have the name for it," Jonny said, "Chris Kringle."

"Yeah, right. It sounds more like a chocolate bar than a name for Santa Claus," Guy said.

"You are just jealous," Jonny told him.

"And you are just flirting with him," Guy retorted.

Jonny blushed deep red.

"Well," Jonny said, "Elves have to find some way to pass the time during the off season."

 

The End

 

 

It is Sunday. You guys should have plenty of time to read.

Here's another one for you:

 

Make Me Believe

Chapter 1

 

 

"You guys are crazy......" Guy said, shaking his head, "There are no such things as ghosts."

"No?" Chris asked, "Why don't you think so? You just heard Jonny tell the story about his great-aunt."

"Ssshhh, sounds like a lot of made up family stuff from too much drinking," Guy scoffed.

Chris raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Don't say things like that," he said, "Or you may suffer the consequences."

Guy stretched his long legs out and propped them up on the table in front of his chair.

"Why?" he asked, "Some ghost going to come haunt me or something?"

Chris sat down in the sofa across from him.

"You are tempting fate," he warned.

Guy laughed heartily.

"To quote a famous movie," he said, adopting an American accent, "I ain't afraid of no ghost."

Jonny laughed at the accent.

"What do you think, Will?" Guy asked, "You are the voice of reason."

The other three looked toward Will.

He twisted his mouth up just a little, started to say something, stopped and then started again.

"There certainly exists the possiblity that ghosts or some form of spirit might exist," he said.

"A ha!!!" Chris said, jumping up and pointing at Guy.

"See!!! Will agrees."

"I don't think he was finished yet," Jonny offered.

"No, I wasn't," Will said, frowning at Chris, "I was going to add that I do not believe they exist to haunt or scare people."

Chris' mouth dropped a little and he sat back down.

"And even if there were such things," Guy said, "Do you seriously believe they come out on Halloween? Just once a year? I mean..wouldn't they be out all year?"

Chris' eyes grew bigger.

"That's not funny," he told Guy.

"It's not supposed to be," Guy said, "It just makes sense that if the ghost was a person who couldn't rest, they would be wondering around all the time."

Chris shifted a bit on the sofa.

"I don't like where this conversation is going," he said.

Guy threw up his hands.

"You brought it up," he said, "With all that spooky crap you were talking about."

"You just wait," Chris told him, "I am going to come back and haunt you when I am dead."

"Maybe that will be a nice change of pace from you bugging the shit out of me now," Guy said.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Late the next night Chris was sitting alone in the studio trying to find a verse for a particular chorus of music that he had written.

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

"Hey," Chris said, without looking up.

"What are you doing?" the voice asked.

Chris turned around.

He had thought he recognized the voice at first, but now he wasn't so sure.

A little boy about seven years old was standing across the room from him.

"Hello," Chris said, "Can I help you?"

The little dark-haried boy walked over to him.

"It's me, Chris," he said.

Chris narrowed his eyes and looked at the little boy.

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"Yes," the boy said, "It's me, Guy."

Chris sat back in his chair.

"I get it," he said, laughing to himself, "Who put you up to this little trick?"

"No one," the boy said.

Chris got out of his chair and went walking around the room.

"Was it Jonny?" he asked, "Or maybe Will??? Or maybe even Guy.....I bet he thinks this is real funny."

The little boy looked at Chris and shifted his mouth around a bit just like Guy would often do when Chris' antics were getting out of hand.

Chris walked back to the chair and looked closely at the boy.

"It is you," he said, in surprise, "You have the same pretty brown eyes."

"Told you," the boy said.

Chris sat back down.

"So, why are you here?" Chris asked.

"I have to tell you something," the boy said, "You are the only one who truly believes in ghosts and spectres and spirits."

"That's true," Chris admitted.

"I have been trying to get through to Guy....or rather...to the adult me....but he won't acknowledge me."

"Why do you need to talk to....to....to yourself?" Chris asked.

"Because something is going to happen....and I need to warn......myself," the young Guy told him.

"And you want me to try to get through to....the adult you?" Chris asked.

"Yes," the young Guy said.

Chris shook his head..

"I don't know if that will work," he said, "Guy already thinks I am a loon. I doubt he will listen to me."

"Make him listen," the young Guy said, "Or else I will cease to exist and he...he will die."