Since, apparently, this thread produces stories not worthy of respect by certain people's standards, I thought I would post my rubbish one.... By the way, I greatly admire all the seriously devoted and talented writers on this thread!

 

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

The loud music and the mysterious smoke surrounding him left him slightly lost. He didn’t know where to look and everything around him intoxicated his senses, from the intense feminine fragrances to the cigarettes dangling in the majority of the crowd’s mouths.

 

His heart was involuntarily pumping to the beat of the song and the swaying of hips around him did nothing to make him less hyper. He didn’t know where his friends were and girls seemed to be glued to him in the packed club they were at.

 

Everything oozed desire and passion but he couldn’t even see straight, so he just kept walking in the direction of the door. Looking down, he could see stilettos after stilettos moving to the rhythm of the music.

 

Finally outside, he could breathe again. He looked to his right to see Chris already there, obviously waiting for his friends.

 

“Hey! What are you doing out here alone?” Guy asked him.

 

“Oh, I was just waiting for you guys to come out.” He replied, apparently embarrassed.

 

“Why?” Guy asked, concerned. “Is everything alright?”

 

“Yeah, yeah. I never stay inside.” He confessed.

 

Guy just stared at him. “So you’re always out in the cold when we go out?” He was looking at his friend, stunned that he never knew that. He was fairly sure Will and Jonny didn’t know either, which made the whole situation sadder. “You stay here all by yourself?”

 

“Well, yeah.” Chris’s cheeks turned the deeper shade of red than Guy had ever seen.

 

Guy shook his head. “Why?” He was looking at Chris as if he was three-headed monster.

 

“I… I don’t like these places.” Chris said, lamely, sighing in discomfort.

 

“Then why the hell would you come?”

 

“I like being around you…around you guys.” He explained.

 

“So you can watch after us?” Guy chuckled. Chris was often seen as self-absorbed and egocentric but truth was he never stopped looking after his friends, even if only a few saw that side of him.

 

Chris smiled.

 

“Let’s go, I am done for tonight.” Guy said, walking in the car’s direction.

 

“What about the others? They’ll need the car too.” Chris pointed out.

 

Guy thought for a second, then changed his path, grabbing Chris’s arm and walking away from the entrance of the club. “Then, we’re walking.”

 

“What if we get robbed or something? And what about the car keys, you have them with you.” Chris was already scared.

 

“Don’t worry, Jonny has a copy of my keys. You know, for alcohol emergencies…” Guy revealed, with a devious look on his face that Chris couldn’t ignore.

 

“I still feel funny about going just the two of us…” Chris pressed.

 

“Why? Worried I’ll jump on you?” Guy laughed. Chris, on the other hand, remained silent.

 

The laughter died in the brown-eyed man’s throat. They continued walking, an awkward feeling in the air. They kept some distance from each other until they couldn’t take it anymore.

 

“Do you want me to jump on you?” Guy asked, bluntly. He didn’t think too much of how he said it, he just spurted out what was going through his mind.

 

“What? No, no, no… no, no.” Chris mumbled, stuttering along the way. “No… maybe, I don’t know.” He sighed.

 

Guy looked down at his feet as he kept moving through the deserted street.

 

Chris walked right beside him, completely quiet and completely ashamed. Great, you’re lucky he’s too polite to shove you to next wall and… Stop with those perverted thoughts, Christopher Martin! Somehow, he couldn’t stop himself from having those types of musings. He’d be thinking of something serious and then images of Guy filled his mind in a whirl of desire and passion. You should have lied, you dumbass! Now, one of your best friends thinks you’re a sick freak!

 

Next thing Chris knew, Guy was pushing him hard against a beaten down house and kissing him on the mouth. For a moment, he thought he was going to faint. His knees gave out just a little but he managed to support himself against the hard surface of the building.

 

Guy seemed to be exploring every single detail of his mouth. He didn’t kiss like girls, Chris noticed. He took his time but he wasn’t slow, he was strong yet gentle. Chris couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure once he came up for air, his eyes still closed.

 

Guy was panting. “So, that’s what it’s like when I jump on people.” He turned around and returned to the path they were in before his sudden decision.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Chris looked at him, his mouth wide open, his eyes nearly out of their place. “That’s it? Yo-You just kiss me and now…”

 

“What? Now what? You liked it, didn’t you? Now you know what it’s like. End of story, Chris.” Guy said, looking ahead.

 

Chris cringed at his words. He never thought this would happen. But if Guy ever kissed him, he envisioned something more. And now it felt like he was thrown aside for some reason.

 

He didn’t say anything else until he reached his place. “I wasn’t just curious.” He said to Guy, quietly. “And I didn’t want this to be the end of story.”

 

Guy looked at his hypnotizing, blue eyes. Chris had a sincere look on his face and it wasn’t like he needed to lie. But Guy was still afraid. They were friends. They knew each other for so long and he didn’t want to dive into something before he was completely sure their friendship wouldn’t be affected negatively.

 

“I don’t want that either.” Guy confessed as he leaned on the doorframe, brushing his fingers against the cold surface. “But I don’t want to do anything stupid. Maybe you’re just confused. Maybe I am just confused, I don’t know…” He shook his head, sighing.

 

Chris nodded. Everything inside his head was a giant blur. But maybe this wasn’t a matter of thinking. He knew he liked Guy ever since they became close friends. It wasn’t that difficult to see he had feelings for the bassist he couldn’t deny. He just needed courage and now he had gained that. “Maybe we both know exactly what we want. And you just can’t see it yet.”

 

Guy was frowning in thought. Chris knew there was something else he wanted to say. He was nervous now and his serious expression told the singer he didn’t know how to say it. “Will and I… we made this agreement.”

 

“And?” Chris pressed.

 

“We swore we would never get involved with anyone in the band again.” Guy admitted.

 

“Again?!” Chris asked.

 

“Well, you see, Will and I… We sort of, uh…. have been together for a few months a few years ago.” He explained.

 

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you never said anything. Or Will.” Chris whispered. “Oh God! I… don’t even know what to say.”

 

“Don’t say anything. That’s over. It’s in the past.” Guy tried to say.

 

“Yeah, it is over.” Chris turned around, entered his home and closed the door, as Guy stood there, immobile, his eyes brimming with tears.

 

He made it as far as his legs could go, until he reached the bridge that he crossed so many times before. Guy had worked so hard to forget he ever got involved with Will and God knows he did everything to achieve that. Will seemed fine while he was a mess. Later, Will tried to help him move on, since there was no point in mourning something with no future. There were times when he still looked at the drummer with longing but he was gradually getting over him. He had to.

 

And Chris suddenly appeared. He had always been his friend but to truly see someone is something different. There was something that ignited in him but he couldn’t explain. Suddenly, Chris was no longer just his friend. He became something else overtime.

 

That made Guy more scared than ever. He didn’t want to fall in love with another friend. He had already had a bad experience with that, he didn’t want Chris to go through that as well.

 

Guy wandered around the city all night. He didn’t really want to go home. Home just reminded him of the misery he lived in, all alone.

 

He ended up again at Chris’s door. He stared at it for an hour when he finally saw the sun starting to ascend, a bright new day arriving. He could hear a guitar inside the house and then it suddenly stopped. Chris came to the window, pushing the curtains aside and inevitably seeing his friend standing on the sidewalk, looking at him.

 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Chris said, as soon as he walked out the door. “Did you stay here all this time, staring at my house like a moron.”

 

“No. I walked and walked, and walked some more.” Guy said, his eyes heavy and red. “And I realized I didn’t do anything wrong. I just fell in love with Will and it’s not like it would make a difference if I told you. You were never my best friend and we both know that.”

 

Chris looked away. It was true, as much as he hated it. He never hid the fact that Jonny was his best friend, the one he told everything to and vice-versa, so he shouldn’t blame Guy for having other person as his best friend but still… The least they could do was tell him and Jonny about it, they didn’t need details.

 

“Just forgive me for not telling you before. I don’t want to fight. In fact, I am too tired to fight.” Guy sighed, tiredly.

 

“Okay. But I still wished you could trust me with your problems sometimes. I tell you mine all the time.”

 

“Deal, from now on I’ll tell you my problems. Actually, I am going to start that right now. I have a huge problem: I am in love with this man and I don’t know if he even likes me right now.” Guy said.

 

Chris smiled. “He likes you.” He assured him, his face flushing.

 

“Well, then I have another problem.”

 

“What?” Chris asked.

 

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” Sure enough, as soon as the words left his mouth, Guy fell forward into Chris’s arms, unconscious.

 

“This isn’t at all how I planned to catch him.” Chris grumbled, trying to wake him up, as well as getting him inside.

 

 

 

 

Not suitable for kids!

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

 

Chris kept watched him as he slept. He looked so peaceful, even if he was loudly snoring and moving every once in a while. His hair was getting longer and the curls were now visible. Chris moved his hand across his smooth features, making sure not to wake him up.

 

He stood up and went over to the kitchen to grab some chocolate bars. He had to entertain himself while Guy was sleeping so chocolate and television seemed like the perfect choice for now.

 

He was about to head into the living room when he heard Guy mumbling loudly, alerting Chris to the fact that he was waking up.

 

He made his way to his bedroom to see Guy getting up from his bed and putting on his jacket.

 

“Hey!” Chris smiled. “Are you… are you leaving already?” Chris asked, his smile fading.

 

“Yeah, I’m taking you space and your time.” Guy answered. “And I smell really bad.” He added, making a face.

 

“No, you don’t.” Chris frowned.

 

“Yes, I do.” Guy pressed.

 

“I have a shower.” Chris countered.

 

“I have a shower too.” Guy replied.

 

“Mine is closer.” Chris pointed out.

 

“Mine is bigger.” Guy retorted.

