SPRING & WINTER

chapter 18

 

This chapter is dedicated to Dianna. :D

 

 

 

 

I watched Guy carefully as he went from window to window. I’d brought him to the study-like room of the house; a little area connected to the library. The room was special because it had large windows on its three free walls, and they had gorgeous views of the property, especially in late afternoon. The glass and sunlight shimmered together in such a charming way.

 

“How nice,” Guy mused, turning back to me. But he looked distracted, and I had the feeling he wasn’t paying much attention to the windows. “Christopher,” he began.

 

“Are you hungry?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

 

“No, no…don’t interrupt…”

 

“Are you sure? We’ve got some lovely fruit downstairs.”

 

Guy’s dark eyes glinted with impatience. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m not hungry.”

 

I shrugged. “If you’re sure.”

 

“I’ve been thinking…” he paused, fingering a button on his frock. “And I want to apologize for lying to you.”

 

“Lying to me? About what?” I asked, slightly offended.

 

“About that night,” he said, gesturing to his ankle. “I do remember…it.”

 

“It?”

 

“I remember,” he lowered his voice and looked at the floor, “kissing you.”

 

“You do?” I said absently. In truth, I had expected as much. But I was relieved to hear him say it.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why tell me now?” I pressed, standing up to my full height. Guy now had to look up at me, which seemed to bother him. I anxiously awaited his answer. Was it possible that he felt the same way I did, or was I doomed to suffer my feelings alone? I wanted to believe that I had chance; wanted to believe it with all my heart. But the odds were not in my favor.

 

“I was completely conscious of what I was doing,” said Guy slowly. He took a step away from me and looked out the nearest window. “It wasn’t the medicine that caused me to act the way I did. Well,” he added quickly, “it was, sort of. I don’t think I would’ve done it without the drug…”

 

“Are you trying to tell me something, Berryman?” I whispered.

 

For the first time, Guy looked frightened. “It may sound ridiculous, and perhaps it may even ruin our friendship, but…I have a very strange attraction…to you. I’m not sure what it is. Love? I don’t know,” he muttered.

 

“Does it feel like you’d be completely overcome by the feeling if you didn’t tell me?”

 

He ran a hand through his hair and nodded stiffly.

 

That sounded like love to me.

“Would you do it again, even if it were a sin?”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Kiss me.”

 

Guy hesitated, obviously scared. “Yes,” he finally admitted.

 

“I would love it if you did,” I said breathlessly. I was practically frozen; a dozen different emotions were flooding through my veins.

 

Guy looked up sharply, his eyes wide. “You would?” he asked, his voice cracking. “You speak truly?”

 

“Would you be afraid?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But would you like to kiss me?” I questioned, examining his beautiful, troubled features.

 

“Yes,” he repeated, shakily raising a hand. He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “But it would be wrong…I couldn’t. I cannot.”

 

At that point, however, I didn’t care how wrong it was. He’d just admitted that we shared the same feelings, and that was good enough for me. I needed to show him that he didn’t have to be afraid. I wanted to show him that I loved him and would do anything to be closer to him.

 

Gingerly, I slipped my hand around the nape of his neck. Then, in one fluid motion, I angled his head up and brushed my lips against his. He froze, gasping in shock. “Is that all right?” I whispered.

 

“Please, don’t stop,” he choked out. This time, I kissed him more forcefully, reveling in the feel of his soft lips pressing against my own. A weak moan found its way out of my chest and I finally broke away and opened my eyes. Guy just stood there, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly. He blinked slowly and touched a trembling finger to his mouth.

 

“Oh my god…” I breathed. I broke out of the trance I had been in and placed a hand over my heart. “I’m sorry,” I began, afraid that I’d scared him. But Guy shook his head, his eyes glowing with need. Before I could continue, he grabbed my head and crushed our mouths together with a passion I hadn’t imagined possible.

 

 

 

All You Ever Wanted

 

10

 

 

Chris gasped. It was sudden, loud, and it almost made Jonny spill orange juice down the front of his shirt.

 

“What?” Jonny asked after he managed to not choke to death.

 

“Do you realise what tomorrow is?” Chris leaned over the table and raised his eyebrows. “Do you?”

 

Jonny stared questioningly at him for a few moments, before it hit him. He gasped almost as loudly as Chris had. “Oh my God!”

 

“I know, right? Time flies by so quickly.” Chris sat back and stared into space for a few moments, then stood up and carried his empty plate to the sink.

 

“I'm so glad you didn't remember, either,” Jonny said, shaking his head in disbelief.

 

“That is a good thing...” Chris dropped the plate into the sink, turned around, and added, “Actually, if neither of us could remember, that's probably bad.”

 

“Nah, we've only been married for year, it's not that important,” Jonny sarcastically replied. “How could we forget that?”

 

Chris replied, “There have been more important things going on, I suppose.”

 

“Right, like making sure we have food to put on the table,” Jonny quietly said. Chris silently nodded and sat back down. Jonny looked up at him with sad brilliantly green eyes. “I guess we can't really do much to celebrate, huh?”

 

“I wouldn't say that, Jonny,” Chris sneakily laughed and winked. “And don't be so hard on yourself, you'll find another job soon enough.”

 

“How are you so peppy all the time?” Jonny asked, resting his elbow on the table and using his arm to prop up his chin. Chris tilted his head back and thought for a while.

 

“That's a good question. Um... I don't know, one of us has to be.” Chris quickly shrugged, and proceeded to take a drink from the glass of juice that Jonny nearly killed himself with.

 

“I guess that's one way of looking at it.” Jonny sat for a few moments, staring at Chris. He had to think of something wonderfully amazing to do for their anniversary. After all, absolutely nothing mattered as much to Jonny as Chris did. “Hey, where's Walter?”

 

Chris took a deep breath. “That is a very good question. I feel like one of us should know the answer, but I certainly have no clue.”

 

“Maybe he's still sleeping?”

 

“That's definitely a possibility, though when I went past his room earlier, it was empty.” Chris tapped his fingers on the table, trying to think of where Retaw could be. “Oh, well. I'm sure he's doing all right, wherever he is.”

 

Retaw was doing more than all right, actually. He was feeling positively splendid. After he woke up, he decided to take a walk around the block. Once he'd finished the first lap, he found himself wanting to walk even more. He ended up walking around the same path nearly twenty times before he even thought about it. Eventually he realised that quite some time had passed since he'd left the apartment, and that Chris and Jonny were probably wondering where he'd gone to.

 

He slowly made his way back to the building, hoping that Chris and Jonny weren't worried about him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the apartment, he noticed something odd. Someone was curled up in the corner by the door, wrapped up in a giant, black blanket. The dark hair peeking through at the top told Retaw that it was probably Guy. Why he was sitting there like that was anybody's guess, but Retaw decided not to bother him.

 

“I'm guessing that's him,” Chris said to Jonny as the sound of the door closing rang through the apartment. Sure enough, Retaw's tall figure soon walked through the doorway and into the kitchen.

 

“Hello, Martin. Jonathan,” he said to them as he nonchalantly walked over to the fridge. Pulling out a water bottle from the top shelf, he continued, “How are you two this morning?”

 

“Um, I'm doing OK,” Chris answered.

 

“Where were you?” Jonny asked. Retaw quickly took a sip from the water bottle, then joined Chris and Jonny at the table.

 

“I went for a walk,” he replied. “Actually, I went for quite a few walks.”

 

“Oh,” Jonny plainly said. “Did you have fun?”

 

“Oh, yes!” Retaw said, a huge grin spreading across his face as his eyes lit up. “I really enjoyed walking around. This is a very nice neighborhood.”

 

“Nice, really?” Jonny laughed. “Maybe we should go for another walk later, and you can show me what's nice about it.”

 

Retaw gave Jonny a rather confused look, and Chris cleared his throat. “Jon,” he said, quietly and in a very serious manner. Jonny looked up at Chris, frightened for a few seconds, because Chris never called him Jon unless there was something wrong. Then he noticed Chris was clutching his arm, and Jonny realised what he meant.

 

“Sorry.” He tried to continue his conversation with Retaw, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere now. “Uh... Yeah, it's... well, this place could be better.”

 

“What happened?” Retaw asked, despite his thoughts that he wouldn't receive a straight answer. He was right; Chris and Jonny tried to tip-toe around the question, and had somehow successfully managed to steer the conversation in the direction of chickens dancing to songs with Spanish titles on rooftops in winter. Even though he had been present and paying attention the whole time, Retaw didn't understand how they had done so, but he figured it was probably Chris's doing. After all, that man was all over the place.

 

After Chris and Jonny had finished their lively discussion, the three headed out to the living room to watch TV. Retaw insisted they watch iCarly, but the other two had had enough of it. There are only so many times you can watch teenagers battle their trivial problems. Plus, it's always the same exact episode playing.

 

Instead, Chris stole the remote and forced Retaw and Jonny to watch Montel. And then The Price is Right. And then The Young and the Restless.

 

And then Jonny held Chris down while Retaw quickly grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

 

For the rest of the afternoon, up until it was time for Chris to leave for work, they watched some cop movie that was on. No one was sure what it was called, but it was pretty intense, and the main actor seemed to do a fantastic job. The supporting actors did, too, of course.

 

When Chris left, Jonny and Retaw were left sitting around quietly, trying to think of what to do. The silence was almost painfully awkward, and it took nearly ten minutes for either of them to speak up.

 

“So...” Jonny unhelpfully began.

 

“Oh!” Retaw exclaimed, suddenly hit with an idea. “Did you want to go for a walk?”

 

“Uh, sure,” Jonny shrugged. “Why not?”

 

The sun was beginning to set, and since it was a fall day, it was rather chilly out. Jonny and Retaw both sported nice, black jackets as they strolled around, which kept them cozy and warm.

 

“Will you tell me what happened?” Jonny looked questioningly at Retaw. “Earlier, I asked you what happened, but you guys just started talking about chickens. Am I not allowed to know?”

 

Jonny lowered his head and watched his feet move across the sidewalk. “Chris doesn't like to talk about it. Which is completely understandable. It's something that happened a few years ago... before we even met you.” Jonny looked up at Retaw again, as a realization shone through his eyes. “Wow, a lot's happened since then... but it's still a sensitive subject, you know? If Chris wants to tell you, he'll tell you.”

 

Retaw nodded and accepted the explanation, and the two began to turn the corner. As they did so, however, another body came walking towards them. The other body collided with Retaw, sending them both to the ground. Retaw quickly reassembled himself, and looked around for the other body.

 

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” a silky voice said. Retaw soon found the origin of the voice, and was surprised by what he saw. The other body appeared to be a woman with pin-straight, dark brown hair.

 

 

My first Coldplay FanFic. I hope you guys enjoy it and the other parts are soon to come. I'm dediacting the story as a whole to my co-writer and editor who is soon to create an account on Coldplaying. By the way, it's a Chris/Jonny fic, even though you can't tell yet.;)

 

Christmas Wishes

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

 

Will’s Dream

 

I opened my eyes and looked around the half-lit room. To my right, I saw a figure in the blanket. Noticing she was still asleep, I didn’t wake her. I shifted closer, put my arm around her torso and took her hand. I slowly moved to check the clock. It was six o’clock, which was about the time the kids normally woke up to open their Christmas presents. I shrugged this off; it gave me and Marianne more time to sleep. Waking at this hour normally made her quite moody. She then mumbled something I couldn’t distinguish. She shifted closer to me, and we both fell asleep again. A few hours later, I felt Marianne stir.

 

“William? Are you awake?” She whispered, trying not to wake me if I wasn’t already.

 

“Yeah I am, what’s wrong, love?”

