So just so yall know I am terrible at grammar so just ignore that aspect, I'm not sure that I am going to finish this it just popped into my mind late last night and I felt like writing so.. yeah

 

Opportunities

 

 

 

 

Charlottes POV:

The air still had that crisp smell, the one that tends to linger after a heavy rainstorm that has cleansed the earth of all the bad in it. It was a faint reminder of all the time she had spent in Texas, the summer rainstorms she would dance in when she was a little girl, the scolding she would receive when she would track mud into the house, the first kiss she received, the first heartbreak she would feel, the tears of happiness and sorrow. Those were the memories that always flooded back into Charlottes mind whenever it rained in Manhattan. It was hard being away from home but she was chasing her dream of becoming a music producer and she couldn’t do that back in Huntsville.

 

Unable to sleep, Charlotte decided to wander around the city, to breath in the nightlife and smell the intoxicating aromas that existed within. Unaware of where her feet were taking her she looked up to see the vast treetops of central park. Central park was located in the heart of Manhattan and it was often a place that Charlotte drew inspiration from for her music projects. Without thinking she walked into the park and meandered the sidewalks for a little while before climbing up a little hill to sit upon and gaze at the few stars.

 

The grass was damp from the rainstorm but that never fazed Charlotte as she was too overwhelmed by the gorgeous sight of the stars up above her. Charlotte didn't hear the soft footsteps that approached her until she heard the voice. It was the voice of an angel who was not from around here simply because of his accent. “Mind if I join you? I’m only in the city for a little bit and I never get to do these kinds of things when I’m home.” Charlotte didn’t even look up to see the mysterious stranger but simply said “Not at all. Go right ahead” He laid down next to her on the hill and was silent for awhile before he spoke again. “Your accent is not from New York, where are you from?” Now Charlotte normally would never talk to strangers but felt strangely at ease with this man, she quickly responded to him saying, “Yeah, I’m really from Texas, and judging from your accent you’re not from New York either. I’m guessing you’re from Great Britain?” With a soft chuckle the man said, “You are quite correct, I am from London.” Charlotte sighed and said with a bit of yearning, “I have always wanted to go to London, but the right opportunity has never come around.” The man smiled to himself and said, “maybe someday your opportunity will come in a package you least expected.” Charlotte laughed and responded back with “Yeah, like some hot British fellow will ask me to come back to London with him and ask me to marry him and have his babies.” “Haha, maybe not that kind of opportunity but perhaps something else. Well I have to go but it has been truly wonderful gazing at the stars with you… uh I don’t believe I caught your name?” “ Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Charlotte. And you are?” “Ah well I am..” The man’s cell phone rang before he could say his name. “Charlotte I have to answer this, but it has been wonderful meeting you, and who knows maybe one day I’ll see you in London.” And with that the man stood up and was walking away whispering into his phone. Charlotte knew there was something about this man, a certain aura about him and without thinking she yelled out to the man “ You never said your name!” The man paused and turned toward her and quickly yelled out to her “It’s Chris” and then continued to walk away.

 

Charlotte continued to stare at the man as he walked away. He was somebody special she thought and she would probably never meet ever again. She didn’t even know what he looked like because of how dark it was. All she knew was his name and his voice. Depressed that she wouldn’t get to know Chris, she stood up and began to walk home to her apartment. The wind had begun to pick up and was blowing around the trash that people were too careless to throw away properly. As Charlotte neared her home one of those pieces of trash blew up into her face. It was a paper advertising Coldplay’s tour with a big picture of the band on it, Charlotte quickly dismissed the paper as trash without looking at it and threw it back on the ground and continued walking home.

 

Chris’ POV

She was like no one he had ever meet before. She had rays of happiness that emerged from her when she spoke. He was mesmerized just by the sound of her voice. Charlotte. Charlotte was all he could think about as he walked back to the hotel. He knew it was best that he had not really gotten to know her, what with him living in London and her here in New York, yet he wished that that could change.

 

Upon arriving back at the hotel he was greeted by his dear friend Jonny. Jonny was a constant in his life and to that he was grateful. Jonny called out to Chris saying, “Where did you wonder off to? I was worried that some stripper had captured you taken you back to her layer” Chris laughed and said “if only” Jonny grinned and pulled Chris into the elevator. “Aw mate! We are almost done here and soon we will be back in London.” Chris smiled and just nodded his head, but in his head Chris really just wanted to go back to the park and find Charlotte.