 

“I have nice towels.” Chris said.

 

“I have fantastic towels. Now get the hell away from the door so I can go.” Guy raised the tone of his voice, frustrated.

 

“No.” Chris simply replied.

 

“No? Are you fucking kidding me or do you want me to hit you?” Guy threatened. “Get out of the way, Christopher!”

 

“I love it when you call me that.” Chris whispered, getting closer to the darker-haired man. “Say it again.”

 

Guy stepped back until he felt his legs hit the bed he had just slept in. Chris’s bed.

 

“Are you afraid of me?” Chris asked, looking at Guy’s face and body language.

 

“No.” He let out, between gulps. “I’m afraid of myself. If you come one step closer, I know I won’t resist it…”

 

Chris grinned and slowly lifted right foot and set it on the floor near to Guy’s own feet. He wasted no more time and grabbed Guy’s head in his hands, kissing him with all his might. In return, Guy immediately thrust his tongue in Chris’s mouth and let himself flop back on the comfortable bed with Chris falling on top of him, their chests pressed together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.

 

Guy felt his whole body craving for Chris’s, tingling with yearning. He could feel his lungs asking for air and he responded by taking Chris’s mouth in his own again and again. His arousal for the blue-eyed man was explicit as well, which prompted Chris to follow the right direction with his left hand.

 

“Oh, God!” Guy moaned.

 

“It’s Chris, actually.” Chris cheekily replied with a laugh.

 

Then, he slowly lifted himself, his open legs straddling Guy’s lap. He started undoing the buttons on his navy blue shirt, as Guy looked attentively, mesmerized by the sight. Snapping out from his enchanted state, he took the reign of the situation.

 

“Let’s get out of the bed. The bed’s boring.” He said, getting up with Chris and pushing him against the wall.

 

He must have a thing for walls, then. Chris wondered as they kept kissing and discarding their clothes, haphazardly laid on the floor, by their feet. I have to ask him about it.

 

Chris stopped thinking altogether once he felt Guy’s entire length inside him. Chris had never felt anything like this. It was a deep sensation of completeness he had never thought possible.

 

Guy moved faster and faster and Chris could feel his lips on his neck as well, overwhelming his senses, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

 

They moved in sync, their rhythm simultaneous. Chris could feel every single drop of sweat in Guy's muscled body on his own skin. Guy could feel the warmth radiating from Chris, intoxicating him even more.

 

Their pleasure was audible and it got louder and louder as Guy pushed them both over the edge.

 

“Chris!” Mom!

 

Just as Chris and Guy were about to reach the pinnacle of their blissful experience, Chris’s mother knocked on his door, interrupting the moment they have been longing for.

 

“Oh my God! You have to leave!” Chris whispered frantically to Guy as he rummaged through the scattered clothes. “If my mother sees us like this… She’ll grab a knife and chop off your-”

 

“Hey! Why mine? You’re the one who’s her son.” Guy retorted, offended, missing the point.

 

“It doesn’t matter. Just get dressed and climb out the window.” Chris told him, in a hushed voice.

 

“Fine. But it’s kind of difficult to get dressed in these… physical conditions.”

 

“I know.” Chris giggled, zipping his pants. “I’m going, mom!” He yelled, as his mother called his name once again.

 

Guy was already with one leg out when Chris hungrily kissed him, trying to convey how much he had wanted this, how much he wanted him.

 

“I’ll see you tonight. My place.” With that, he disappeared from Chris’s view.

 

“Christopher Anthony John Martin, I am still waiting!”

 

 

 

 

A FANFIC

By Crests of Daylight

 

Chapter four:

 

 

 

I don't really know Chris, I'm not feeling it"

"feeling what.....when did I ever say you were feeling anythin...."

"My dear friend Chris, you know me so well the answer should be obvious"

Chris stared into his eyes, obviously stumped.

"Oh come on Chris, what have we been doing the last 3 minutes?" Jonny questioned, thinking he might get an answer.

"ummm....sitting?" Obviously. "ummm......drinking creative juice?" Also obvious.

"God, you're a bigger idiot than I thought. Here's a hint, look at these pencils we're holding"

"...So you're not feeling my pencil?" Chris was starting to get weary of Jonny "Or is that pencil representing something......"

"No Chris, no!!" Jonny was beginning to anger of Chris's lack of things that he was lacking.

"Do you see that fanfic in front of us?"

"Now that you mention it I do, but why? You are so freaking random sometimes"

"Think harder!"

"is this another one of your pencil anologys?" Chris started to back away slowly from Jonny.

'WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS THAT WE SHOULD START OVER!!!!!" Rage.

"Hey Jonny, I've got a great idea! We should write a fanfic!"

Jonny facepalmed, he did this by contacting his palm and face.

And so it began again.........

 

 

 

 

PPTH

 

 

 

Everything was going great. The band were performing somewhere in New Jersey, their one-too-many-eth concert of that tour. They were already half-way through the set list, the arena filled with the sound of Will slamming the giant bell and the audience chanting, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh!" Chris bounced his way over from the B-stage and began to sing the song that brought them so much over the past year.

 

They played beautifully, and by the end, the energy in the place was ricocheting off the walls and into the hearts of everyone present. It was like a never-ending circuit of enthusiasm. Once the final line was sung, Will and the audience continued their chants and Chris fell to the floor of the ramp like he always did. The girls on either side of him screamed in disbelief, and some of the guys did, too. Jonny and Guy carried out their impressive, "Oh"s, and within a minute or so they jammed right into the beginning of 'Lost!'.

 

But Chris never got up. A few seconds into the song, Jonny threw his guitar to the side and ran to his friend. Suddenly, everything stopped. Will and Guy watched on as Jonny tried to wake Chris, and everyone else in the arena held their breath.

 

 

PPTH

 

 

 

The sound of a cane hitting the hard floor echoed throughout the lobby. Everyone's favorite doctor was in. House made his way past the nurse's station and to the elevators. Half way, he was greeted by a rather scruffy-looking, blond-haired doctor.

 

"32-year-old male," Chase began, shoving a blue folder in House's face.

 

"Oh, this sounds important," House cut him off, not stopping for one moment. Chase followed him to the elevator doors and pressed on.

 

"His heart stopped while he was onstage. He just collapsed, but everyone thought it was part of the act." House paused, hit the button with his cane, and turned to Chase.

 

"And why should I take this case?"

 

"He's the lead singer of Coldplay."

 

Completely unfazed, he repeated, "And why should I take this case?"

 

"Cuddy wants you to."

 

"... And why should I listen to Cuddy?" The door of the elevator opened, and the two men walked inside.

 

"The woman lets you keep your job, the least you could do is take one patient a week," Chase said. "Besides, I thought you liked her."

 

"What I wanna know is why you're so keen on this. It's not an extraordinary case, is it? So, either you really, really love this... Cold... whatever, or you're looking for a distraction," House said, using his infamous evasion technique.

 

"Cameron left a week ago. I'm fine. The patient, on the other hand..." House observed Chase's expression, knew he was lying, but grabbed the file anyway.

 

"If I cure him, I better get backstage passes."

 

-

 

Taub and Thirteen were already sitting at the rectangular table in House's second office when House and Chase walked in.

 

"We've got a case," House said, throwing several folders onto the table. Taub and Thirteen each grabbed one and began to look through the file. "Where's Foreman?"

 

"He's not here," Thirteen replied, coldly. "Is this Chris Martin, like...?"

 

"Like the living ball of energy," House finished. "The man runs around for a living, and everyone's surprised he has a heart attack."

 

"He's only 32," Taub said. "And it says he has no prior history of heart disease or-"

 

"Yeah, it's a complete mystery. He's also confessed to using sleeping pills more than he should. Think maybe the two are connected?"

 

"Sleeping pills could cause heart problems," Thirteen said, still leafing through the pages of the file. "It would also explain the low CS levels."

 

Chase, who had not made even the slightest noise since entering the room, indiscreetly coughed and said, "It could be Dent's."

 

"No," Taub quickly disagreed. "If it was Dent's he'd have some sort of physical mark."

 

"He has a mark on his left calf," Chase fought back. "It could be-"

 

"That's a birthmark," Taub interrupted. "Sleeping pills makes more sense."

 

Chase stood still, gaping for a retort. He quickly glanced at House for help, though he knew he wouldn't receive any.

 

"See? Even the kiddies agree with me."

 

"Wait," Thirteen said. She had the folder open to a specific page, and was pointing at something on the chart. "That's not a birthmark."

 

House furrowed his brow and craned his head over her shoulder. "You got a picture in there or something?"

 

"The history says he's only got a birthmark on his right shoulder blade. It doesn't say anything about his legs."

 

"Test him for Dent's," House nodded to Chase, heaving a defeated sigh.

 

Chase silently nodded, then turned, a smile cracking it's way onto his face as he opened the door.

 

 

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

 

Guy was having a panic attack.

 

He had invited Chris over but he forgot one thing: he had about 8 hours to make everything perfect. Basically, it was their first date, so it was supposed to be flawless and he didn’t know if he could do it alone.

 

So, he called Will. He would know what to do in these situations. Guy could easily block out conversations he didn’t care about but he remembered overhearing a slightly disturbing chat between Will and Jonny’s partners and the whole thing scarred him for eternity. However, he got the idea that Will was great at making lovely, romantic dinners so he decided to ask for his help.

 

“And what about the pasta I told you to cook?” Guy was almost on top of Will, as the drummer moved around in the kitchen trying to get things done.

 

“Stop hovering and give me time!” Will grumbled. “And if you say pasta once again, so help me God!”

 

“But-” Guy tried to say.

 

“Shh. No buts. Get yourself ready and let me cook!” Will said, in a definite tone.