 

“The children, should they have not come upstairs already, to wake us up? It is Christmas after all, children usually adore the day!” She ranted to me. I placed a finger on her lips and pointed to the door. At that moment three little brunette children ran through the door.

 

“Mummy! Daddy! Merry Christmas!” Ava shouted running as fast as her little 3-year-old feet could take her. The twins followed swiftly in behind her. They all jumped on the bed simultaneously and grabbed our hands.

 

“Juno and Rex got bored of waiting to wake you two up. And I really want to open my presents,” Ava proudly stated.

 

“Well then, Ava dear, let’s not keep you waiting,” Marianne stepped out of the bed and straightened out her night dress. She grabbed Juno’s and Rex’s hands and pulled them downstairs. I picked up Ava and put her on my shoulders. She squealed as I ran down the stairs past her mother and her siblings.

 

As the tots opened their presents, Marianne and I watched. I had bought Marianne a simple necklace and four charms to go on them, one to represent each member of our family. She had gotten me a gold wristband. The children had made us miniature statues of the family.

 

Tonight I had planned a special dinner for the five of us. I had cooked the roast but, Marianne insisted she make the veggies as I “would probably murder them” She believes it, a side effect of being a drummer that makes me destructive. I told her the theory is not correct, as I am very gentle around her and the children.

 

My wonderful Christmas is interrupted by a knock at the door, looking through the peep hole I see three men, smiling. The band. Just great. In my mind though, I was quite happy to see them. They were my closest friends after all; they would make my Christmas even better. I’ll just make sure not to tell them that, or show it emotionally as I would be pestered about it for as long as I live, or until one of them croaked.

 

 

The next part of the story, written entirely (except the first few sentances) by Butterflies+Hurricanes. Thanks for all the love. Next chapter will be up soon.

 

Christmas Wishes

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

Guy’s Dream

 

It was a day like any other day, except this morning seemed to be different; like an important date or something. I realized I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I didn’t care. I awoke next to my girl, Adrianna, who I could tell had been up for at least a few minutes.

“Oh, good morning, honey,” she soothed. She took my hand, and lay on her side. This showed every single curve in her perfect body, which made me bite my lip. I knew what she had in her mind; she noticed my expression and decided to tease. She shifted closer, batted her eyelashes twice and just when I believed she was beginning to undress me, she meekly placed a kiss on my neck. She gave me an intense look, I knew she wanted to go but hesitated for her enjoyment.

She stood and walked over to my bathroom. She was still within my eyesight; the door remained open. I sat up and waited impatiently for her to return. I tapped my fingers and my feet at the same rhythmic tone. Even when waiting, I can’t get rid of those guys, now can I? I thought bitterly, recognizing the beat. When I’d finally thought I could burst with anxiety, Adrianna walked over to me, but stopped at the doorway.

She was wearing her housecoat and matching slippers. She moved slightly and I noticed she was only wearing her housecoat and matching slippers. I flashed her a sexy grin, and stood excitedly. I placed my hands on either side of her waist. She kissed my lips briefly, and then stood back slightly.

“It’s Christmas, you know,” she paused. I knew today was relevant! “I got you something,”

“Oh, well, you didn’t have to,” I whispered, trying to sound modest. I looked into her eyes, and they read the ‘well I wanted to’ sort of puppy-dog expression. “Well, if you insist,”

She happily smiled at me and took a small box out of her housecoat pocket. I saw more of her perfectly toned thigh and became impatient, more for the imminent contact than the present in her hand. I tried to relax myself as I opened the gift.

It was a note from my tour manager saying ‘enjoy your trip and break, Guy’. Then I looked up; she was smiling extremely brightly, like she needed to announce something or she’d explode into a million bits.

“We’re going to Cuba on vacation! You’ll meet the grandparents!”

I thanked her by giving her a kiss. After a three-minute round of tonsil hockey, I led her to bed, and then instructed her not to peek. I walked over to my nightstand and opened the bottom cabinet. I’d bought this a few weeks previous, and I said a quick thank you to the earlier me, as he saved the current me’s ass.

Sitting down beside Adrianna, I handed her my little box. She excitedly, but carefully, untied the bow, and opened the box. She gasped; I took the smaller blue box and opened it. I had bought her a golden anklet she’d had her eye on. She noticed something else in the box. She lifted it and then gave me a suggestive look.

“Guy? A condom?” I shifted closer.

“We could use it right now, if you like,”

“What about the neighbors, honey?” She asked excitedly.

“They can’t complain, unless they wanna walk in,” I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. To the sides went the boxes and ribbons, and our clothes. I opened the condom and thought, Merry Christmas to me!

 

 

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He sighed. Jonny rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

 

Will opened the door a few minutes later and Jonny placed his coat and hat on the wooden rack. They both sat on the couch without a word and Will turned on the TV.

 

"You want to go to American Gangster? I want to dress like a douche." Will asked.

 

"Nah, how about tomorrow or Tuesday?"

 

"But you said we could today!" Will said growing frustrated.

 

"I'm a bit tired..." Jonny said.

 

Will sighed. "For God's sake, cancel my Tuesday appointments!" Will shouted towards someone near the back of the couch.

 

A person that looked exactly like Will stepped forward with a planner in one hand and a pen in the other. Although he looked similar to Will, his hair was sticking up slightly and one of his eyes always looked in the opposite direction.

 

"Do you want me to move it to another day?" the man asked, with a smile. He talked slower than Will and his speech was a little off.

 

"No, just cancel it." Will ordered.

 

"Okay, will do." The man walked away and Jonny stayed sullen for a moment.

 

Jonny jumped up from the couch next to Will.

 

"Who the hell was that? There was another Will just standing right there."

 

"Oh yeah. I've been so damn busy lately and my schedule has been so packed that I've needed some sort of human to do all my pain-in-the-ass stuff, so I cloned myself." Will told him proudly.

 

"Y-YOU CLONED YOURSELF?" Jonny shouted.

 

"What are you, deaf?"

 

"So he is an exact copy of you?" Jonny asked, curious of how Will could have pulled this off.

 

"Not exactly. I drained out some of his intelligence so I still remain superior to him." Will answered. "I call him Bitchwill. Would you like to meet him?"

 

"Uhm, yeah I guess."

 

"Bitchwill! Come here to meet my friend Jonny."

 

Bitchwill ran out to the living room in almost the same exact clothes as Will, except his had holes all over..

 

"Hi Will. Oh you gotta friend? I'm always happy to meet one of your friends!" He talked quickly now.

 

Jonny was shocked. "Dear god..."

 

"It's so nice to meet you, I'm Bitchwill!" Bitchwill forcefully shook Jonny's hand.

 

"Wow, he's got quite a grip."

 

"Isn't he wonderful?" Will asked Jonny.

 

 

 

 

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The doorbell's sound thundered through the house.

 

"Come in." Jonny called.

 

Will walked in. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Chris Martin's Birthday party." Jonny said.

 

"No way, I hate that kid. And Birthday parties. So I sent Bitchwill in my place."

 

***

 

At the birthday party Chris was twirling Bitchwill around in circles blindfolded, helping him get ready to pin the tail on the donkey. Will carefully felt along the large poster trying to figure out where to put the donkey's tail on the picture. He placed the tail on and removed his blindfold.

 

Bitchwill frowned.

 

"Oh no! It's not on his butt, it's on his face! I've ruined it!" He sighed. "Oh well, that's okay. Someone else will come along and get it right!" He shouted.

 

"Hey thanks, for coming to my party, Will." Chris thanked him cheerfully, wearing a point party hat.

 

"Oh, I wouldn't miss it for anything! I've never been invited to a party before."

 

"Want to watch me blow out the candles?" Chris asked, gesturing towards the cake with candles on it.

 

"I'd love to see that! And I'd love to play with some of your birthday toys, but only if you play with them first and you say it's okay."

 

***

 

"Wow, I'm surprised. It seems like your clone is coming in pretty handy." Jonny paused. " I don't suppose... You would consider making one for me, would you?"

 

"Oh, maybe... what would you be willing do for me?"

 

"Well, what would you want?"

 

Will smiled. "Take your hand and run your fingers along the length of the lamp shade."

 

"Why?"

 

Will laughed. "Because that's what I asked you to do."

 

"That's kind of weird... Is this some sort of sexual thing?"

 

"No, no, no, no! No one said anything about sexual! Nothing sexual about it. I only asked you to perform a simple task."

 

"I only have to do it once?"

 

"I'll tell you when to stop." Will assured him.

 

Jonny stroked the tall lamp shade once and stopped and then looked at Will.

 

He laughed. "I don't know why you stopped, no one told you to stop."

 

So Jonny continued for about a minute or two.

 

"Now give me a smile." Will ordered Jonny. Jonny didn't see where this was going, but just did what Will said to.

 

"Your lips look a bit dry, why don't you wet them a bit?" Jonny carefully licked his lips, still smiling and rubbing the lamp.

 

Will burst into laughter.

 

"My God! You are so weird! Alright, alright I'll make you a clone, buddy." And Will continued to laugh as he headed upstairs to make Jonny a clone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jonny walked into Will's bedroom where Will said his clone would be.

 

There he saw Will. "Ah, there you are Jonny! Are you ready to meet your clone?"

 

"Am I ever! I have a To-do-List three pages long for him." Jonny said cheerfully, excited that his hard work would finally be done for him.

 

"I'd like to remind you, as with my clone, the intelligence level is reduced a bit."

 

"Well that's good, I don't want him thinking too much."

 

"Uhmmm...Yeah... I might have dialed your's intelligence back a little more than I had mine..."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Will ignored Jonny's question nervously. "Jonny, meet Bitchjonny."

 

"Hi 'onny. You 'ot some stuff you want me to do for yew?" And just like Will's clone, he had an eye that always looked the other way and his hair was sticking up. Except Bitchjonny must have been far dumber than Bitchwill, he hardly use proper English.

 

"OH MY GOD." Jonny was shocked.

 

Will sighed. "Yeah, that's kind of what I said too... You know, I'll be honest with you Jonny, here's what happened; I didn't really want to do the work so... Bitchwill sort of did it..."

 

"Hey Will! How'd the clone turn out?" Bitchwill asked.

 

"Jonny, I can't 'o to ta bathroom by myself. Could you please helps 'e?" Bitchjonny asked. "But I'm weally good at udder stuff!"

 

"Oh..." Bitchwill said as Jonny facepalmed.

 

"I sharpened a pencil in my bum and 'ow I needs a band-aid." Bitchjonny announced.

 

****

 

Jonny sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper with a coffee by his side.

 

"Jonny, I 'on't know if you want a babeh doll, but I made chew one." Bitchjonny handed him a deformed baby doll, that Bitchjonny obviously made.

 

"Uhmm... okay, thank you." Jonny picked the doll up and placed it next to his coffee. "Did you wash the car like I asked?"

 

"No, vutt I hit it witt a rock."

 

Jonny sighed. "Alright, thanks."

 

 

 

It's a bit bloody...:P

 

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"Jonny!" Will yelled, running into Jonny's apartment like a spazz.

 

 

"Thanks for knocking...." Jonny said sarcastically continuing to read the newspaper.

 

 

"But Jon! You don't understand! Your clone... Where is Bitchjonny?" Will sounded concerned, which began to frighten Jonny.

 

 

"He's in the living room... Why?" Jonny started panicking.

 

 

Bitchwill suddenly barged in behind Will, dragging himself towards them with only his hands towards them, an evil grin spread upon his face.

 

 

"Hello Jon..." The face slowly fell apart onto Jonny's floor. The skin slowly sank to the ground along with gushing blood. His skull crashed to the floor and his entire body dissolved.