 

“Fine.” Guy sighed. Then, as if struck by lightning, he remembered he didn’t know what to wear. “OH MY GOD!!!”

 

“What?” Will asked, concerned.

 

“I don’t know what to wear. I was so busy thinking about the food… Oh my God, I can’t catch a break! Maybe I should just cancel the whole thing…” Guy said, his tone desperate.

 

“NO! You’re such a little girl sometimes. Just get a black shirt and some jeans and that’s it. You’re staying in, so there’s no need to put on something too fancy. And… you look good in anything.” Will said, in a lower voice.

 

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Champion?” Guy asked, suddenly in a teasing mood. “Cause I gotta tell you this train has left the station...”

 

Will looked at him, unimpressed. “Haha. Very funny. Now go, take a shower cause you stink and don’t forget to put on your underwear.”

 

“Why? I like to be free, unrestrained, liberated,…” Guy said.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I get it but save that for the second date. You’ll just scare away the girl.” Will said.

 

“Who said it was a girl?” Guy smiled.

 

Will looked at him. “It’s not?”

 

“Nope.” Guy shook his head.

 

“Seriously, you could give me all the details. You’re so secretive about this person… Is this some kind of… adulterous meeting?” Will frowned.

 

“No and that’s all you’ll get today.” Guy said.

 

He wanted to tell Will but he knew he would just say it was a bad thing to date someone who’s in the band. They were proof of that. But, on the other hand, Guy knew this could be different. He had a different connection with Chris form the very beginning of their friendship.

 

Once upon a time, he had wished for that to happen with Will but they were just friends in the end; there was nothing more that could have lasted, as heartbreaking as it was. He became depressed and he just hoped this was different. He had a feeling it was but he couldn’t be sure and that made him slightly nervous.

 

“Okay.” Will let it go. He was happy to see Guy like this. He had been smiling since he opened an hour ago and he only replaced his smile with a frown because he began to freak out. Now, he was smiling again. It was wonderful to see him like this.

 

“Now, I’m gonna hit that shower.” With that, he ran out of the room.

 

Will could hear him singing in the shower. Singing in the shower?

 

Interrupting him from his thoughts, Guy’s cell phone rang and Will turned his head to see the ringing device was on the kitchen table, vibrating constantly. He decided to pick it up.

 

 

 

Fifteen minutes later, Guy emerged through the door, his hair still wet, whistling as he moved to sit down on a bench.

 

“So, the food’s ready?” Guy asked, grabbing a piece of bread and taking a bite.

 

“Almost.” Will said, shortly.

 

“Do you need me to do anything?” Guy suggested.

 

“No.” Will replied.

 

“Are you… are you mad at me? What’s going on?” Guy frowned.

 

“I’m not mad. I have a message for you: Jonny called to say he’s driving Chris and he’ll be here in an hour.” Will said, turning to look at Guy.

Crap! “I… I’m sorry, Will. I didn’t want to say anything yet.” Guy tried to say.

 

“Sure.” Will dismissed him.

 

He wasn’t mad, he was disappointed. He thought Guy trusted him with this kind of things. Come on, it was Chris. It was a big deal. And, apparently, he was the only one that didn’t know anything, when he was supposedly Guy’s best friend.

 

“I mean, I wanted to keep this private. I didn’t know that Jonny knew and-”

 

“Exactly. Jonny knows because Chris confided in him, because he trusts him.” Will interrupted him, getting aggravated.

 

“I trust you, Will. I do. I just… I don’t want this all to backfire like it happened with us.” Guy tried to say, a sad look on his face.

 

“We didn’t tell anyone but it wouldn’t have been different in the end.” Will explained. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t tell me you had a date with Chris. A date I am cooking for!” Will said, taking his apron off. “Next time, call a caterer!”

 

Guy grabbed Will’s arm before he could storm off. “Why don’t you understand what I’m saying? I am scared and I don’t want to go too fast too soon. And you should understand that! This is the first time since we broke up that I’m considering having a serious relationship! What is it that you don’t understand about this?”

 

Will’s expression softened. Guy was looking straight into his eyes, with the most desperate look on his face. “Okay, I do understand.” Will sighed. “But you should have told me anyway. You know you can tell me anything.”

 

“I know but this…”

 

“…is different. I get it.” Will finished for him, with a small smile. “I’m going now. I have to prepare my own romantic dinner.”

 

Guy smiled, relieved. “Thank you.” And then he did something he wasn’t used to doing: hugging Will. He closed his eyes as he felt the drummer’s hands on his back, sighing contently.

 

“Get off me now!” Will said, chuckling. “Chris’s manners are already rubbing off on you.”

 

Guy laughed. “Get out.”

 

 

 

 

Again, not for kids! Though I know that would mean nothing to me when I was younger ;)

 

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

 

When Chris knocked on the door, Guy was already thinking about calling the whole thing off. He was sweating like crazy and he kept shaking uncontrollably. He licked his lips and gulped countless times, before swallowing an entire bottle of water.

 

“Hey!” Chris smiled as soon as Guy opened the front door.

 

“Hi!” Guy said, a nervous smile on his face.

 

“Are you alright?” Chris asked, handing Guy a package with an apple pie for dessert.

 

Guy took the small box in his hands and disappeared into the kitchen. “I’m f-fine, wh-why?” Guy stuttered.

 

Chris followed him, breathing in Guy’s intense fragrance. His hair was slightly curly; the perfect length. His jeans made justice to his fit, beautiful form and the loose, black shirt he had on made his skin look even brighter. Everything about him screamed perfect. But something was bothering him, he knew.

 

“Well, you are stuttering for once and what the hell is going on with your nose, you keep twitching it?” Chris frowned.

 

“I-I-I don’t know wh-what you’re t-t-talking about.” Guy said, placing the dessert on the counter before moving to the dining room.

 

Chris laughed. “Listen to yourself talking. It’s obvious you’re nervous. What’s not obvious, it’s why.”

 

“For God’s sake, Chris, I’m nervous because I’m here with you! On a date! I made Will cook and I even had to take his advice on how to dress!” Guy yelled. “Of course I’m nervous! Why aren’t you?” He asked, indignantly.

 

Chris had the feeling that laughing would only make it worse but he couldn’t help it. He just laughed and laughed, angering Guy.

 

“And now you’re laughing at me?!” Guy couldn’t believe he was being mocked like this on his first date with Chris. He felt like punching Chris, in all honesty. Instead, he kicked him in the leg.

 

“Oww, what was that for?” Chris complained, putting his hand on the offended area. “I bruise easily!” As he said this, he returned the offense.

 

Guy, already angry, pushed him away, his hands on Chris’s chest. Chris grabbed his hands and then, in the middle of the entrance to the dining room, the two men started engulfing in what looked like a fight. Guy punched mostly, while Chris used his strength in his legs as his force.

 

Before they knew it, they were on the floor, kicking and screaming, blood already in both of their noses.

Finally, Chris got himself on top of Guy and trapped him, grabbing his arms so that Guy wouldn't punch him anymore and straddling his waist. They were breathing heavily and their gazes met in a sudden flash of desire.

 

“You’ll make me go crazy one of these days!” Chris said, before moving to kiss Guy with all the passion that burned inside his whole body. It was infuriating and exciting at the same time.

 

He felt like every single pore of his form was about to burst into flames; he had never felt such a strong physical need, much less from another person.

 

When he wanted chocolate, things would be like hell before he finally got what he craved for so badly but that was different. That was chocolate. This was Guy. He was so much more than a piece of food from heaven. He was heaven incarnated, in Chris’s opinion.

 

Guy returned the kiss with everything he had in him. Every feeling he had ever repressed in his life finally had the chance to be released. He ran his hand through Chris’s short hair. He liked his curls but he preferred to see him like this for some reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He left Chris’s mouth to kiss his beautiful jaw, savoring every part of it and memorizing it, tracing his fingers along to feel his short stubble. Everything about his face made him sigh in speechless astonishment.

 

“You know, there isn’t a single detail about your face that I don’t love.” Guy told him, quietly.

 

Chris smiled in spite of himself. He never got told that sincerely he was beautiful and the fact that it came from Guy only served to make him fall for him even deeper.

 

“Even the blood I have on my face because of your quite accurate punches?” Chris joked.

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Guy apologized, stopping to look at him. “I was just frustrated from being so damn nervous.”

 

“For what it’s worth, you’re cute when you’re nervous.” Chris said, much to Guy’s embarrassment.

 

Guy didn’t respond. Instead, he rolled around to be on top of the singer. He took his time and teasingly took off his shirt, the muscles in his arms as noticeable as never before. Chris had never seen him like this, even though they had known each other for years.

 

Then, he proceeded to unbutton Chris’s shirt; each button undone was rewarded with a kiss on Chris’s chest until he reached his bellybutton. Once he got rid of the blue shirt Chris had previously worn, he looked at Chris, silently asking him if it was ok to go on. Chris simply nodded, then closed his eyes once he felt Guy’s soft lips on his skin. His short stubble was tickling Chris and somehow leaving him even more sensitive about the whole exhilarating experience.

 

Guy had always seemed like a very shy, timid person to everyone that didn’t know him quite well. And yes, he was very reserved but those notions were almost ridiculous to Chris as he felt Guy moving wildly with his mouth and tongue, making Chris quiver with pleasure.

 

And then, he saw everything disappear. A magnificent light invaded and shone inside his head and he couldn’t think of anything else but Guy.

 

Guy. The man that at the moment was whispering something in his ear.

 

I love you.

 

 

 

 

A Borderline Confession- Discreet Emotions For Guitar Hero Jonnyboy

 

 

An easy task. By the end of the day, write a song. Choose some simple rhymes, throw in some cheesy cliches, and bam! Done. Easy, right?

 

Figures, I can't bring myself to do it. Gunning to the finish line wont create the music that I can actually feel, that is actually part of me. Honestly, even taking hours wouldn't do that.

 

If only I could get your image out of my head. Just for a minute. Kept it to myself all these years, my true feelings for you.

 

Love... I love you. My heart races when you're near. No one makes me feel like you do. Of course, I can't tell you. Perhaps one day, but not now.

 

Quick, I've got to get this song finished!

 

Really, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Sometimes I imagine what we'd be like together. There was even a time when I almost told you. Unfortunately, I'm not brave enough. Very unfortunate. Whatever does happen, though, I'll always love you.

 

XIth century writers must have had this problem, too, huh? Young, handsome friends of theirs distracting them from their work.

 

ZOINKS, I've got to freaking finish this song!!

 

Anyway... I love you, Jonny! Bye now. 'Cause, you know, I have to write this song. Don't, uh, don't fall in love with anyone else, please. Even if she's hotter than me. Freaking heck, it's already 11! Gotta go.

 

Hugs and kisses!

If only.

 

 

 

 

Just a short fanfic. I was reading an interview and I just had to write it. Plus I was kind of bored. :P

 

 

3:00 AM

 

 

 

You and Jonny Buckland were the first members of Coldplay. How did you meet?

 

We were living in the same building at college in London. I'm not a very big sleeper. So I'd always be awake through the night anyway, working or writing stuff. Jonny was sitting at 3:00 in the morning playing some piece on guitar in a room nearby. And I was like, "I didn't know you played guitar." And he was like, "Well, I don't really tell anybody." And something in my brain was like, "OK, let's meet tomorrow." And we did. And then we spent every day together since.

 

And he still doesn't like to tell people he plays guitar. Even on a stage, he tries to hide as much as possible. My entire life is spent trying to drag him out of the shadows, because I know that he's a guitar hero — to me, anyway. He's the only person that's ever made anything I've written sound any good.

______________________________________________________

 

 

Chris was in his dorm, working on his paper that was due tomorrow. Or at least that’s what he was supposed to be working on. He was busy writing a song, the lyrics to which only popped into his head moments ago. He looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. There was the noise of a guitar playing an a room not to far off. He stopped and listened.

 

That’s got to be only 3 doors down. Three doors down….. That’s the hat guy’s room. Always with the green hat. What’s so special about that hat? Wait a second….. He never gave me back my pencil!

 

Chris got up from his desk and walked down the hall of the dorm. He stopped at the door and put his head against it to listen. The noise of the guitar flowed perfectly and there was not one missed note.

 

For a thief he plays really good.

 

He moved his elbow, but he was so close to the door he accidentally hit it against the door knob.

 

“Ow! Fuck.” the sound coming from the inside of the room stopped and Chris froze. There was a click and the door was opened.

 

“Uh….. Hi.” Chris said shyly.

 

“Hi? Why are you outside my dorm?” said the hat guy.

 

“I uh…. Y-You never gave me my pencil back the other day.” said Chris and the hat guy thought for a second.

 

“I lost it.” he said

 

“Oh. Ok then. I didn’t know you played guitar.”

 

“Well, I don’t really tell people.”

 

“Your really good. I’m Chris.” Chris held out his hand.

 

“Thanks…. uh I’m Jonny.” Jonny shook it uncertainly.

 

“I’m a musician myself. We should meet tomorrow, maybe after class? Come over to my dorm, it‘s only three doors down.”

 

“Wha-….”

 

“Great! See you then.” Chris patted his shoulder and took off towards his dorm. Jonny closed the door slowly and went back to his guitar. He glanced as the clock as he picked it up. 3:05 AM.

 

That was…. Strange. Oh well, I guess I’ll go. I’ve got nothing else to do anyway.

 

 

One Day Like This

Chapter 11

 

 

The plane ride was over, the luggage had been gathered up, and the rooms had been booked. And now Jonny, Will, Chris, and Phil were sitting in the lobby of their hotel, organizing the final details of their plan.

 

"So Chris and Jonny are going to do the talking?" asked Phil.

 

"Yep. Because Will can't control his temper", joked Chris, smiling smugly at Will.

 

"You know what Chris!?" Will sighed. "Well actually you're right."

 

"Will and I will be moral support for you two" said Phil, putting his arm around Will's shoulder. "If you need any help, just call me."

 

"Thanks Phil. But we'll be fine. Chris and I can handle this. Well, I can at least."

 

"Hey! I can handle it too!" replied Chris indignantly. His face fell. "I have to. If only I hadn't fucked things up so much, we wouldn't even be here right now."

 

His mood turned abrubtly optomistic.

 

"All I have to do is apologize to Guy for whatever it is I did and he'll come running back to the band."

 

"Chris, what are you talking about, this is not your fault" scolded Jonny. "It always is Jonny-boy, it always is. 'Cuz I'm the singer, that's why. It's my job to take the shit."

 

"Oh shut up Chris, and just go already."

 

"Yes sir Mr. Champion sir."

 

They all laughed and Chris and Jonny headed out to their destination. Their destination was the usual spot. The bar that they always went to when they were in New York City, The Red Roost. They had been going to it ever since their first American tour. Everything happened there. There had been lots of talks, meetings, decisions, fights, and especially encouragement. It felt more like home than their actual homes did.

 

It wasn't a far walk, and soon Chris and Jonny arrived at the small establishment.

 

"After you, dearest Jonny" laughed Chris, opening the door with a dramatic gesture.

 

"Oh Chris you're too kind".

 

Jonny rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh. They immediately made their way through the crowd to their favorite table in the back.

 

"Okay so who's going to call Guy?" asked Jonny. "Actually, never mind, I'll call him. I'm not sure you can handle it."

 

"What Whyyyy?" Chris whined. "You think I'll have a breakdown or something don't you?" he pouted.

 

"Chris, you're already having one."

 

Jonny gestured towards Chris's fingers, which were tapping the table vigorously, and his legs, which Chris seemed unable to keep still. He was practically bouncing in the booth.

 

"Well I can't help it Jon! I'm nervous. I know for a fact that Guy hates me."

 

"Don't say that Chris. Your 'facts' are twisted. He does not hate you. He just....thinks he loves someone else. See this is why you're not calling him."

 

"Thinks? You mean you don't believe that Guy actually loves this girl?"

 

"No Chris, I don't. This is Guy we're talking about. He doesn't really know about love. He hasn't ever had a real relationship before."

 

He thought for a moment.

 

"But he's very spontaneous; he does and says things on a whim. Kind of like you actually. God, what would you guys do without Will and I?"

 

"We'd be on our 7th marriages and have tigers for pets because 'they're just giant house cats'."

 

They shared a good laugh at that.

 

"Okay now enough of me talking to you and more of me talking to Guy."

 

He pulled out his phone and dialed Guy's number. The plan was to just ask Guy to meet them at the bar to talk. They wouldn't bring up any of the matters of discussion until he was actually with them in person. For now they just wanted him to show.

 

"What's he saying!?"

 

"Chris, it's still ringing. "

 

"Oh."

 

"Oh, it stopp-hey Guy."

 

 

PPTH

 

 

 

"Is it serious?" Chris asked as Chase stuck a needle in his arm to retrieve the blood necessary to complete the test.

 

"It's a disease, of course it's serious," Chase replied, perhaps a little too snappish. "But it's not fatal or anything. It's actually curable."

 

"If I have it... how did I get it?"

 

"Well, there are a number of ways to get Dent's, but it's usually through contact with another person who has it. If you've had any sexual partners recently, we're gonna need-"

 

"I haven't," Chris interrupted. "Unfortunately."

 

"You're sure? Not even a one-night stand? Drunken hook-up or...?" Chris shook his head.

 

"I wish," he dully replied. Chase closed the vial he was holding and went to leave the room.

 

"Hey," Jonny said to Chris. "I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?"

 

"No, I'm fine."

 

"OK." Jonny left the room, racing out into the hallway. "Excuse me, doctor?" he shouted after Chase.

 

Chase stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

 

"I need to talk to you about something."

 

"Um, OK. Go on."

 

Jonny took a deep breath and said, "Last week... we were at a party, the four of us. We all got pretty drunk." Jonny looked down at the floor, trying to find the right words, and Chase watched him, noticing his awkwardness. "Chris and I sort of... but I think he was too drunk to remember."

 

"Oh. Well, uh, we're gonna have to get you tested, too."

 

Jonny nodded. "Could you not tell him? If he doesn't remember, then he doesn't need to know. I don't want it to ruin our friendship."

 

"I'll keep my mouth shut," Chase said with a reassuring smile.

 

 

-

 

"Do you realize," House said, leaning over Chase's shoulder as he was testing Chris's blood. "You have dirt on a celebrity."

 

"What's your point?" Chase dumbly asked, fiddling with something on the machine.

 

"Are you going to do anything with that dirt?"

 

"Of course not, I made a promise."

 

House snorted. "You also took an oath, but that didn't stop you from killing a patient on purpose. Besides, you only said you wouldn't tell... Craig, or whatever his name is."

 

"Chris. And I'm not gonna tell anyone anything."

 

"It's a shame. You could make a lot of money if you happened to slip that info to some tabloid," House not-so-discreetly said. Chase shot him a look of hatred, just as the machine beeped. Chase checked the results, and House asked "Is it Dent's?"

 

"No," Chase said, clearly displeased.

 

House peered at the paper in Chase's hand and grinned smugly. "Looks like I was right after all."

 

 

 

With or Without You

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

 

Will was sleeping soundly when a large noise awoke him. He tiredly opened his eyes to see Guy standing right next to him.

 

“Wh-what’s going on? What time is it?” Will mumbled, while yawning.

 

“It’s 6 in the morning and I need your help.” Guy said.

Will sat up straight in bed. “What?”