 

 

Jonny was both creeped out and stunned. "Wh...What..." He stumbled over his words.

 

 

"It seems that the clones aren't very stable... This will probably happen to Bitchjonny if it hasn't happened already."

 

 

Jonny hardly cared. "Is that going to stain the floor? You know your cleaning that up, man."

 

"Jonny, ma' jaw isn't feeling so good." Bitchjonny walked into the kitchen and his jaw dropped completely to the floor and eventually the rest of his body also accumulated.

 

 

"That was creepy." Jonny said.

 

 

"Are you sill going to make me clean that up?" Will asked pointing toward the dissolved bodies.

 

 

Jonny shrugged and Will a mop. "You clean up the mess you make."

 

THE END

 

 

Christmas or Chrismas?

PART TWO

 

 

 

"It's not much, but it does for what I want it for, just a bit of living space" the woman said as she led Chris through her front door.

"What is your name, sorry?" Chris asked. The woman stopped still and paused before answering with a bit of a chuckle.

"My name is Annie" she said, smiling. They both paused, looking into each others eyes. Chris smiled and went to sit on the sofa.

"Help yourself" Annie said sarcastically, holding Chris' shoulders as he sat down.

"Do you want some wine?" Annie asked.

"Uhh, no, thank you" Chris said, sudden realisations of what he was actually doing flowing into his mind.

"Okay" Annie replied, sitting next to Chris and holding his hands. Chris began to think about his next moves.

"I'm tired, do you mind if I sleep here tonight?" Chris asked. Annie began to get excited.

"Yeah, yeah, my bedroom is just over there!" Annie exclaimed, grinning. She was still holding his hands. Chris moved his hands away and smiled once more.

"I was thinking of sleeping on this sofa" Chris said, sighing. Annie was crestfallen.

"Oh" she said, taking a massive sigh. "Okay, goodnight" she said, forcing a smile before storming off into her bedroom. Chris collapsed onto the sofa and began to shed a tear or two.

 

Chris opened his eyes and glared at his watch. It was ten past six. Chris slowly got off the sofa and stood up, running his hand through his hair. Chris made a beeline to the front door. It was still dark. As he began to open the door, the lights of the room switched on. Chris turned round and saw Annie in her dressing gown.

"Annie" he said, sighing.

"Where are you going?" Annie asked, trying to be nice. She was secretly fuming. Chris couldn't get away from her.

"Uhh, home, it's Christmas, isn't it? I need to get loads sorted for the big day tommorow!" Chris exclaimed, smiling. At that moment, Annie un-did her dressing gown to reveal a rather revealing costume. Chris pretended to be angry but was secretly flattered.

"Get some clothes on you stupid woman!" Chris exclaimed.

"Don't be like that" Annie said, slowly walking towards Chris. Chris stood still, staring into Annie's eyes. Annie began to kiss Chris, Chris waited several moments before pulling away.

"I've got to go!" Chris said quickly as he picked up his coat and walked out of Annie's flat.

 

 

 

PART THREE WILL BE POSTED EITHER TOMMOROW OR BOXING DAY! HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Just a little spur of the moment thing I wrote today.

 

All I Want For Christmas Is You

 

 

Chris was sitting on a park bench. All around him was a winter wonderland. Snow was falling lazily but steadily from the grey clouds overhead. It covered everything with glistening white sparkles that gave the place a mysterious feel, almost fantasy-like.

In the coming twilight, Christmas lights that had been carefully strung from the branches of a few trees glowed brightly. But Chris hardly noticed any of it, fixed as he was on the man sitting beside him.

 

Jonny's eyes seemed to be glowing far brighter in the limited light of the evening than anything in the trees. Chris saw a mother showing her daughter one of the trees, and almost laughed at their amazed reaction to the decorations. He thought it was truly comical that they should act this way when the most exquisite thing in the park, and likely the whole world, was right there next to him.

Jonny was wrapped head to toe in the warmest of winter gear. Chris knew he hated the cold, but he would always be willing to suffer through it to accompany Chris on his frequent strolls throughout town.

 

"You know Chris," Jonny spoke slowly, and with a good deal of guilt, "it's Christmas eve and I still haven't gotten you a present." He sighed, and looking up towards the darkening sky, added, "First I was going to get you that guitar you showed me once. Then I was going to get you this giant chocolate Christmas tree I saw at some old sweets shop in London, but nothing seems good enough."

 

He turned towards Chris and met his eyes. "Whenever I try to think of something, I just keep thinking about what I would want to give you. But what I want to give and what you would want to receive, well I'm afraid they might be two very different sorts of things."

 

Chris wished he could look away from those green eyes, but he knew he could not. "Well what is it you would like to give me?"

 

"No, I can't tell you."

 

"Why not? I'm sure that whatever it is will be something I will cherish."

 

"Well, it is not something that I can wrap, and what kind of present is that?"

 

"From what I've heard, the best kind."

 

"Okay if you must know," he whispered, I would love nothing more than to give you this."

 

He began to get closer and closer to Chris, but suddenly became fearful and pulled back, shaking his head.

 

Chris was truly crushed; he had thought for one brief moment he might finally be getting his one wish fulfilled. He jumped up suddenly, and practically shouted, "Well if you're not going to tell me then I'm just going to tell you what I want! And we'll see how it compares!"

 

Jonny was shocked. He started to speak, but Chris cut him off. His voice sullen and full of sadness, he whispered "Jon, all I want is you. Perhaps it cannot be adorned in colorful paper and bows, but is the most lovely thing in all the world to have."

 

"Chris, I-"

 

"Jonny, it was just too much to bear to hear you say you don't know what to give me, when it is so clear in my own mind what I want." He shrugged and started to walk away. "I just thought you should finally know."

 

"Wait!" Chris turned to see Jonny running to catch up to him, finally stopping when he was mere inches form Chris's face.

 

"As it turns out," he said softly, "that is the exact sort of thing I was hoping you would want."

 

"R-really?"

 

"If you don't believe me, why don't you let me give you your gift?"

 

Jonny didn't wait for an answer. He simply grabbed Chris and kissed him. Chris just stood there for a moment, too stunned to say a word. Jonny smiled widely and broke the silence.

 

"It really must be true that to give is better than to receive, because I have never been filled with such joy as I am filled with now. And the best gift is something that keeps on giving. So..." He slipped his hand into Chris's.

 

Chris finally managed to regain his composure, and he returned Jonny's smile with one of his own. "I shouldn't have been worried. You truly do always know what I want."

 

He thought for a moment. "I only hope you will still want the same thing next year."

 

"I will always want you Chris," Jonny replied sincerely.

 

"Well that is good, because I will always want you."

 

 

:cheesy:

The next part. Part four comes soon and five will be here tomorrow. Our Christmas present to you. Please give some love to Butterlies+Hurricanes, who co-wrote this.

 

Christams Wishes

 

Chapter Three

 

 

 

 

Jonny’s Dream

 

I could hear rustling. It kept getting louder and louder, like someone had put a plastic bag to my ear. It kept becoming more and more desperate, or the frustration level increased. My eyes opened to realize it wasn’t a plastic bag, but, Chris.

 

I could see his curly head sticking out of some Christmas paper. There was tape in various places in his hair. I slowly crept out of our bed and sat on the floor behind him. I put a hand on his shoulder as I pulled the wrapping paper off his ear and started nibbling on it. Chris gasped and turned around to kiss me.

 

“What’s with this mess? And why is there glue on your face?” I ask him, genuinely curious. He explains that he was wrapping presents at the very last moment and he ran out of tape, so he tried to use glue instead. I laugh at his mess and helped him off of the floor.

 

“Did you see it?” Chris asks with fear in his eyes. I give him a curious look. “Your…” He dropped his voice down to a whisper “Your present?”

 

“Is it you? Because you’re the only thing I see wrapped,” Chris shakes his head. “Good, ‘cause that’s not a very fair present. I already have you.” I joke.

 

“You never know, J, This could be some strange dream.” He thinks for a moment, “Though, I hope it’s not as I’ve got plans for us today…”

 

---o---o---o---o---o---o---o---o---o---o---o---

 

After we finally had gotten ourselves outside our bedroom, Chris and I decided to start making our dinner arrangements for tonight. We were having the band and their families over for the first time since we had moved in together. This meant a lot to Chris as he was into all the sentimental stuff; to me it was just having our friends over for dinner.

 

Chris set the table as I cooked the dinner, he would occasionally drop in and kiss my cheek while getting another fork or plate. One time he grabbed my hand and placed a little box into it. I look down to see Chris smiling up at me; he left his hands on top of mine as I held the box.

 

“Jonny Buckland, amazing guitarist and love of my life,” he paused. I smiled slightly and laughed before he continued. “Marry me?” Chris looked as if he’d explode if he didn’t get an immediate answer. He stood, holding out the open box. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and found the same tenderness as when he says he loves me.

 

I couldn’t hold out any longer “Chris… yes, I will,” I simply answered him. His eyes lit up and he grinned from ear-to-ear. He took me into his arms and I snuggled into his chest.

 

“Oh, Merry Christmas, Jonny,” he added.

 

“Merry Christmas to you too, Chris,” after a few minutes of cuddles and kisses, Chris sniffed around.

 

“Though, I can’t say your dinner is too merry now,” he laughed. “Run, the ham’s burning!”

 

 

 

Christmas Wishes

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

Chris’ Dream

 

I’d been sitting alone for the past few hours trying to work out the lyrics and melodies of a song that had popped into my head with my acoustic. I thought of calling Jonny over, though I knew I shouldn’t ask him to work on Christmas Eve. I sang a line of the chorus, when someone came bursting through the door.

 

“Daddy!” Apple pleaded. Right behind her was Moses, pouting. “Mummy won’t let us open a present now,” she continued. “I really wanna!”

 

“Me too!” Moses pouted; following his sister, they simultaneously crossed their arms and frowned. I laughed and shook my head.

 

“You know we only open presents on Christmas Day,” I started. “But,” I paused. Their eyes lit up with hope. “Mummy never said anything about not opening chocolates before Christmas Day,” I stood and walked over to the kitchen with the tots. I told them in a whisper to stay hidden, that I’d take a few chocolates for all of us, and eat them in secret. They nodded their blonde heads the exact same way.

 

I snuck into the kitchen and looked at the bowl of chocolates beside the peppermint sticks. After a few seconds of consideration, I decided to take the whole bowl. Besides a few eaten by the tots, I was the only one who really devoured those. Creeping back to where the tots were told to stay, they regarded the bowl completely goggle-eyed. I smiled and as they each took a hold of my pant leg. The three of us skipped down the hallway singing an old Christmas carol, that I believe is called “It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas”.

 

After I played a few carols for the tots, and a few chocolates were eaten, I decided it was late enough for them to head to bed. “Remember to brush your teeth,” I nagged. Both answered me with a “Yup!” then left. About fifteen minutes later, I made sure to do a bed-check. Making sure both were asleep, I decided to go to bed early, just for the kids.

 

I curled up and within minutes, I’d fallen asleep.

 

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

 

I opened my eyes to see everything was still. I sat up; looking to my side I saw Gwyneth sound asleep. Lifting myself out of bed, I walked down the hallway and waited by the Christmas tree for the tots to open presents. In the meantime, I munched on a few cookies that were made the night before.

 

I heard footsteps and looked on, expecting to see the tots, fully ready for Christmas presents. For some reason, the thought that Jonny might show up smiling at me was more dominant than the idea of anyone else showing up. I shook it off; I knew I’d spent too much time at The Bakery, that’s why I anticipated him.