 

“I need you to keep a secret. I have something important to ask of you and I don’t want anyone else to know, not even Chris. Especially Chris.” Guy said.

 

“I don’t like the sound of it.” Will frowned at him. “What’s going on?”

 

“Promise me complete silence about this.” Guy whispered.

 

Will hesitated, then conceded. “Fine. I promise.”

 

“I need you to cover for me Monday. I can’t make it to the rehearsal that day and probably the rest of the week.” Guy explained.

 

“Why?”

 

“I am starting chemotherapy.” He said, quietly.

 

“What?!” Will screamed, his voice filling the otherwise calm household. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

 

“You heard me.” Guy shook his head. “I just don’t want Chris to know for now. He’s been so happy lately and I don’t want to ruin it.”

 

“Are you out of your mind? This is huge, you can’t hide it from him!” Will was stunned. Never in a million years would he imagine that this could happen to one of them.

 

“I’m not hiding, I’m just postponing. The idea of telling him has been plaguing my mind ever since I found out about… this and it breaks my heart to think I have to be the one to drag him down after all we’ve been through together. After all he’s given me. So yeah, I’m postponing as much as I can.” Guy explained, quietly.

 

Will looked at his friend, his head low and his gaze landing upon his slender fingers. “What is it that you have exactly?”

 

“A tumor. Liver.” He replied, shortly.

 

“Oh my God!” Will put his head in his hands, still sitting on his messy bed. His head was spinning madly and he couldn’t focus on anything besides the words Guy had just uttered. “I can’t believe this…”

 

Guy tried to comfort him, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Guy said, even though he didn’t honestly believe that.

 

He was just trying to make things easier for anyone around him. He didn’t want pity or sadness. He was already depressed enough as it was, he didn’t need other people to feel like that. He was the one with the problem, he could deal with it without worrying other people. He didn’t want them to live what he was going to from now on. He didn’t want them to be the ones carrying the disease and the pain for him, he just wanted them by his side, the same way they were until that point.

 

Will chuckled, humorlessly. “I should be the one saying that.”

 

Guy stayed silent, simply holding Will.

 

They could hear the wind blowing quite violently outside, the trees swaying to its rhythm. The birds would fly faster and the leaves would be carelessly thrown from the branches, slowly landing on the ground.

 

Guy realized as he watched one of those leaves falling slowly that he felt like one of them at the moment. He just wasn’t sure of how things would turn out in the end. Would he fall just as smoothly? Or would he be crashing down much like a freefalling plane?

 

“Six months.” Guy sighed. “Chris and I celebrate our six-month anniversary today. And I had everything planned but from now on, I can’t do that anymore.”

 

Will broke down, crying in Guy’s arms.

 

 

 

 

One Day Like This

Chapter 12

 

Another short chapter, sorry.:( The next chapter will be really long though.:)

 

 

Guy and Emily were taking in the views of New York City. As promised, Guy was showing Emily all the little things that he believed made the city great. They were at a small antiques store when Guy felt his phone vibrate.

 

"Hello? Oh...hey man. What's up?"

 

Guy sort of wanted to tell Jonny to leave him alone, but he just couldn't be mean to Jonny. He never could.

 

"The Red Roost? Um, sure I guess. Just me? Why?" He sighed. "There's really nothing to talk about Jon. No, no I'll be there. 7:30? OK. Bye."

 

To Guy, there really wasn't anything to talk about. But Jonny was being so nice about it that Guy figured he should at least humor him. Emily, who had been looking at some vintage record players, came up to him.

 

"Who was that? Well if you don't mind me asking."

 

"That was Jonny."

 

Noticing the troubled look on his face, she asked "What did he want?"

 

"You and your questions" chuckled Guy. But turning serious, he told her "He wants me to meet him at The Red Roost; it's this bar we always go to whenever we come here. "

 

"You're going to go right? And I ask not because I want you to leave, but because I want to make sure you guys are still on good terms with each other."

 

"Yeah, I'm going, at 7:30. So I should probably leave now."

 

"Okay. I'll go back to your place and you go work things out with Jonny."

 

She hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her back, on the lips. He realized that might not have been the best idea; it took him a long moment to collect his thoughts.

 

"Um...alright then. There's a spare key under my doormat."

 

"Got it."

 

"Bye Em. I'd kiss you again but I'm afraid I might end up forgetting where the bar was if I did."

 

He laughed nervously. She smiled hugely.

 

"I'll see you later Guy" she said cheerily, heading for the door.

 

"Oh, one more thing Emily."

 

"Yes?"

 

"It's not my place, it's our place."

 

Emily flashed him another huge smile and walked out towards Guy's building. Guy headed in the opposite direction.

 

He was nervous about meeting Jonny. Guy knew that Jonny would never get too mad and lose his temper, but he was fairly certain that Jonny would disapprove of Guy's choices. A disapproving look was almost as bad as an all out argument as far as Guy was concerned, maybe even worse. On the outside, Guy certainly wasn't a people pleaser, but on the inside he secretly never wanted anyone to dislike what he said or did.

 

Jonny's probably the most confident of all of us. What people don't see about him is that the reason he's hesitant to sing at concerts or talk during interviews is simply because he doesn't want to or doesn't particularly like to, not because he's shy or unsure of himself.

 

Jonny was the true backbone of the group, with plenty of encouraging things to say without seeming to need much encouragement himself. Which was why Guy was afraid of his disapproval. He wasn't as confident as Jonny; even if nobody else could see it deep down he knew it was true. He was scared that Jonny's never-ending confidence would eventually cause him to give and change his mind about the band.

 

His worried thoughts were abruptly stopped when he rnoticed with surprise that he had reached the bar. There was no more time for thinking, he simply had to do this. He let out a nervous sigh and cautiously entered the small building.

 

 

New fanfic!

 

The Carry

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

I really didn't know why Chris's sister wanted to meet me for coffee that day. Kelley had said she needed advice, which confused me even more. We've met on holidays, she's come to our gigs every once and a while, but I wasn't really close to her at all. But if she wanted advice about her brother, I guessed that I'd be the best one to ask. Chris and I had been best friends for years. She asked to meet me at some artsy, dirty cafe shop in Camden Town around eight in the morning, just a few blocks away from my house. Doubting that I'd be recongnized, I got there twenty minutes early in anticipation of what she had to say. It was a cosy little shop, serving horrible coffee and delicoius tea, as did every other cafe in England. There were pictures on the walls of aspiring artists, their cards hanging on the corner of them, hoping for a big break as they sold their crappy paintings for over three hundred dollars. It was cold that day, and we were expecting snow in the afternoon. But I didn't think about any of this when I was there. I was incredibly curious of why Kelley wanted to talk to me.

 

"Hey, Jon." I heard Kelley's soft voice call from across the shop.

 

I smiled and waved as she made her way to my table. My mind was clouded with thoughts, but I tried to focus on why I was here. "Good to see you, Kelley." She kissed me on the cheek.

 

Kelley was a female version of her brother. The same bright, electric blue eyes, and pale skin. The only thing that was different was her hair was a much lighter blonde, like her mother. Every time I'd seen her she was very relaxed and laid back, but this time, she was incredibly stiff. She stayed away from me like I was a bug, and she was wearing all black, and a turtleneck that went almost up to her chin. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

 

We sat down. "So, why'd you call me here, Kel?" I asked, trying to get to the point.

 

She was a little taken back by my dying curiosity, but started anyway.

"Remember how I went to your gig last week? The one at Wembley?"

 

Of course I remember Wembley. What's wrong with her? "Yes." I said aloud.

 

"Well, afterwards, I was walking to my car when Guy came along."

 

"Mhmmm." My fingers were tapping on the table.

 

I noticed how she wasn't looking at me. She looked much thinner than the last time I'd seen her, and incredibly pale. Finally, she spoke again. "Jonny, he attacked me."

 

It went in one ear and out the other. I thought she was joking until I saw the tears in her eyes. "Say that again?" I could feel my heart sinking below my stomach. Were we thinking of the same Guy?

 

"He attacked me." She was about to faint. "And... I think I'm pregnant."

 

I almost fell out of my chair. Feelings of shock, disbelief, and anger were pulsing through my veins. I didn't know why to say or think. "Did you go to the police?" My chest hurt when I thought of what Guy'd did to her.

 

"Yes, but they thought it was some sick, sick joke." She smiled nervously.

"They laughed in my face."

 

"I honestly don't know what to say. I can't believe this. You're pregnant?"

 

She nodded. This poor poor woman. Barely twenty five years old, single and the younger sister of a rock star... her whole life had been shut to a halt. By my best friend.

 

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

Guy wandered absentmindedly around the park. The green pastures and the grayish sky made him sigh in contentment. Somehow, everything felt right on the surface.

 

He didn’t see a single person there, which was understandable since it was so early. He needed the calmness of the place to clear his mind, to take his mind off everything.

 

He looked down at his slim, white hands. He could see his ring, the golden object sparkling every time he moved his left hand to the right and his wish was to be able to take it off and give it to someone that could take care of the person that wore a matching ring. His wish was to provide everything Chris needed when he no longer was there to give it to him himself.

 

Guy remembered the long nights they spent together, either playing music together, talking about the future or simply showing each other the immensity of the love they nurtured for each other. He remembered the several fights they had, the pointless arguments that they could dive into for no good reason and how they would end up not sleeping from the remorse they felt afterwards.

 

Guy sighed. That night had been one of those nights. They fought over something silly and the discussion escalated, both saying things they almost instantly regretted. However, this time they didn’t say anything.

 

The realization that he was guilty in this particular argument didn’t help at all. He had wanted Chris to sign a DNR. For some reason, he just wanted Chris to realize he would be leaving soon and he didn’t want anything to prolong the process. He would be going to surgery in a few days but his condition was too weak for him to believe in the possibility of making it past the OR.

 

Chris didn’t sign it, obviously, and things got ugly from that moment on. He knew that Chris appeared to be confident but deep down they both knew it was a façade. The doctors told them his chances were slim to none but at least they would be trying to give him more time. That was all Chris would say these past few days, a brave look on his face, a light in his eyes, even through all the extenuating ache he felt inside. The same ache that consumed Guy’s mind and body.

 

He was tempted to give up, to forego the surgery and wait for his moment to come with Chris by his side but he knew that would only make Chris even more upset. That was all his concern right now. He didn’t care whether he died that day or the next. However, he did care how that would affect Chris.

 

For a long time, Chris tried to deny the possibility of Guy leaving him but as time passed and he became more and more fragile from treatment, his hopes came slowly but surely crashing down.

 

And now, after another fight, Guy simply left with no regards to precautions with his condition. He had to rest and here he was, walking for mile after mile and the sun was yet to come. He hadn’t slept in the past twenty hours and food was a foreign word at this moment.

 

 

“Guy!” A voice called out. “Guy!” He could hear someone approach him, their fast breath indicating they were running.

 

Guy turned around to see a beautiful, rosy face. The hair barely brushed and the eyes piercing as ever.

 

“What?” Guy asked, tiredly.

 

“The doctor called. He… He found a solution! You can have a liver resection after all with no future complications, he explained it all… I-I can’t remember the whole thing but we can go to his office in a few hours!” Chris said, a huge smile on his face.

 

Guy couldn’t help but smile as well. Chris looked so happy, so hopeful. He has always been a believer.

 

 

 

 

The Carry

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

I couldn't believe how brave Kelley was. She was crying, yes, but I felt like I was a thousand times more emotional than she was. I couldn't believe it. Guy and his drinking problems have always been a sort've joke in our group. Now, he'd gotten comepletely out of control. "Chris is going to kill him." I thought out loud.

 

Kelley leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. "That's why I need your help. I need you to be there when I tell him."

 

I opened my mouth, and closed it again. "I can't." I was almost laughing. Chris wasn't an angry person. He was protective. He loved his sister more than anyone, and never ever wanted to see her get hurt. I knew that if he heard Guy was the one who had attacked her, and she's now fathering his child... Guy was dead meat.

 

"Chris has always been too protective." Kelley agreed. "He has a right to be upset.. but he really is going to hurt Guy. How can I tell him so he won't go crazy?"

 

"You can't." I was honest. "We're just going to have to calm him down. Have you talked to Guy?"

 

"No." The blood drained from her face when I mentioned his name. I could tell she didn't want to see him, and understood completely. "Could you do it for me?"

 

 

Just twenty minutes later I was on my way to Guy's house. I wanted to kill him myself, so maybe Chris wouldn't have to do it. He had a serious problem with his drinking, and I'd known that for years. We should've got him help way before this happened. I tried to calm my anger, I tried to relax, but I couldn't. I had a feeling I was going to punch him at least once. Guy lived in a high rise, chick-magnent condo in the heart of London. I didn't know how he stood the sound, especially being drunk all the time. But he loved it.

 

I parked close by, walked as fast as I could to his place and found him lying on the front steps in just a t shirt and jeans, staring up at the sky. A beer bottle was placed tightly in his hand. "What is wrong with you?" I spat.

 

He looked down at me, his eyes red and his face pale. "What?"

 

I took a step closer, trying to make myself look bigger. "Kelley told me what you did."

 

"What did I do?" Guy was surprisingly confused. I really didn't think he knew what I was talking about.

 

"You raped her!" I yelled probably a little too loudly. The whole street was now looking in our direction.

 

Guy's jaw dropped, and his eyebrows furrowed. His dark brown eyes were full of confusion, and for the first time in months, he put his beer bottle down and stood up. "Is that what she told you?"

 

Now I was the one full of confusion, not sure what to think. "What?"

 

Guy smiled, his face full of anger. He walked up the steps and opened the door, gesturing for me to step inside. "She lied, Jon."

 

 

 

 

Dun dun dun!!!

PPTH

 

 

 

"We're back to square one," House said. He made a thinking sort of face and added, "I think that's a song."

 

"Sleeping pills," Taub said. "We never ruled them out, they fit perfectly."

 

"Right," House agreed. "Everyone but Chase agreed. And he was wrong, so who cares what he thinks?"

 

Foreman nonchalantly walked into the room, and House watched him carefully as he sat down and grabbed a file.

 

"So, we just discharge him, then?" Thirteen asked.

 

"Yeah, you can go tell him he's free to go," House said, still watching Foreman. Thirteen and Taub both left the room, leaving House, Chase, and Foreman behind. "Boy, I'm sure glad you're here, Foreman. Otherwise we'd never have solved this case."

 

"I was busy. Forgive me," Foreman said, reading the file despite the fact that the other two doctors left to discharge the patient.

 

"Busy doing what? Avoiding Thirteen?" House pressed on.

 

"Yeah," Foreman simply replied. As he was reading, something caught his eye. "You're discharging this guy?"

 

"If you want an autograph, you better go get one now."

 

"You tested him for Dent's?"

 

"It was negative," Chase said. "Why?"

 

"His red blood cell count is a little low. Combined with the heart problem... it could be anemia."

 

House nodded to Chase, "Go stop Taub and Thirteen. And test for anemia." Chase got up without saying a word and left. "So, why were you late?"

 

"I don't think that's any of your business," Foreman replied.

 

"It's not my business why one of my employees didn't come to work on time?"

 

"It's not any of your business," Foreman repeated.

 

-

 

"The test was negative," Thirteen said to Chris. "We think your problems were just the cause of sleeping pills."

 

"You know, I always figured those were doing me no good," Chris laughed. "So, what, then?"

 

"We'll keep you here overnight, but you're free to go home tomorrow," Taub said. "Just stay away from the-"

 

"It's not the sleeping pills," Chase interrupted as he burst through the door.

 

"We ruled out Dent's, you were there," Thirteen said.

 

"Foreman thinks it's anemia."

 

"Anemia?" Chris asked.

 

"It's a blood problem," Taub explained. "Do you have fatigue, dizziness, anything like that?"

 

"Well, I get tired sometimes, but I just thought it was 'cause of the tour."

 

"He does look a little pale," Thirteen said. "Let's test for anemia, then."

 

IDOL

 

By Crests of Daylight

 

The introduction

 

The room was crowded and humid, and filled with the sound of people. Talking? They were singing, singing their hearts out, but not enough to wear out their voices. On their chests they wore a sign with an assigned number, everywhere else you could think of they wore a lucky charm of some sort. And charm? They were working on that as well. In the far left corner sat a few young gentlemen, four to be exact. One with curly hair, his energy making up for the everyone else lethargy. Another with a guitar in his hands, hoping he could impress the judges being a double threat. The third sat patting out a beat on his legs while humming the song he was going to sing. And lastly was a handsome young Scot, just sitting nervously waiting for his time to come. This was the first stop on the search for the one great person, and they knew they had to set the bar high enough to have a chance. A number was called right then "42? Can we have 42 up on the stage?"

 

IDOL

 

Chapter one

 

 

Everybody looked down at their chests, it was one of the four men in the corner. This one the lad with the guitar, Jonathon Buckland. "Go on Jonny, we're all rooting for ya back here!" Jonny started to walk forward but looked back at them with a fear in his eye, he hadn't wanted to go first. He pleaded with them silently, the whole time walking forward towards the stage. Three thumbs ups later and he turned around. In front of the stage was hundreds, maybe even thousands of people. Behind the stage, his only strength to go on. At the side of the stage was the three people who would decide his fate. And right there in the middle of the stage was Jonny, guitar in hand. Shaking like nothing had ever shook before. "Yes, and what brings you to this competition?"

"..ummm...you know...." His words slow and slurred. "Music is...my life and I want to share that feeling with everybody else"

"I see, I see......and do you have a story to share with us? Or are you just going to stand thered and continue to bore us." Simon wasn't helping his jitters at all.

"Well, when I was a little boy....." He started to stutter, and then remembered his three friends in the stage behind him, who would be going through the same thing "I used to love music" He chuckled a bit. "I would skip down to the music store every weekend just to play the insturments. One day I dropped one of the guitars, cracking the neck. Apparently at the same time my best friend died, it was one of those moments that changes everything. I had to pay for the guitar, and though I had never intended to own one I fell in love with it right away. I tought myself how to play, I wouldn't let anyone talk to me while I was going through my own personal hell. And hell, it's inspiring. And that's why I'm here today"

The crowd's eyes seemed to glaze over, his story had somehow touched them in a way he never thought he could. "And this song...this song I wrote back then when I was a boy. I put all my feelings into this song and it's called "Why Aren't You Here"?

Jonny felt strong, he put his guitar pick between his fingers and the strap of his first guitar around his neck......

 

someone stop me, please!

The Lecturer

 

 

Life is a mystery. You never know what's coming until it's here. Then, once it happens, the best you can hope for is that it shapes you as person. After all, we're only the products of what's been thrown at us.

 

I like to think that this is what shaped me as a person. This seemingly insignificant event that happened quite some time ago (so long ago, in fact, that I'm surprised I can remember it) is what made me who I am today.

 

When I started school, I was just another hyperactive five-year-old boy. Loved recess, loved snack time. Hated everything else. Except for music class. Even back then, I knew what my calling was. Then I met another boy. He was quiet, reserved, and something seemed to pull us together. We formed this bond that no one else could understand. We spent every day together, playing all the little kid games that are prevalent throughout youth.