 

Gwyeneth appeared, and sat next to me. “I thought you might be here,” she softly said. “Merry Christmas, love,” She snuggled into me, but something didn’t quite set right with me. Sure, we’d done this a million times before but I felt like something was missing… maybe a green hat, perhaps?

 

I thought I was just being silly. Of course I was missing Jonny, I mean, we haven’t seen each other for a few weeks now that we’re off tour and all… maybe I’m just re-adjusting to not seeing him everyday.

 

Noticing my mind was elsewhere, Gwyneth spoke up. “Chris… what’s the matter?”

 

Snapping back from my thoughts of Jonny, I mindlessly answered. “Huh? Oh, no, just thinking about, uhmm… the song I was working on last night,”

 

“Oh?” she perked, sounding half-excited, half-intrigued. “The one you took a break from and took the bowl of chocolates with the kids?” Shit. She’d seen us on our mission. I laughed slightly attempting to conceal my guilt.

 

“Well, y’know, chocolates always make up for the inability to open presents on Christmas Eve,” I paused. “Besides, I made sure they brushed their teeth, and were in bed,”

 

“Ooh, shocker, Chris being responsible for once!” she teased. I thought that perhaps it was my lack of sleep, but I swore she sounded like a bitch right there. I know what Jonny would say if he heard me, “She’s your wife, Chris; you’re not supposed to be calling her a bitch! But you could--”

 

“Hey, did you hear me?” she continued. She angrily stared at me; seeing she was getting no reaction, she assumed I hadn’t been listening to her, which, coincidentally, was correct. I didn’t want to be listening to her. I’d much rather be listening to Jonny’s guitar, and him softly humming along to my lyrics… “Hello?” she then hit me in the arm.

 

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” I hiss. I make sure to keep my voice down, so the kids wouldn’t hear me. Through my furious look, and while she was answering, I heard another voice I thought I recognized.

 

“Calm down, Chris… she’s just trying to get your attention… it’s nothing to be mad about,” the male voice crooned. I shook it off; I didn’t really think that Jonny was the angel on my shoulder, did I? Or was he, for real?

 

“Well, that was still no reason to hit me,” I said. A natural answer to whatever she said, I’m sure. I knew I was out of it, but I felt as if there’s a giant hint of something right in front of my face; could be relevant, could be that my undergarments are all the same color and I didn’t notice. She apologized, but in an extremely moody manner. I accepted her apology, as I really didn’t want to talk to her.

 

I thought long and hard for a few minutes, as we sat in silence. Did I forget her birthday or something? Our anniversary? Her time of the month? Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. It felt as if she knew, but had bitten her tongue about it, giving me temporary amnesia to this relevant… thing by possibly hitting me in the head with a rolling pin.

 

While pondering if my wife was secretly abusive, but I didn’t remember because she smacked me upside the head much too hard, I heard the kids coming towards us, then my house phone ringing. I hugged the tots quickly before attending.

 

“Hello, Martin Residence, who’s this?” I heard a pause.

 

“Oh, hi, Chris. Merry Christmas,” It was Jonny. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to speak to another man, other than when I really needed to discuss a different problem in my life, involving the same woman, but that’s irrelevant! What matters is that I was happy to be speaking with Jonny, other than my wife.

 

“Hi, J, Merry Christmas to you too,” I paused. Should I tell him I thought I heard his voice as my naysayer? Nah, we’ll probably have a laugh about it over a drink later on in the day, anyways. “So, what’s bugging ‘ya?”

 

“Well, I was actually wondering if--” before he finished, I interrupted.

 

“Yeah! Sure, I’m in,” I quickly squawked. Feeling extremely relieved I’d be seeing Jonny later, I went back to open presents with the tots. Gwyneth was still too bitchy to talk to me, so she fake-smiled at the tots as I opened presents with them.

 

“This is the best Christmas ever, thank you, daddy!” Apple squealed as she hugged me.

 

“Yeah,” I replied. “It is, now, isn’t it?” Though I still couldn’t think of what was so relevant that I couldn’t, not for a single moment stop thinking about. Though, I did know it was bound to bite me in the ass sooner or later.

 

 

 

 

This is probably confusing but, it will be explained in the final chapter, which will be up either later tonight or tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

All You Ever Wanted

 

11

 

 

“It's quite all right,” Retaw absentmindedly said to the mysterious woman. She pushed back some of her hair, and Retaw could see that she had the most beautiful hazel eyes, over which her eyebrows curved perfectly. Her nose came to a rounded point just above her thin, pink lips. She looked back at Retaw for a few moments before a realizing smile formed.

 

“Hey, aren't you the guy I talked to in the mall last week?” she asked.

 

“Um, yes,” Retaw replied, still hypnotized by the woman. She fully smiled at him and held out her hand.

 

“I'm Logella. Sorry that I didn't get the chance to introduce myself before... I just wasn't really feeling like myself that day.” Retaw gently shook her hand, and as their skin touched a weird sort of spark was in the air.

 

“Walter,” he said in as manly as way as he could muster. “It's nice to meet you... Logella.”

 

“It's quite a name, isn't it?” she laughed as she noticed Retaw's odd facial expression. “I guess my parents were bored when they named me.”

 

“It's interesting, certainly. Not bad, though,” Retaw genuinely said. She continued to smile at him, and her eyes wandered to Jonny.

 

“You are not the same person I saw in the mall last week,” she stated matter-of-factly, pointing her finger at Jonny. “The other guy had a huge mass of hair.”

 

Jonny casually shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and chuckled, “Yeah, that would be Chris. He's my husband, actually. I'm Jonny.”

 

“Aw, that's sweet!” she exclaimed, slightly tilting her head to one side. “How long have you been married?”

 

“A year, tomorrow.”

 

“Oh, wow, happy anniversary to you! I wish you all the happiness in the world,” she smiled.

 

“Thank you,” Jonny quietly replied, thoughts of potential gifts for Chris filling his mind again. He still had to think of the perfect thing. Meanwhile, Logella turned her bubbly self back to Retaw.

 

“Walter,” she began, pensively stroking her chin. “I feel like we should be great friends. Maybe we'll run into each other again! Of course, not literally, like this time. That kinda hurt. But, I live only a few minutes from here... do you live here?”

 

“Yeah, actually, we live in that building right down there.” Retaw pointed to a few buildings down from where they were standing, and Logella turned her beautiful hazel eyes to see.

 

“Oh! So, then we shall be seeing a lot of each other, hopefully.”

 

“That would be nice,” Retaw said with the most sincerity he had ever used. Logella noticed it, and was temporarily frozen as she stared admiringly at him. After a few moments she shook herself back to reality.

 

“Jonny, it was nice to meet you,” she smiled to Jonny.

 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

 

Logella took one last look at Retaw, then waved and chirped, “See you guys around, then!” before walking away.

 

Retaw and Jonny returned to the apartment in silence. Jonny was strenuously pondering his gift, and Retaw was too busy recounting previous events and smiling to himself. It was only once they were both sitting down on the sofa that either of them paid any attention to the other. They simultaneously looked at each other, Jonny's eyes idea-less and Retaw's smile as wide as ever.

 

“You like that woman, don't you?” Jonny blatantly said. Retaw cluelessly kept his smile on. Slowly, though, the smile began to fade, leaving only a surprised Retaw behind.

 

“Oh... I suppose I do,” he said. “And she's a human. This is... odd...” After a few contemplative moments, Retaw smiled again, and to answer Jonny's questioning face he said,“But I like it. I like her.”

 

“Cool. It's nice to like someone.” Jonny looked away from Retaw and around the room. He seemed to zone out, adding, “It's great to love someone.”

 

“Jonathan, you've known Martin for a lot longer than I have. You should know that he won't care what you get him, because he already has what he wants. Anything else could be nice to have, but it's all just trivial and useless without you. And that's what you should be celebrating, anyway, is each other. That's what weddings are, I don't see why anniversaries wouldn't be the same.”

 

“You know what? I think you're right. I still want to give him something, though...” Jonny searched around for an idea, and he found one laying on the table by the door. There was a small notepad that they would use to jot down small things, some of which were important and some of which were not. Jonny stood up and walked over to it, saying, “I'm gonna write him a poem.”

 

“I think that is something he would definitely like,” Retaw said as Jonny sat back down with the pad and a pen in his hands. He stared at the blank page for a few seconds, tapping the pen on it's surface.

 

“I'm rubbish at writing poems, though.”

 

Retaw shrugged, “Give it your best. He won't hate it if you try.”

 

Jonny nodded and began to write. He had several lines down before he decided that it was all bad, and started over on a fresh page. He wasn't the best at expressing his feelings, and he certainly had no rhyming skills whatsoever- both were Chris's area of expertise, actually- but he really did try.

 

Jonny worked on that poem for as long as his brain would allow, even staying in the living room long after Retaw had yawned his head off and left for bed. As Chris had left for work hours ago, he had at one point made it to the store, and had then begun to work. Naturally, he had been continuing his work ever since. So, there he was, just about to stock a box of spaghetti, when suddenly a voice called to him.

 

“Chris, can I speak with you for a minute?” Chris looked up to see the manager, who was standing about a foot away from him. He placed the box he was holding on the shelf, then turned.

 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Chris followed the man to the end of the aisle, where they both stopped. After a moment of silence, Chris asked, “What's up?”

 

The manager nervously wrung his hands. He was struggling to come up with the right words, and he decided to take a detour with small talk. “How's life at home? You guys doing OK?”

 

“It's not bad,” Chris replied, absentmindedly pushing a few of his curls behind his ear. “Jonny lost his job a few weeks ago.”

 

“He did?” the manager cut in.

 

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

 

“Shit,” he muttered. Chris looked at him questioningly for a few seconds before he realised what the manager wanted to say.

 

“Are you serious?” he whined, tightening his eyes shut and brushing a hand over his face.

 

“I'm sorry, Chris. I really, truly am sorry. You know, hard economic times, the store's just not doing so well... If it was up to me, I'd actually get rid of everyone except you. You're one of the best, if not the best.” The manager sighed, “But it's not up to me.”

 

“Oh, man...” Chris's eyes were now glassy, and his face was pale and sad.

 

The manager simply looked at Chris and groaned before saying, “Being professional for a moment... finish up your shift, clock out and hand in your uniform... please.” He took a step forward and placed a friendly hand on Chris's shoulder. “I'm so sorry.” Chris watched as he walked away, then slugged his own way over to his nearly empty pallet, and began to once more- and for the last time- destroy his soul with groceries.

 

When he arrived home that night, Jonny was sleeping, as usual. Chris quietly laid down beside him, thinking about everything that had happened and everything that would happen to them. He wanted to be brave, wanted to be able to say that they'd get through just fine, but he couldn't do it. Watching Jonny sleep beautifully was more than he could handle, and his bravery was completely knocked down as tears fell onto his pillow. The few tears soon turned to many, and he was sobbing heavily within moments. Jonny stirred a bit, and Chris hoped that he wouldn't wake up, but he couldn't control the sobbing.

 

“Chris, what's wrong?” Jonny hoarsely asked. Chris gasped for air and tried to calm himself.

 

“D-d-d-don't worry ab-about it, Jonny, OK?” he said, sniffing and hiccuping along the way. “Just go back to sleep, we'll talk in the morning.” Jonny, not being an idiot, could tell that Chris was extremely upset, but he didn't want to agitate him, so he didn't press any further. Instead, he scooted over and wrapped his arms around Chris, allowing Chris's wet cheek to rest on his shoulder. Jonny closed his eyes and eventually drifted back into unconsciousness, but not a minute before Chris had cried himself to sleep.