 

One day, we were at his house, playing some sort of video game, if I recall correctly. We were older now, fifteen or so. It was about the time that I told my parents I didn't want to become a banker, or anything like that. My passion was music. We were playing, but I was losing horribly. He was so much better than I ever could hope to be. It was all right, though, because I was a much better singer than he could ever hope to be.

 

I turned to him after one of the games, and noticed a slight twitch in his face. It was pretty subtle, and nothing to really cause any concern. But he looked at me and told me something that I was afraid to hear.

 

We stopped being friends after that. It was too risky. The only problem was that I hadn't acquired any other friends. I had no need for them. So, I had to go back to school and go through the day by myself. When I came home, I would mull over the day's events by myself. It went on like that for the rest of my high school career.

 

I still wanted to be a musician, but to please my parents, I went to college. So did he. We never talked, though our dorms where seperated by only one room. Every day I would see him. Every day I would be reminded of how alone I was.

 

College seemed to me like a place to meet new people. I went expecting to make friends, to find other people who I could rely on. I did no such thing.

 

Every day I would see him. In the hallways, walking around campus, even in a few of my classes. Every day I would be reminded of what a mistake it was to let him go. There would never be someone who I could trust as implicitly as I trusted him. There would never be someone who I was more comfortable around. But we couldn't be friends. You can't be in love with your best friend.

 

It was a decision we both agreed on, but it was a decision we both regretted. After five years of not speaking, I lost my self-control. It was nearly one in the morning, but something told me he'd still be awake. I knocked on his door, and he was there within seconds.

 

We talked for hours about everything and nothing and all the stuff in between. It was the happiest time I'd experienced since we had last talked.

 

I remember talking about our music careers specifically. I was still trying to make it as a singer, playing little gigs like my sister's birthday party, and he was producing these amazing guitar riffs in his spare time. The words spilled out of my mouth and before I knew it, we formed our own little band. We had to set our feelings aside as best as we could, and we promised to be nothing but friends.

 

After some time, our band grew two members larger. We were gaining some popularity around the campus, too. We even managed to play a few live shows at the local cafe. Things were going great.

 

The other two didn't know about our history. There was no reason to tell anyone that we were harboring deep feelings of affection for one another. After all, it would probably make things even more awkward between us.

 

See, it's basically impossible to forget that you're in love. Everything reminds you of it, from the way the person says 'Hello!' and smiles at you to the way the person laughs at your jokes. It's even harder when the other person is in love with you as well. And being best friends... I think you get it. It's awkward to the point that you just want to end all contact with the person. It's also awkward to the point that you just want to climb on top of the roof of your dorm building and scream at the top of your lungs that you love him. You love your best friend more than anyone will understand. You don't do either, because he is your best friend, and you want it to stay that way, but you can't be in love with your best friend.

 

And this is just one example of the hardships we all face. The hardships that test us and push us to our limit until we break down and cry. Or, maybe we push through and come out of it stronger than we were before. We can deny ourselves that happiness we want because we know it would complicate things to a horrendous amount, and that will become part of who we are. Or, we can give in to temptation and forget about what anyone else thinks, and that becomes part of who we are.We're all made up of what life throws at us. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad. But it's all us.

 

 

 

I would stop you, but your fanfics are too awesome :P

 

IDOL

 

Chapter two

 

 

Things began to go wrong, he fumbled and the guitar pick fell right back out of his hand. He sweared quietly enough to not bring attention to himself, but the look in his eyes gave it away. "Hurry up, you're wasting my time" Simon glared, his voice was stern.

All the strength Jonny once had was gone again. He leaned down and came back up with the pick in hand. "okay......"

He strummed the first few notes, he felt as though he would faint. He had to keep going, this was his only chance but he couldn't do it. No, he had to go on. He kept playing, tears rolling down his cheek and started to sing his song. "Why aren't you here, if you were I wouldn't be living in fear. The solution is clear, I know this as I shed a salty tear...."

The lyrics were not anywhere the best and he knew that, but it was something that meant more to him than anything. Even the judges had a few tears when he finished off with a sad guitar solo, and his tears from before made him look like he had really gotten into what he was playing. "thank you so very much for letting me be here"

"It seems like every cloud has a silver lining, everything you've been here has gotten you this far and it will get you even further" Paula was definately impressed.

Jonny started to fill with hope, maybe he would make it through after all

Randy's response was no different, Jonny was a real trooper and he recognized that.

But you can't please everybody..."I hated it, it was the most awful thing I've heard in my life. our voice was cracking, you were missing notes. You shouldn't even be a musician. It was probably best your friend died, he wouldn't have to listen to your horrible music"

It was like a slap in the face, Jonny put his guitar under one arm and prepared to run away.

"Simon!" Paula interrupted his insults. "How can you not see the talent in this fine lad? He has so much potential. I'm letting him through whether you like him or not. And Randy agrees so you're outnumbered"

Before Simon could reply, Paula ran onto the stage and handed Jonny a ticket. "I want you to move on to the next round"

 

One Day Like This

Chapter 13

 

WARNING: Excessively long chapter ahead:stunned:

 

 

"Okay Chris now when Guy comes I don't want you to fall upon your knees with some dramatic gesture and start begging for forgiveness. In fact, it might be better not to mention the incident at all right away. We need to start off with some causal, friendly conversation. Do you think you can handle that?"

 

His tone sounded harsh but Chris saw the playful smile on Jonny's face.

 

"Yes I can manage that much" he replied, rolling his eyes playfully in response.

 

Their banter was stopped short though when they heard the tinkling of bells that alerted all in the bar that someone had entered; the "someone" being Guy .

 

Guy glanced around for a moment, pretending to be looking for Jonny, but Jonny knew he was just collecting his thoughts; they had sat at the same table ever since they started coming here. Finally fixing his eyes on them, Guy tried to walk nonchalantly over to the table. His attempts would have been effective on the average person, but not on Jonny. He had known Guy for too long to fall for that charade. He could tell that Guy was nervous. The funny thing was that Guy knew this, but he still tried to pull it off anyways.

 

Oh great, Chris is here too? Jonny didn't mention that. Well I guess he didn't have to, I should have known. Jonny rarely goes anywhere without Chris.

 

It's not that Guy minded Chris in particular; he was one of his best friends. It was just that his hyperactivity was a direct contrast to Guy's own laid back attitude.

 

Although lately I've been acting more and more like Chris he thought, noticing how his hands were shaking with nervous energy.

 

"Hey guys" he said, trying to act as casual as he could.

 

He sat down in the curved booth next to Jonny and across from Chris. This way he could see Jonny's face at an angle but not have to look directly at him when he spoke. I'm such a coward he thought ruefully.

 

"Hiya Guy. We were just talking about you" piped Chris cheerily, nudging Jonny with his elbow and winking.

 

He had slid surprising well into the causal role. Already he was making lame jokes, if you could even call them that. Guy laughed along with all them nonetheless, and shared secret eye rolls with Jonny after every one. But he was still horribly nervous and wished he could drink himself into oblivion rather than have the serious talk he knew was to come at some point during the evening.

 

"So earlier I heard someone say, and I think it might have been the manager, that they might be closing this place."

 

"Aw, why? This play is full of countless memories for us!" replied Guy, shaking his head sadly.

 

"Yeah I know I'm upset about it too. I really hope it doesn't close, but really, what is there to about it? These things happen sometimes."

 

"Yeah you're rig-"

 

Guy was interrupted by a loud slam on the table, and both he and Jonny stared in surprise at Chris, who was now standing .

 

"I can't believe this! First Guy leaves, then my favorite hotel is fully booked, and now this! Will nothing stay the same!? NOTHING!?"

 

Jonny quickly stood and reached out to put his hand on Chris's shoulder. Guy just stared blankly, completely immobile.

 

"Chris, it's alright. Just calm down, everything's going to be alright. Everything will be alright" he repeated quietly, soothingly, until Chris slowly unclenched his fists.

 

He pat Chris on the back.

 

"Just sit back down, and we can work this out, okay?"

 

Chris nodded and slowly sat back down, in somewhat of a daze. Jonny sat cautiously, watching Chris. Chris looked at Guy and he cringed inwardly as he saw Chris's eyes grow larger and larger and begin to fill with tears.

 

Please don't do this Chris. Please. I don't think I'll be able to handle the guilt. I never meant to hurt you. Don't be hurt, please just don't feel hurt.

 

"I'm...I'm...I'm really sorry Guy."

 

What!? He' s sorry!? For what!? Geez I'd rather him be mad at me, I'd rather him hit me, fuck I'd rather have him hate me than blame himself for this!

 

"I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have freaked out like that.

 

You have every right to freak out Chris.

 

"But the thought of you leaving....well....it-it's too much to bear."

 

Guy cringed, outwardly this time, waiting for the tears to fall. He knew once he saw even a single tear fall that he'd completely lose it, the guilt completely eating him away until he was nothing but a hollow remainder of his former self.

 

OK maybe that's a little too dramatic.

 

But another look at Chris's pitiful face told him that it wasn't.

 

Much to Guy's relief however, no tears ever fell. Chris seemed to have regained his composure, and was now sitting stiffly with his hands folded on the table, staring intently at the scuffed old floor. If Guy didn't feel so guilty, he would've laughed. Chris looked just like a schoolboy who had been reprimanded by his teacher. Normally Guy would have enjoyed this brief moment with no fidgeting or excessive chatter. But not if Guy was the cause of the abrupt change in disposition. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what there was to say.

 

What could I say? Nothing I say to him will change the way things have to be. The only way to make him happy again is to rejoin the band. but I just can't do that.

 

So he just sat. They all did, not saying a word, all lost in their thoughts, until their drinks arrived. Then Jonny decided things had calmed down enough; it was time to talk.

 

"Guy?"

 

"Hmm?" he responded absentmindedly.

 

Jonny traced the edge of his glass with his finger.

 

He always does that when he's about to say something important.