 

 

 

 

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It's not very good, and it's kinda short... BUT there's some killing!! :awesome: BUT then again it's not really detailed killing. BUT then again I should probably shut up.:P

 

Deranged

Part 8

 

 

“What happened, Guy?” Jonny asked, puffing on an expensive looking cigar. “You were supposed to kill Will; not have him do it himself.”

 

“Will’s dead?”

 

Jonny rolled his eyes. “Well, why else would I have called this meeting?” he retorted.

 

“Look, I’m sorry, Jonny,” Guy apologised, “but I still don’t understand why we’re having a meeting. Will’s dead… that’s what you wanted, right?”

 

“Yes, I did want Will to die, and I am glad that he’s not alive anymore,” Jonny said. “That’s not the point, though. He needed to suffer. He didn’t. Simple.”

 

Guy shifted in his seat, turning his head around uncomfortably as smoke from Jonny’s cigar hit his face. He might have been a druggie, but, oddly enough, one thing he couldn’t stand was cigarette smoke.

 

Quietly, Guy asked, “What do you want me to do about it?”

 

“I want you to inform the person that told Will about me hiring you to assassinate him-”

“How will I know who he is?’ Guy interjected. “How will I know where he is?”

 

Jonny sat in silence for a few seconds. “Go on a TV show or something; warn him there, I don’t know. Figure something out.” He shook his head around. “Just do it.”

 

“OK,” Guy sighed. “I will.”

 

--

 

Guy was lurking around the set of a television show. He wasn’t sure which program it was, but he was certain of what he was about to do.

 

“Just set it to cook and you’re off the hook!” a loud voice boomed.

 

Guy slid a pair of pantyhose over his head, and grabbed a pocketknife from his bag.

 

Nonchalantly, he strolled over to the bench in the studio.

 

“Hey…Mr. T…” Guy said.

 

Guy edged closer to him, tossing the knife around playfully.

 

A few of the backstage assistants screamed as they realised what was happening. Guy plugged his ears.

 

“Shut up, everyone!” he yelled, raising the knife in the air like a lunatic. Wait – scratch that – he already was a lunatic. “Now, you-” he pointed to the cameraman “-zoom the camera in on me.”

 

Terrified, the cameraman did as instructed.

 

“Is this a live broadcast?” Guy demanded, holding the knife against a woman named Darla’s throat.

 

The director shook his head. “N-no,” he stuttered. “B-but we can m-m-make it one,” he added after hearing the annoyance in Guy’s tone.

 

“Good.”

 

“OK, it’s live n-now,” announced the director, his voice breaking.

 

Guy dragged Darla toward the camera a little more, still clutching the blade on her neck.

 

“I’m here today,” he began, “to warn a little friend of mine. I don’t know his name, but he tipped Will Champion off about a hit occurring. Now, if you’re watching, I’d like to tell you to look out. We’re coming for you. We’ll get you, regardless of where you run, where you hide. You’ve been warned. And to show you I’m serious…” Guy left the sentence unfinished.

 

He ran the blade along the course of Darla’s neck, plunging it in deeply. His hands were soon covered in blood, but this didn’t bother Guy.

 

Instead of washing his hands, he picked up a FlavourWave microwave oven and whacked it over Mr. T’s head repeatedly.

 

After his killing spree, Guy dumped the two bodies on top of each other as the studio crew watched in horror, and, eventually, drove to a place he needed to go.

 

 

 

 

...I've been watching the home shopping channel...:facepalm:

I just realised this story is going nowhere...so I'm wrapping it up:P Another short chapter... Microsoft Word says there's only three hundred and eighty words in there... :uhoh:

 

Deranged

Part 9

 

 

Guy and Chris sat in the booth, fingers entwined. Guy was tapping on the bench, loud and repetitively, while Chris was staring forward blankly.

 

“Guy,” said Chris solemnly, “this wasn’t the right thing to do. Jonny’s a bad man, sure, but does he really deserve to die?”

 

“Did Will deserve to die? Did all those other innocent people he killed deserve to die?”

 

The faces of the murdered appeared in Guy’s mind. It had been a year since he dobbed Jonny into the police. Guy told them Jonny’s past crimes, and it was revealed he had had two prior convictions of manslaughter.

 

David disappeared without a trace. As soon as Jonny had been locked up and the papers recounting his crimes hit the newsstands, David must’ve grown fearful he would soon be joining Jonny and left.

 

The curtains were drawn, and behind them Jonny was looking grey and scrawny. He had a glint of vengeance in his eyes.

 

A man rubbed some alcohol onto Jonny’s arm, and placed some kind of drip on each, though Guy didn’t know what type it was, and, frankly, he didn’t really care.

 

“Jonny,” the guard said, “you can have some final words, if you’d like.”

 

“My final words?” Jonny spat. “Fuck you, Guy. Fuck you, Chris. Fuck you all. I did nothing wrong in my life. This is a mistake. It’s all a fucking mistake!” he yelled.

 

The guard attached a heart monitor to Jonny. A man in a long white coat put three needles into Jonny’s arm. As the man was inserting the first one, Chris gripped onto Guy’s hand harder, after seeing Jonny become unconscious on the gurney.

 

Guy and Chris looked away. Guy was quite interested to see how the procedure worked, but turned in respect of Chris, who was almost vomiting.

 

“His heart has stopped,” announced the coat fifteen minutes later. “He’s gone.”

 

Chris sprinted out the door, and Guy took one last look at Jonny before running out after Chris.

 

Guy found Chris in the car park. He gave Guy a huge hug.

 

“We can have a new life now,” Chris said through tears. “We’re not stuck in that mafia any more. We can start over.”

 

“I’d like that,” smiled Guy. “Now, let’s get some ice cream to cheer you up!”

 

 

 

 

 

So about the executing part... I don't know what happens in England. I know a little about the Australian execution laws, so I've just written about the extremely little things I know and what Wikipedia told me (because I wanted to feel smart by having a researched piece of writing:P)

 

And since no one has been executed in Australia for like 42(:freak:) years, and the methods used back then are slightly outdated (the last execution here was a hanging...just a little outdated:laugh3:) , I've used the good ol' lethal injection :PBut, trust me, I was tempted to use the brazen bull used in Ancinent Greece and the five pains used in Ancient China:awesome::D

 

 

 

 

And I've got an idea for a sequel!!:dance::dance::dance:

 

 

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I'm sorry this took so long...I was having internet trouble. :angry:

 

SPRING & WINTER

Chapter 19

 

 

 

 

“Jonathan!” I called, my voice echoing through the empty church. “Where are you, old friend?” I added more quietly.

 

“Chris?” he asked, appearing from a door behind the altar. He looked surprised to see me, but also pleased. “Well, it is you! What brings a man like you to my humble chapel?” he teased, tightly gripping my hand.

 

I smiled nervously and patted him on the shoulder. “I need to tell you something,” I whispered. “Or, rather...I need you to hear a confession of sorts.”

 

“A confession?” he said, looking confused. “You’ve never felt the need to confess anything to me before.”

 

“I know, Jonny, but please...”

 

“Easy, old boy,” he said gently, sitting me down in the nearest pew. “What is it that you’re so concerned about?”

 

I took a deep breath and stared at my trembling hands. I waited a moment before I opened my mouth, praying that Jonathan would understand what I was trying to tell him. “I...am in love.”

 

“In love? With whom?” he asked, laughing. “That’s hardly a sin...”

 

“No, hear me out.” I paused again, running a hand through my hair. “I’m in love with a man.”

 

Jonny remained silent for what seemed like an hour. Not having the strength to look up and face him, I continued to stare at the floor beneath my feet, counting the specks of dirt. Finally, he gripped me by the shoulder and asked me to look at him. I did.

 

“A man, Christopher? You’re in love...with a...male.” I nodded, pale as death. Jonny’s gentle green eyes were distant. But he pulled himself back from wherever his mind had gone and released my shoulder. “This is a shock, friend...” he murmured. At least he was still calling me a friend. “But...” he continued, “You are not the only man I’ve spoken to with the same issue. In fact, I’ve met many back in London.”

 

“You have?” I choked out. “I’m not ill or something?”

 

“You’re the physician, Chris, not me. Do you feel ill?”

 

“No. I just...love him.”

 

Jonny coughed, obviously uncomfortable. “The other men I’ve spoken to talk about love in such a way that I cannot deny they have felt it. I’ve known you for years. You’re no sinner.” He sounded sure of himself, and my shoulders sagged in relief.

 

“But, Chris, listen to me...” he whispered, sitting down tentatively. “You cannot act on your feelings for this other person.” I felt my hear skip a beat. “Going that far would be considered a sin. You must control yourself.”

 

“Am I damned if I don’t?” I asked.

 

My friend paused for a moment, frowning. “No,” he said eventually. “I cannot believe in a god who would condemn you for that.”

 

When I got back home, the sun was beginning to set. I breathed in deeply and patted my horse gently on its long neck. He merely snorted and bit my shirt. Then I began the slow trudge to the stables, where William was working. “Hello, Champion,” I said quietly. “Can you put the horse in for me?”

 

He turned around quickly, looking surprised. “God! I didn’t notice you there.”

 

I chuckled, handing him the reigns. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

 

“Sir...” said William uncertainly. “Are you all right? You’ve been quite pale lately, and rather quiet.”

 

“I’m...fine,” I muttered, waving the matter away.

 

“I know it’s none of my business, but did Mr. Berryman’s visit bring some sort of bad news?”

 

“It is none of your business, William,” I said quickly. I realized I must have sounded cold, so I softened my tone. “Don’t worry, everything is fine.”

 

“Of course, Mr. Martin.”

 

“Call me Christopher.”

 

“Of course...Christopher.”

 

“Good boy,” I said, smiling.

 

 

It wasn’t until much later that I learned William had witnessed our first kiss...and kept it a secret.

 

 

 

Better late then never?

 

Christmas Wishes

 

Final Part

 

 

 

 

Christmas Day- Jon’s Point of View

 

There was a streak of drool running down my face. After I brushed it away I reached over to Chris. The bed was empty next to me. I looked to see if the man was sitting on the bedroom floor. Once again empty. My life came rushing back to me. Chris wasn’t with me; he was spending Christmas with Gwyneth and their children. I sat with my legs gathered close to my chest, breathing deeply. It had been a dream, and I had let it get to me…

 

Through my misty eyes, I checked the table next to my clock. There was my scribbled note reminding me I had company later in the day. I wiped my face once more and I looked at my clock. To my horror, I was behind schedule on the cooking. I slowly removed myself from the bed, to the shower and headed to the kitchen.

 

As I cooked, I half-expected Chris to come bounding toward me with a ring in his hand. I longingly stared out into the nothing, mesmerized by the deafening silence. I didn’t hear his amazing voice filling my house with joy, just my own breathing. I carefully watched the ham, hoping I would not burn it as in my dream. The meat cooked, and then the bell rang.

 

I walked to the door and smiled as Will, Marianne, Ava, Juno and Rex appeared. The children were playing with their various new toys as Marianne and Will helped me cook. They chatted to me about their morning; they sounded just in love as they were when they got married. Though when they fought, it was nasty.

 

Next to arrive at my door was Guy and his girlfriend, Adrianna. She was glowing while Guy was giving off this look as if he were in deep thought. The couple decided to play with the children, while waiting for the final family.

 

The Martins arrived fashionably late; Gwyneth carrying Moses in her arms, with Chris next to her, looking rather stunning, holding Apple’s hand. Chris gave me a joyful smile, happy to see me. They looked like the family on the front of a Christmas card, with Apple and Moses wearing little Santa hats on their heads.

 

“Sorry we’re late Jon. We were a bit sidetracked…” I nod, and beckon them in. Marianne left the kitchen to converse with Gwyneth and Adrianna. The five children playing with various presents and us, four men left to cook.

 

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“Hey, Jonny… Can I speak to you for a moment?” Guy asked pointing with his thumb out towards the balcony. I nod and walk outside, wondering what he could need.

 

“Guy, what is it?”

 

“You should tell Chris. Tell him about what you feel.” I stood, shocked at the bassist.

 

“What?! Guy. How did you know?” I surprisingly hissed.

 

“Lucky guess,” I give him a look of disapproval, “Nah, I can tell… Will knows too. We see the looks you give him. When Gwyneth’s ‘round you have this awful look you give her, like you’re watching something that’s dying. Trust me, even in the studio. You always are all for him and trust me, it doesn’t bug me, but, you may have passed one too many songs that I think should have been b-sides, Jon.”

 

I merely gawked at Guy… I became afraid; did Gwyneth know? Did anyone else besides Guy and Will notice? I placed my head in my hands, stressing.

 

“It’s okay, man. He’s too blind to notice anything, don’t worry,” he answered, as if reading my mind. “But, you have held it off for quite some time… you should tell him; you’d be surprised at what he says,”

 

Guy left me on the balcony to think. I once again stared out into nothingness. Should I tell Chris? Could I even try to tell Chris? He was married after all. I couldn’t possibly ruin his Christmas. He was just so sweet to me, and I couldn’t think of jeopardizing our friendship. If he knew my thoughts and dreams he’d be repulsed. If only I could-

 

“Hey man, you okay?” The man of my thoughts asked as he walked outside. “You’ve been out here for a bit. Come in, it’s chilly out here.”

 

“But it’s so beautiful Chris… Look at the snow and all the trees.” I gesture to the surrounding view. Chris nods and puts a hand on my shoulder, he tells me to come in when I’m ready. I follow him in as he goes inside. The moment I’m indoors I have Will pouncing on me demanding we play a round of virtual football.

 

After a few rounds of intense battle between myself and Will, and Apple cheering us on, we all sat down to have dinner. Meanwhile, the game was going on, the wives rolled their eyes and continued their conversations. Once we finished, they perked up, obviously eager to finally have a proper conversation with everyone.

 

During dinner, we mainly chatted about useless things. I worried; my gaze fell onto Chris as Gwyneth started speaking. “Jonny, why is it that you haven’t got a girlfriend?” I looked down at my plate.

 

“Uh, well, I haven’t really met a special girl lately, I guess,” I lied. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable around this new topic. I ate and most laughed. Guy was next to comment.

 

“It’s okay, mate,” he laughed. “She’s only yanking your ear,” I smiled as genuinely as possible, though I knew it was coated in false.

 

“Yes…” She replied, “I’m only yanking your ear…” Gwyneth gave me a look, and then continued to eat. Other than that short-lived conversation, dinner passed by uneventful. Our large family then sat around in the living room, Moses constantly pulling little Ava’s hair. As Chris fought to punish him, Gwyneth would not let him and blamed it on love. She pointedly glared at me as she spoke of Moses being in love with Ava. I pretended not to see this look and started a new conversation.

 

“Did Santa bring you all, what you wanted?” I asked of the children.

 

They all answered at once “Everything!” they shouted.

 

“Hells yes!” Guy laughed. I gave him an odd look, “Well, how about you Mr. Buckland.” He then looked toward Chris and back at me.

 

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“Merry Christmas Jonathan!” Marianne cheered as she left with her family, the children smiling and waving, though tired. Will hugged me and left saying something about the tots getting to bed.

 

Adrianna came up to me after and said she was leaving with Guy, apparently they had unfinished business to attend to. Guy whispered in my ear as he left. “Tell him Jonny,” he smiled then grab his girlfriend’s waist, before they were out the door they were in a lip lock. Gwyneth made a noise of disgust but showed happiness watching them.

 

Gwyneth sat with the children as, Chris and I chatted about a new song he was working on. After about an hour she had had enough.

 

“Chris are you coming?” Gwyneth interrupted our first major conversation of the evening. “We have to go to my mother’s tomorrow remember?”

 

“Ah, right then. Well JB, the trouble calls.” Chris winks at me and pulls me into a hug, I embrace him tightly and don’t let go. Chris coughs and lets me go. He picks up his son and heads to the door “Merry Christmas Jon.”

 

 

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I miserably wash the remainder of dinner’s dishes, feeling empty. Christmas is supposed to be celebratory, but I felt I didn’t have much to be happy about. Sure, I appreciate my friendships, especially with Chris, but I couldn’t help feeling selfish at the fact I wanted to be closer than that.

 

I just thought of how great Chris is to me. Sure, he could be a little insupportable at times, but I could stand it. I thought not even his wife can put up with him for that long. I sighed deeply, holding back whatever emotions were about to come through. Everyday I think these cursed feelings increased… I should’ve known it would be impossible to even get the courage to tell him something I’ve kept from him for so long.

 

Amidst my thoughts, I absentmindedly dropped a glass on the floor. In the process, it had cut my hand in several places. “Shit…” I murmured, holding my hand painfully. Whilst looking for a bandage, I caught a glimpse of something in a mirror. I shrugged it off and continued to look for my bandage.

 

“You know what, I think you need some help,” I heard a voice say. Frightened, I jerked around trying to find where the voice originated from. I’d almost run into a counter while doing so. “Relax, Jonny,” the voice said. I turned and saw who that voice belonged to. “It’s me, Chris.”

 

“Oh… uhm, hi, Chris,” I meekly replied. “How’d you get back in?”

 

“Well…” now it was his turn to be in the hot seat. “I still have the backup key from when I had that fight with Gwyneth,” he confessed, then continued. “I got a bandage from the loo; it looks like you could use an extra hand, literally,”

 

I laughed, but I was still pained. “Yeah, I suppose so,” Chris walked over to where I was standing, and took my hand in his. He carefully wiped off the excess blood with several pieces of tissue before he added the bandages. Occasionally, I would glance up at him. His beauty stunned me, and he didn’t even notice it. Once, I caught myself staring for a beat too long, so he’d noticed also.

 

He laughed, and then smiled. “Yeah, I know, I’m the hero of the day!” Jokingly I give him a sarcastic glance as he releases my cut hand from his grip. “All cured, J… well, I’m actually here to talk to you about something,” my heart gathered itself around my throat and begun pounding nervously.

 

As calmly as possible, I replied. “What might that be, Chris?” I was panicked, and my hands begun to shake slightly.

 

“I know this isn’t easy to say, but, uhh…” Chris started, obviously nervous himself. He sat down upon my couch, and stared at me, hunched over with his elbows rested on his lap, and head in his hands. “I have an additional Christmas present for you, I guess,”

 

I had a flicker of hope in my heart as he said this. He looked thoughtful as he stared at the floor. I didn’t rush him; he was gathering thoughts. He stood, and walked past me. This made me curious and I trailed after him. He stood near a doorway, and gazed at me in his natural friendly manner. He then gave me a satisfied smile, as if he needed me to follow him for his plan to work.

 

“Jon…” he looked up. “I know how you feel about me,” before I panicked, he took my hand once more. This time, it wasn’t for a practical purpose. He took it out of caring. “And,” he continued. “You might discover something new in these next few seconds,” he looked up, and I followed.

 

“Chris… you hung mistletoe here?” he looked innocently, though I knew that was his guilty expression, having known him for too long to be deceived. Before I spoke again, he closed in. His lips finally met mine, and he wrapped his arms around me. I eagerly returned this action, and then he pulled apart, but kept his embrace.

 

“I love you, Jonny,” he said with a sincere look. I hadn’t ever seen him look so sure of anything else. I blinked, surprised. I answer him by squeezing him tighter and placing my head on his chest.

 

“I love you too, Chris,” I whisper. I’m overcome with the sudden turn of events, even more so when Chris returns my actions and kisses my forehead.

 

“Merry Christmas, Jonny,” he uttered happily. Finally, a Christmas where I’d gotten something I truly desired, those simple three words.

The End

 

 

.

If You Never Try...

Part 1

 

 

 

"Ice skating? That's your grand idea to pass the time?"

 

"What's with the tone, Jonny-boy? It'll be fun!"

 

"Chris, I thought I made it clear that I can't ice skate."

 

"Yes, but I intend to teach you." Jonny sighed. "Okay, I give in. But when I meet my icy death, I'm blaming you."

 

"Fair enough," Chris replied, his laughter ringing out like bells in the frosty air. Jonny couldn't help but notice the way it echoed across the tiny clearing, making it sound even lovelier than it usually seemed to him.

 

"Jon, are you going to put on your skates or not?"

 

"Oh." Jonny blinked, trying to free himself of the daze that he was accustomed to experiencing whenever Chris was near. The lanky man was standing before him, a pair of old black skates dangling in his hand, a similar pair on his own feet. He knew he should probably reach out and take the skates, but instead he just gawked at him.

 

"Yeah I know, the scenery here is beautiful," Chris smiled appreciatively, shoving the skates into Jonny's arms. "Scenery? Oh yes, it's lovely."

 

Jonny didn't think he sounded very convincing. But Chris seemed to think he was sincere. He stood back to take it in,his blue eyes shining with admiration as he gazed upon the tiny clearing surrounded by snow dusted trees. Sunlight reflected across the frozen pond and made it shimmer. But Jonny only noticed the way the light hit Chris's eyes and made them shine brighter than ever. He looked down quickly, trying to avoid eye contact.

 

"Hey, these are my old skates. Where'd you find these?"

 

Chris replied with exuberance mirroring that of a four year old. "In my basement last year while I was spring cleaning! Can you believe it!? And I found mine too!" He pointed to his own feet.

 

"I think I've only used these like, once." He paused for a moment, piecing together long-forgotten memories. "It was here, at this very place."

 

"Yep," responded Chris with a wide grin.

 

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

 

“How could I forget? I think we fell about a hundred times that day,” he replied, sharing a laugh with Jonny.

 

Chris looked around the place lovingly. “This was the first thing we ever did as friends, wasn’t it?”

 

“Yes, I remember it well now that you’ve brought it up. You must’ve seen me sitting in that café by myself. You came up to my table and asked me if I was new to London. I believe I nodded, and you told me you were new to the city as well.” Jonny smiled appreciatively. “And then you asked me if I had made any friends yet.”

 

He smiled even wider as the memory of that day became clearer and clearer in his mind. Even from the first time he saw Chris, curly wild mess of hair and all, he knew he loved him. It was quite literally love at first sight. There had never been a doubt in his mind from that day on that Chris was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

 

Chris laughed, or more accurately, scoffed, at the dug-up past. “I was such a loser back then.”

 

Jonny frowned. “Chris you were never a loser. Even back then I thought you were the coolest person ever. You treated me like a good friend you had known for years; with only a few sentences you made me feel like I was wanted.”

 

Jonny was slightly shocked that he had just said those things. That was the closest he had ever come to a love confession. It was a scary feeling, but it was also liberating.

 

“Aww, Jonny-boy that’s so sweet of you to say.” He wrapped is long arm around Jonny’s neck and ruffled his hair playfully. Jonny felt his feelings of freedom fade away. He would never be able to tell Chris how he felt, because Chris did not feel the same way.

 

He sighed a bit too loudly. Chris inferred that he didn’t want the playful attention, so he removed his arm and took a step back. Jonny very nearly rolled his eyes. As if there’d come a day when he didn’t want Chris to touch him.

 

“Alright you need to get those skates on your feet Jon. There’s only a few hours of daylight left and you’re not getting out of this.” He wagged his finger playfully.

 

“Yes master”.