 

Guy could feel himself start to sweat. He really did not want to have this conversation. But he knew there was no sense in trying to avoid the inevitable; they were going to talk about this at some point. Might as well be now.

 

I wish I could project these confident thoughts to my emotions and calm down a bit.

 

"You wanted to say something to me Jon?

 

"Um....yeah."

 

He seemed startled that Guy had remembered that he had spoken.

 

"You knew this question was coming I'm sure, so I guess I'll just say it. Why are you leaving the band Guy?"

 

Guy sighed, and staring down and his glass, tried to collect his thoughts so he could form a coherent response.

 

"It's a complicated thing to explain Jonny. I'm not sure I can."

 

"Well at least try. We deserve an answer from you."

 

"I know you do" he responded quietly. "But I need to come up with an answer that you'll actually believe."

 

"How about the truth?"

 

Guy snorted. "You'd never believe the truth."

 

"What is there not to believe? You met a girl, and you want to run away with her right?"

 

I don't like how he describes it, like it means nothing.

 

"Well if you already know, then why'd you ask?" questioned Guy between clenched teeth.

 

He was quickly becoming irritated. [

 

I]I shouldn't have to be having this conversation at all. It's like they're my parents or something.[/i]

 

"Because I want to hear it from you. I mean, I heard what Phil told us, but it's better to hear it like this. That way I can better understand your reasoning."

 

"Okay fine. If you want to hear it from me, you can hear it from me. But there isn't much to say. I met this girl, her name is Emily, and we got to talking. It started to get late, so I offered to continue the conversation in my hotel room-and DON'T laugh at that!" he shouted, pointing his finger at Chris, who was trying to disguise his laughter with his hand.

 

"Well I'm sorry Guy, but that's probably the lamest pickup line ever!"

 

"It wasn't a pickup line! I never actually intended to do anything. I honestly just wanted to keep talking to her."

 

"You never intended to do anything? So that means you did, right?

 

"Yes, Jonny, I did. But that is not the point! The point is that all the time I was with her, these feelings kept coming over me, things I'd never felt before. I had these strong desires to protect her, and stay by her side, never leaving her. And this is why I have to quit the band. I could never be with her like I want to if I continued on with you guys. It's nothing that you did Chris, and it's not because I suddenly lost interest in music. I've just found something better."

 

"So that's it then?" replied Jonny, almost ina whisper. "You're going to trade your one true passion, the thing you've worked for so hard and so long to master, for this one girl?"

 

Guy felt the anger building up inside of him.

 

So this is it. He thinks nothing of Emily at all, he thinks that finding the girl I've been searching for all these years is somehow less important than playing bass in a band!?

 

"Yes, I really am! And honestly Jon, I'm sick and tired of you trying to control my life like this. Who are you to decide what I should pursue!? Why shouldn't I take these feelings over music!?"

 

"I'm just sayi-"

 

"No. No Jon. Don't say anything. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. Since when did you become my mother!?"

 

"I-"

 

But Guy was truly angry now. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't.

 

"You know what Jonny? You don't even act like my mother, you act like you're some freaking guru or something! And I'm sick and tired of it! I don't care what you have to say; your thoughts mean nothing to me, so why are you even bothering? I'm quitting and that's the end of it!"

 

"Gu-"

 

"Just stay the hell out of my life!"

 

He was furious now, and had long since stood up, his voice moving up a decibel after every word. He started to leave.

 

"Guy..." Chris pleaded softly for him to listen, reaching up to touch his shoulder.

 

Guy jerked around to face him.

 

"What?" he growled.

 

"I hope that you've found what you're looking for."

 

Guy started to speak, but Chris cut him off.

 

"I want you to be happy Guy. And if this girl, erm, Emily, makes you happy, then I want you to pursue this."

 

"Chris..."

 

"Everyone deserves to be happy Guy. We're not going to take that away from you."

 

Guy made the mistake of looking directly into Chris's eyes, full of sincerity, and felt tears building up in his eyes.

 

I don't think I could ever find a better friend.

 

He nodded, mumbling a thank you, then quickly turned around again and walked out so no one would see the tears streaming down his face. Tears of remorse and tears of affection, all at once. The guilt of what he had done to Jonny was already eating a hole straight through him, causing him deep pain, and at the same time he was absolutely euphoric to have such an unimaginably good friend as Chris was. It was the strangest mix of emotions he had ever felt, and he continued to experience them until he reached his building, where he hurried inside, eager to see Emily's face again and escape the emotional tidal wave he was trapped in.

 

 

With or Without You

 

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Guy could feel a sharp pain in his abdomen. His eyes were still closed but the distinct burning sensation in that area was clear to him even before he had gained his conscience.

 

He knew he was in a hospital, he could smell the sterilized place and recognize it anywhere. He had been here too many times. He opened his eyes to see the cream-colored walls and a figure laying on the chair next to him.

 

Chris.

 

Guy slowly lifted his hand to run it through the blue-eyed man’s hair. His curls were wild these days since he hadn’t gotten a haircut in a few months. He devoted his time to Guy, taking care of everything for him, being with him at all times, worrying about him. Loving him every single second unconditionally.

 

Guy felt terrible for bringing him down when he had so much to live. Instead of exploring what the world had to offer him, he was inside this bubble with a man that got ill and changed his life dramatically. As much as he tried to deny it, Chris was letting things go because of Guy. Music was secondary in his life now. He didn’t get up in the middle of the night to write a song because he just had an idea. He got up in the middle of the night to grab a wet cloth to put over Guy’s forehead when he felt warm or an extra blanket when he felt cold.

 

Guy kept smoothing Chris’s hair when he woke up, suddenly alert and awake. “Hey! Are you okay? Do you feel okay? Do you need anything?” He asked, very concerned.

 

“I… I feel something in here.” Guy admitted, pointing to the place on his belly.

 

“Well, that’s what I have to tell you.” Chris said, his face lighting up. “You had surgery and the doctors assured us that now there are no more vestiges of the tumor!”

 

“What? How did this happen? How did I end up here in the first place? The last thing I remember is being at the park…” Guy trailed off, looking at Chris.

 

“You fainted.” Chris said quietly. “And you called me right before it happened. I called an ambulance right away and ran to the park. Your liver was in failure so they had to stabilize your other vitals and then they did the surgery. Also, that’s why you have al those scrapes on your face and your arm.”

 

“Oh, okay.” Guy felt dizzy with this information.

 

“I’m sorry.” Chris said, holding Guy’s left hand in his own. “I am so sorry.”

 

“You’re not sorry, Chris, you’re just relieved. The same way I am right now.” Guy paused and put his other hand on top of Chris’s. “You would have done the same thing because basically I make your life a living hell and I am ungrateful in the end. But I am sorry. Because I am responsible for it, no matter how many diseases I might have. Because in the end, I love you and I don’t say it enough. Because I have to thank you for being here now and I don’t remember saying “Thank you” in a long time.”

 

Chris simply got closer and placed a gentle kiss on Guy’s lips, followed by his forehead. He just stood there, close to him, holding him like a porcelain doll, so fragile in its nature.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Jonny and Will arrived at the hospital about an hour later, as soon as they heard the news. They made their way to Guy’s room in silence. They hoped this was it. Chris and Guy had gone through so much already with this illness; they deserved to have a happy, normal life. The one they had been living until they discovered Guy’s tumor.

 

“Do you think this will work?” Jonny asked Will, disrupting him from his thoughts.

 

“What do you mean?” Will frowned.

 

“The surgery. Do you think he’ll be alright from now on?” Jonny asked, hopeful to hear a positive answer.

 

“I hope so.” Will was thinking the same thing. He just hated to see his friends going through this. “I mean, they did the resection and there’s no more tumor. Now, he’ll just keep the treatment.”

 

Jonny nodded. They stopped outside his room. They entered quietly to see Chris and Guy sleeping.

 

Will softly closed the door and sat down in the bench on the other side of the bed opposite Chris. Jonny stood by the end of the bed.

 

They looked at his sleeping friends. For the first time in a while they seemed peaceful and finally resting. Chris was softly snoring while Guy moved a little in his bed, revealing a dark bruise on the side of his face from his fall.

 

Jonny and Will didn’t know what else to do except pray for them. They have suffered so much, they deserved a break from all the problems they were facing right now.

 

 

 

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IDOL

 

Chapter three

 

 

Jonny ran off the stage happier than if he had ran off while Simon was trying to boost his own sorry ego, but he was still in tears. In the far corner still sat his three friends. Seeing his tears they assumed the worst and reached out to hug him. "Come on Jonny, you tried your best and that's all that matters. If the judges saw nothing in you they're all just a bunch of nasty twits."

Jonny found his voice "No guys, I......made it."

"You di...well I don't mean it like that, of course you would make it..but really?"

"Yes, yes" He pulled out his ticket.

"Why on earth would you lead us on like that? We're so proud of you" They showered hm with affection, but he could really use a real shower after all the nervous sweats.

"So which one of us is next?" They somehow kept forgetting their numbers, they were so nervous they sometimes even forgot to breathe.

"I'm 45, so I think I'll be the next one. Anybody want to change numbers?" They all softly chuckled. The lighthearted joke had somehow made things a bit less frightening. Number 45 was Will Champion. All he had to offer was his voice, and he hoped it would be good enough that he could follow in his friend's footsteps. "What do you think guys, should I kinda drum on my legs?" He hummed again, patting out the beats.

"I think it sounds pretty good that way, is that the song you're gonna sing?"

"If I still have a voice by then, I think I'm gonna throw up"

"Why don't you sing that new song? Death Will Never Conquer? You liked singing that"

"I'm not sure yet, I'm not ready at all. I hope I have enough time to prepare...."

"Number 45? It's your turn."

Will threw up.