 

 

Parts 2 and 3 to come shortly:)

If You Never Try...

Part 2

 

 

 

Ten grueling minutes later, Jonny finally managed to put on the skates. But getting the skates on were the least of his troubles. He tentatively stood and cautiously made his way to the edge of the pond. Chris was already gliding around the pond’s small circumference.

 

“Come on Jon, you’ll do fine!” He gestured to Jonny to join him.

 

Carefully, he stepped onto the ice, wobbling and keeping his arms out wide to keep from falling, which he thought must have been a ridiculous sight. But Chris didn’t laugh at him. Instead he skated behind Jonny, grabbing his forearms to help support his weight and help him keep his balance. Once he could finally stand without assistance, Chris turned swiftly so that he was facing him.

 

“I can’t do this Chris.” What he really couldn’t do was handle such close contact with Chris, but obviously he couldn’t tell him that.

 

“Here, I’ll help you.” Before Jonny had time to breathe, Chris grabbed onto his hands and began pulling him slowly across the ice.

 

Jonny was shocked by the unexpected contact, although he knew he shouldn’t be. Chris was always like this. But he couldn’t help it, every touch was like an ocean wave that took him by surprise and stole his breath away. He tried to speak, but instead just stared wide-eyed at Chris.

 

“Don’t look so frightened. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He smiled encouragingly.

 

“When did you get so good at this? You told me after that first time that you would never skate again.” Chris blushed. “Oh…well, I found that I liked it more than I thought.”

 

“So when did you-“

 

“Remember all those times I told you I was going to study at the library? I was actually here, practicing.”

 

“Well, I knew you weren’t at the library. I went there once, to talk to you, but you weren’t there. I just figured you were on a date or something.”

 

“A date?” Chris laughed loudly. “Yeah, right. Like there were hundreds of girls just lined up to date me.”

 

“Oh come on Chris, don’t be like that.” But secretly, Jonny felt relieved knowing that all those “library” plans hadn’t actually been dates. All this time, he had thought that was the case. He had come to the library that one day to tell Chris that he loved him. But upon finding out he wasn’t there he lost his courage and gave up all hope of ever bringing his feelings to light, automatically assuming Chris was already with someone else. However, upon looking back, he thought it had been a foolish thing to do.

 

They came to a patch of thin ice and Chris turned sharply, tightening his grip on Jonny’s hands. Jonny felt the crisp air hit his face as he was pulled quickly around the bad patch of ice and was flooded with even more memories of the day, long ago, when he had come here with Chris.

 

It had been so cold that day, and yet the sky was as blue, well not quite as blue, as Chris’s eyes. They had spent more time on their butts than on their skates, but Jonny had laughed more than he ever had before. He remembered one particularly nasty fall he had taken. Instantly Chris had been in front of him, outstretching his hand to help him back up. Of course, this just caused them both to fall back in a heap. But what Jonny remembered most was the feel of Chris’s hand in his. And that feeling felt as lovely now as it had back then, if not lovelier.

 

He loved the way Chris’s hands fit into his own. He got a warm feeling inside, despite the cold. He felt his heart begin to race.

 

Over the years, Jonny had always believed he had gained a sense of control over his feelings for Chris. He normally practiced a unique ability of keeping those emotions locked up, never to see the light of day. But he could now feel those defenses weakening, and he wondered what it would feel like to pull Chris in close to him, to press his thin body against his own, to hold onto him and never let go.

 

He silently began to panic, terrified that he’d attempt to make one of his fantasies a reality and lose his best friend in a sea of unrequited feelings.

 

"I'm fine Chris, I can do this alone now."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yes, yes, I'm sure. Just let go of me already."

 

"Okay, okay," muuttered Chris, sounding hurt.

 

Jonny felt bad, but it wasn't his fault that Chris made him feel this way. It was his own fault, for having those heart stopping looks and that enormously magnetic personality.

 

 

If You Never Try...

Part 3

 

 

 

Unfortunately, lost in his musings, Jonny didn't notice the small rock embedded in the ice until it was too late, and in a matter of seconds he lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving surface. Amd before he had time to get his bearings Chris had skidded to a stop at his side and kneeled in front of him.

 

"Are you okay Jonny? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you try this yourself."

 

"I'm fine. It's not your fault, I wanted to do it alone. It was stupid of me." He slowly sat up and to his relief didn't feel any immediate pains. But he did have a strange sense that the world was spinning. Chris inhaled sharply.

 

"Oh shit Jon, you're bleeding." Chris reached out and tenderly touched a small gash on the side of Jonny's head.

 

"Ow."

 

Jonny instinctively reached up to touch the wounded area, and upon inspection of his fingers found that he was indeed bleeding. Chris's eyes widened with fear. "Hold on, I brought a first aid kit."

 

Jonny knew he would be fine but figured he'd let Chris play the role of the doting mother for Chris's own sake. He knew that Chris would continue to blame himself for the injury, but he also knew that Chris would feel a little better if he could do something to help.

 

He soon returned with first aid kit in hand and an all-business expression to boot. Yes, Chris was definitely blaming himself. Jonny could easily read that in his expression.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's my fault, it really is. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

 

Chris reached out to bandage the injury, but Jonny grabbed hold of his arm. "No, Chris. You're not touching me again until you admit that this is not your fault." Chris glared at Jonny, and Jonny glared right back.

 

"Fine. It's not my fault," he mumbled.

 

"Thank you." Jonny then allowed Chris to finish tending to the wound because, metaphorically, by doing this Chris was mending his own conscience.

 

When he finished, Jonny flashed him a weak smile. "Chris, with my complete lack of ability this was bound to happen at some point."

 

"Well I'm just happy you're okay," responded Chris with a serious tone. Clearly he was unwilling to laugh it off so easily. "Here, let me help you up." He reached out his hand and pulled Jonny to his feet. This time neither of them fell in a heap.

 

Jonny sighed. "Would it make you feel any better if I sat down and had a rest?"

 

"Yes," replied Chris, sounding relieved.

 

Once off the ice Chris led Jonny to a rotting log where they both sat, watching the afternoon pass; Chris fidgeting constantly but Jonny still as a statue. Jonny wondered what Chris was thinking. He only wished that this place held the same meaning for Chris as it did for him.

 

He figured Chris thought of it as the start of a good friendship, but Jonny thought of it as the start of something much more. He sighed yet again. This was so frustrating. He sometimes wished he could be a mind reader. He wouldn't abuse the gift, but it sure would be a nice thing to have in times such as these. Then he wouldn't need to have such doubts.

 

Chris must've heard the sigh, because he looked up and much to Jonny's delight no longer seemed to be guilt ridden. "Do you want to try it again Jonny?"

 

"No, sorry. Ice skating simply isn't my thing."

 

"Are you sure? You're getting better you know."

 

"No, it's alright."

 

"Well do you want to leave then?"

 

"Let's just stay here a while longer."

 

Chris smiled. "Good because I don't want to leave either."

 

Jonny figured this place must have some strange power to draw people in. The same kind of power that Chris had. Jonny glanced at him longingly. The sun hit a certain point in the sky then, and Chris's messy curls caught the light in a certain way that caused them to appear orange and red, as if they were on fire. Like Jonny was on fire now, looking at him.

 

He considered the fact that if he had not gone ice skating that first time, he wouldn't have had this beautiful man by his side. He imagined what might've happened if he had made his confession of love all those years ago. There was no way to know how Chris might've felt after knowing the truth. And there was still no way to know now. Then again, there might be one way.

 

"Chris?"

 

"Yeah," he questioned, turning towards him. His eyes were brighter than Jonny had ever seen them. He suddenly felt dizzy and weak. Perhaps his injury was more serious than he had thought. He shook his head, but the feeling wouldn't leave. Jonny had a sinking suspicion that it never would, unless he found out the truth.

 

"Chris," he repeated again, "there is....one thing I would like to try."

 

"And what might that be?" Chris's voices sounded quite close, and Jonny realized that he had been unknowingly moving towards him. For a moment he tried to look away, tried to turn back and return to his place on the log, but he knew he could not.

 

Chris's eyes took up his entire field of vision, as vast as the sea and far bluer. Jonny had to know. He had to know what those eyes saw in him.

 

Chris repeated himself slowly. "What might that be Jon?"

 

"This," he whispered.

 

He took Chris's head in his hands and brought his perfectly formed lips to his own. He pulled away after only a few seconds, hardly believing what he had just done.

 

"Chris I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he stammered, feeling the fear rising in his chest.

 

"Don't be sorry. It can be good to try new things." He smiled slyly and returned Jonny's gesture, with more passion this time. After a long moment they finally pulled away from each other, their cheeks flushed and their eyes shining.

 

"You're right Chris," breathed Jonny, "it certainly can."

 

 

 

 

The End:)

 

 

All You Ever Wanted

12

 

 

“What are we gonna do?” Chris whispered to Jonny. It was morning, but they were still lying in bed, Chris wrapped up in Jonny's arms. Jonny was deep in thought, trying to wrap his head around the news Chris had just delivered.

 

“What can we do?” he finally replied. “I mean, until either one of us finds another job... we're fucked.”

 

Chris quietly whimpered, sad and pained. “We barely have enough to make it through the end of this week, let alone-” He was cut short by the interruption of sudden tears, which he tried to smother by pressing his face against Jonny's chest.

 

“No, Chris, please don't... don't cry, don't stress out, please? It's not good for you, and I hate to see you like this.”

 

“I know, and I hate being like this, but I can't help it.” Chris picked his head up and looked at Jonny with teary eyes, searching for hope. “Jonny, remember how when you lost your job, I said everything would work out?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Do you think everything will work out?” Jonny thought for a few moments, gently stroking Chris's hair. Finally, he lowered his head to Chris's and halfheartedly smiled.

 

“It has to, right? Things can't always be bad... One day we'll wake up and find that we're OK.” He expected to see relief in Chris's expression, but nothing changed.

 

“Can you promise me something?” Chris asked. Jonny brought his hand to Chris's cheek and lightly brushed the skin.

 

“What?”

 

“Promise you'll tell me that every day until it happens.” Chris's eyes were still searching for the hope they had not yet found. “Because I want to believe it, I really do.”

 

“OK, I promise,” Jonny immediately said, not pausing for even a second.

 

Then, nasally and dripping with sadness, Chris said, “Happy anniversary, by the way.” Jonny smiled and quickly kissed him, but Chris didn't want to let go. He eagerly took Jonny's lips with his own and held on for as long as he could manage. He became more and more aggressive, until he found himself hovering above Jonny, burying his face in Jonny's neck. Jonny loved every minute of it, though, and he held on to Chris's back as they feverishly kissed. Chris sat back for a moment, peeling off his shirt, then froze.

 

He slowly backed off Jonny, and got out of the bed. He walked out of the room, towards the direction of Retaw's room. Jonny sat back and watched curiously, and a minute later Chris walked by again, passing right by the room. Another minute later, he was back for good, and he closed the door behind him and threw his wadded-up shirt on the floor. He crawled back to where Jonny was sitting, and smiled.

 

“Walter's gone, apparently, so it looks like we've got the place to ourselves,” he said, stroking Jonny's arm with one finger. When he spoke, there was this glimmer in his eye that drove Jonny absolutely crazy.

 

“Oh, yeah?” Jonny seductively replied, raising one eyebrow. Chris slowly nodded, then leaned in to catch Jonny's lips. Jonny welcomed this action, and he involuntarily let out a deep moan as Chris's hand traveled down past the elastic band of his pajama pants.

 

Just outside the apartment building, Retaw was sitting quietly on the steps. It was already a lovely day outside, very sunny and warm. There was hardly a cloud in the bright blue sky. Still, he longed for something else.

 

He had come to rest on the steps in hopes of seeing Logella. It was a long shot, he knew, but she did say that she only lived a few minutes away. Maybe she'd be out shopping or something. Even after watching dozens of people walk by, even after staring at the sidewalk's occupants for four hours- he'd been too eager to sleep, and had been sitting outside since 6:00 A.M.- he still persisted. Every now and then a passerby would give him a funny look, but he would just shrug it off. It's not like he was doing anything illegal, anyway, he was just sitting.

 

He was utterly surprised, of course, when suddenly he heard his name being called out. He looked up and to the left to see a dark-haired woman walking towards him, a bright yellow sun dress sticking neatly to her figure.

 

“Hi, Walter!” she exclaimed as she stopped in front of him. Retaw gentlemanly stood up and bowed to her, which made her giggle. She had the softest, sweetest laugh, the kind that could probably give someone diabetes if they weren't careful. “You don't have to bow, I'm not the Queen. Geez!”

 

As soon as Retaw straightened up again, Logella walked into him and squeezed her arms around his torso. It was very strange; not only was it the first hug Retaw had ever gotten as a human, but there was also this really fuzzy feeling in his stomach. When Logella took her arms back, the spots she'd been burned with the echo of her touch. She blinked her hazel eyes at Retaw, waiting for him to speak.

 

“So, what's up with you today?” she asked after she realized Retaw wasn't going to say anything.

 

“Um, nothing really.” Retaw awkwardly stared at the ground, trying not to show how strangely happy he felt. Luckily, Logella didn't seem to notice anything about his behavior.

 

“Yeah, pretty much the same here. Well, actually, I'm going to this thing tonight...” Logella nervously ran a hand through her long, dark hair. “Do you like art?”

 

“Art? I suppose,” Retaw replied.

 

“Would you like to come with me to an exhibit tonight? It'll be pretty boring, but maybe not so much if you're there.” Retaw looked up at Logella, finally understanding what she meant. Her eyes were watching him with hope, and when he smiled she looked relieved.

 

“I would love to,” Retaw beamed. Logella clapped her hands together and smiled at him, before reaching into her purse.

 

“Right, let's see...” She pulled out a purple sheet of paper and handed it to Retaw. “This will tell you all about it, where it is and stuff.”

 

Retaw grabbed the sheet from Logella and gave it a once-over. Just then, another man was making his way down the apartment building's steps.

 

“Oh, hey, Walter,” Chris said as he walked off the last step, “Hey...” He stopped and looked hard at Logella, then said, “I don't believe we've met.”

 

“I'm Logella,” she said, holding out her hand. Chris shook it, and she continued, “You must be Chris. We kinda met in the mall that one day.”

 

“Oh, right.” Chris turned to Retaw. “Well, I'm just running out to get a paper, do you want anything?”

 

“Uh, no, thank you,” Retaw answered, then narrowed his eyes at Chris. “What's up with your hair?”

 

Chris's eyes went wide, and his hand immediately reached to fix his hair, which he only just realized must have been all over the place. “Uh... I just, you know, just woke up.” Logella started to laugh, and Chris looked at her with embarrassment. “Well, I did!” She didn't stop laughing, though, so Chris just huffed and walked away.

 

“Why are you laughing?” Retaw sincerely asked. Logella began to settle down, but she kept her bright smile on.

 

“You're not like anyone I've ever met before, Walter, you know that?”

 

“What do you mean?” Retaw was beginning to worry now. Logella was staring at him with some sort of emotion he couldn't identify. Was there any possible way for her to know his secret?

 

“I don't know... you're just... different. It's not bad, though,” she reassuringly smiled. “It's good to be different.” Retaw and Logella stared at each other for a minute, and Retaw had the strong urge to kiss her, but he didn't dare. He was worried that it might be too inappropriate, or that she wouldn't want him to. Then, after a minute of silence, Logella said, “Well, I should probably get going, then. But I'll see you tonight, yeah?”

 

“Definitely,” Retaw said. His heart fluttered as Logella waved goodbye to him, then began to walk to wherever her next destination was.

 

He thought about her words, It's good to be different. He'd never met anyone like her before, either. She had this magnetic and bright personality that Retaw just couldn't stop thinking about. She seemed to rather like him, too, which only made his crazy heartbeat worse. Then he realized he'd basically been asked out on a date. He started to panic a little, totally unprepared, but as he sat down on the steps to give his shaking knees a break, he remembered what great friends he had. Chris and Jonny were experts at this sort of thing, surely they'd be able to give him some help. After all, they certainly did a good job teaching him to be human; a job like this would be a snap.

 

The Jogging Man

 

 

 

We were sitting on a park bench in the weary hours of the morning. Holmes hadn’t had an ‘interesting’ case in months, therefore, his judgment (the thing he prized most in this world) was comprimised by the cocaine he had taken earlier. It was New Years and I was stuck babysitting him so he did not do anything idiotic.

He was plucking away at his worn old violin in a monotonous rhythm, going on about how Mrs. Samit, the nice old lady down from the street, had eosophobia.

 

“Yes and maybe she’s secretly out in the middle of the night drinking peoples blood as well.” said I.

“You would not be very far off, my dear Watson.” said Holmes as he continued playing his violin.

I said nothing and let out a long sigh of frustration. I turned my attention to the lonely park. Holmes and myself were the only ones there, that is, apart for the man jogging. He had passed us about 3 times, the first time he greeted us with a very friendly hello and a wave as he jogged on. I looked at my watch, 3:42 AM. I wondered briefly as to why someone would be out jogging at such an hour, but his explanation couldn’t have been any stranger than my own.

 

“Do you see that man jogging Watson?”

“How could I not?”

“What have you deduced about him?”

“He’s in his 30’s, an insomniac, in good shape, and in need of a shave.”

“The excruciatingly obvious then?”

“And just what have you then deduced about this man Holmes?”

“He is a musician, he plays the guitar and piano. He has a wife but is unfaithful to her. He is a vegetarian. He loves chocolate, has a phobia of spiders and ducks. He has a hatred for sheep, which he acquired when Jonny, his secret lover, told him he was almost killed by one as a boy. He does in fact have trouble sleeping and is afraid of a cabbage salesman named Harold.”

“And how did you figure all that Holmes?”

“Google of course. That man is Chris Martin.”

“But that still doesn’t explain the cheating, sheep, spiders, ducks, chocolate, or cabbage salesman named Harold.”

“Well I probably have a good explanation to it. But he’s coming around and I don’t want to talk about him while he’s right in front of us, do I? That’d just be rude.” The man drew closer to us and as he passed Holmes addressed him.

 

“Excuse me. Sir? I know it’s none of my business but what are you doing jogging at 3 AM?” said Holmes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” said the man.

“And so you jog?”

“Yeah. I figured it’d tire me out enough to fall asleep.”

“And how long have you been here?” The man thought for a moment.

“Uh, I don’t know really. Couple of hours?”

“And your not tired?”

“Not at all.”

“Interesting.” The man laughed as if Holmes had just told him a joke.

“I’m Chris by the way.” He shook both our hands.

“Indeed. I am Sherlock Holmes and this is my dear friend, John Watson.”

“Sherlock Holmes? As in the detective?”

“The very same.”

“I can’t believe my luck. Mr. Holmes, I need your help. I will pay you.”

“I do not need your money, my profession is it’s own reward.”

“Is that a yes then?”

“Perhaps. First I will need to hear what exactly you need my help with.”

“I can tell you, but not here….. No not here.” he looked around suspiciously.

“Very well then, perhaps your home?”

“Uh, how about my recording studio?”

“That will work as well.”

 

The man led us to his studio, which was only a block away. It was a mess. Instruments and wires were everywhere. A lot of the things were written on with little notes I couldn’t read. We sat on a couch after making our way through the me mess and he began to tell his story. It was and I think shall remain one of the strangest tales I had ever heard.

 

 

Ewww. Who is coldplay?

Wow. Nevermind. Wow ex bestfriend, NICE! LEAVING U SIGNED IN AT MY HOUSE! ahahaa

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So I'm totally going to give my story different names for each chapter because I can. :awesome:

 

 

 

Will Champion Goes Missing

 

 

 

 

“It was three days ago. My friend Will Champion went missing.” said Chris nervously as he sat.

“Missing? How has the press not gotten wind of this? We surely would have heard mention of it by now.” said I.

“The press doesn’t follow closely on the affairs of any other band member but me. Besides, he left quite suddenly before he went missing.”

“Watson, let Mr. Martin finish his story. I will question him when he’s finished.” Holmes had his eyes closed, his finger-tips together, and his elbows upon his knees.

“Actually just call me Chris.”

“As you wish, I doesn’t make any difference. Please, continue….”

“Anyway, it was strange, he got a phone call Monday morning while we were recording and after that he started packing his stuff in a big hurry. He said it was a family emergency and would be back tomorrow. He got on a taxi and went God knows where. He looked very nervous that day. The next day he hadn’t come back and I was worried, he usually would call to let us know he’d be staying longer. I decided to wait until Wednesday but he still hadn’t come back. I called a family member of his but they hadn’t heard from him either. Later that night at around 8 o’ clock a man by the name of Dan called and told me not to inform police of the matter or no good was to come of it. He told me to wait until tomorrow, or today I mean, at 9 AM and he will call me with a set of instructions I must follow very closely. And so I couldn’t sleep, I went for a jog to clear my mind and tire me out but I, luckily, ran into you instead.”

 

Holmes opened his eyes. He had been listening very closely to Chris’ story.

“Well Watson, what have you to say?” said Holmes.

“I think it is safe to say he wasn’t off on a family emergency.” I said.

“Obviously.”

“And this Dan fellow is not to be trusted, we should inform police.”

“I disagree. Involvement of the police would lead to involvement the press as well. This so called Dan had reason. If this is published it would result in hundreds if not thousands of false leads from people who claim to know Mr. Champion’s whereabouts.”

“Then what do you propose we do Holmes?”

“What Chris has been doing. Wait for the phone call. For now it’s all we can do. I think you should get some rest Chris, you‘ll need it for tomorrow.”

“But I can’t sleep.”

Holmes searched his coat pockets for something. He took out the small case I had seen many times before, opened it, and took out the syringe and one of the small glass containers in it. He filled the syringe with the liquid found in the container.

“The small puncture scars on your left wrist that you try to hide with bracelets tell me your not new to this sort of thing.” said Holmes and motioned for Chris to hold out his arm.

“Holmes…….” said I in an attempt to stop him from going any further.

“That’s not me anymore man…..” Chris’ eyes widened and he seemed to back away slightly.

“It’s morphine. It’ll help you get to sleep. You took cocaine when you were younger, causing the frequent insomnia you have now, it‘s common with cocaine users. Morphine is an anesthetic, it‘ll help you with your problem. For now anyway.”

“Holmes! The man doesn’t want to. Just because you find it helpful doesn’t mean this poor man will too.” I was suddenly very angry at my friend for suggesting such a thing.

“Now, now. I just wanted to help the man Watson. I will need him fully alert, listening to every single detail of the phone call. Look at his eyes! This man obviously hasn’t slept in quite a while.” Chris said nothing.

Holmes looked to me and then to Chris. He let out a long sigh.

“Very well then…. I gu-” Holmes was about to admit defeat when something caught his eye.

Holmes turned his full attention to something unseen that was in the corner, he focused on it with great intensity.

“What in God’s name is that?” said he at last.

“What?” said Chris as he looked to see what it was. I, too, let my curiosity get the better of me and looked.

In one swift movement Holmes grabbed the unwilling man by the arm and injected the opiate into his bloodstream.