 

Charlottes POV

It had been two months since her encounter with Chris and he had finally drifted to the back of her mind. Charlotte was sitting in class doodling and humming Amsterdam, her favorite song, when her professor had begun to approach her. Quickly snapping out of it, Charlotte pretended to be working on her project. “Charlotte, every semester I choose one of my students who I think shows the most potential for a special ‘opportunity’. Typically the ‘opportunity’ in the past has been a summer internship in L.A., but this year the internship is in London.” Charlotte’s eye snapped up to her professors and began to grow extremely large. Had she heard him correctly? London? Charlotte’s mind was racing. “So Charlotte I want you to take this internship in London. Will you do it?” Charlotte said without hesitating “Of course!” “Excellent, as soon as you finish this semester you will catch a plane to London and begin your internship.” Charlotte was beaming! She was going to London to do an internship!! To LONDON!

 

Coldplay HQ

“Why are we doing this again?” asked Guy. “Because Guy, it opens up opportunities for young aspiring minds in the music field” said Will “Yeah, but couldn’t we have let U2 do it or Muse?” “GUY! They are doing it! It’s a bunch of bands and artists who agreed to allow interns to follow them around as they tour this summer” “Fine, but I’m making the chump do my laundry” and with that Guy marched up the stairs to the office of the beehive leaving Will, Chris, and Jonny down in the studio. The three of them broke into laughter at Guy’s reaction. “He stormed off like a little girl whose pig tail was pulled!” said Jonny. “Yeah well it seemed a bit err PMS’y’ to me” Snickered Will. Chris just sat back eating a bar of chocolate and grinning at the wise cracks his band mates were throwing around. “Hey Chris! When does the intern arrive?” asked Jonny. “Err. I think sometime around next week” “Perhaps this guy has some good ideas to help us finish up this album, so we can get to touring?” Chris shrugged his shoulders and simply replied saying “You never know.”

 

Charlottes POV

“Good Morning Continental Airline Passengers! We are beginning our decent into the London area so we ask that you put away all electronics you may have had out and stow all your personal belongings you have had out during the flight.” Charlotte awoke from her nap on the plane and looked out the window. She couldn’t see much besides clouds and the ocean but she knew that she would soon be landing in London!

 

After landing and going through customs Charlotte met up with other students in her Internship program, many were from the states and other European Countries. She made some small talk with a group of guys from Australia, while waiting to here where she would be interning.

 

“Good Morning! My name is Eloise and I am the director of your summer internship program! We are so excited to have you all here in the UK! Now listen up closely as we call out your name and whom you are interning for. Once you hear your name please come up here and collect your info packet and then proceed out these doors to your waiting cab. Eloise went through the list fairly quickly. “Roberts-Muse. Green- Keane. Johnson- U2.” Finally Eloise had finished the list and had called everyone’s name but Charlottes. Charlotte walked up to Eloise and said to her “ Excuse me Eloise, but you didn’t call my name.” Eloise looked at Charlotte and said “ Are you.. Miss. Brown?” “Yes! That’s me!” “Ah Miss. Brown, the band you are working for did not want me to announce their name in public, but now that everyone else has gone, you are working for Coldplay. They have personally sent a driver to pick you up. He is waiting outside the airport for you.” Charlotte couldn’t believe it, she was an intern for Coldplay! They were one of her favorite bands.” “Thank you Eloise!” Replied Charlotte. She gathered her bags and headed out the doors to see a black BMW parked in front of her with a man holding a sign with her last name “Brown” printed on it. Charlotte approached the man and said that she was “Brown”. He looked her up and down and then shook his head and proceeded to open the door for her. Charlotte stepped into the car and sat down. She was at first unaware of another passenger until she heard the man clear his voice and introduce himself as Will Champion. Charlotte nervously responded in introducing herself “ Hi, I’m Charlotte, I am a music major from New York City.” Will chuckled and said “are you sure your from New York? You have a southern drawl.” Charlotte blushed and responded saying, “You’re right, I’m really from Texas, but I go to University in New York.” “Ah, it all connects now. Well I have to tell you, for some reason we were expecting a man not a southern bell, but no worries!” Will said with a sincere smile. Charlotte returned the smile and turned to gaze out the window into the beauty London.

 

The car made several stops along the way to the studio. They picked up Jonny, and Guy who were also shocked that Charlotte was a girl and not a man but were never the less hospitable towards her. They even teased her about her accent saying it was worse than theirs and how they would need an interpreter. Charlotte felt at home with these men and had a feeling that her summer would be the best she had ever had.

 

Chris POV

Chris nervously paced the floor of the studio. The intern was due to arrive any second with the rest of the band. What would he be like? Would he be smart and ready to work? Would he be a jerk and an annoyance? Would he be better than me? Chris glanced up at the clock for the 18th time in a two-minuet period. Where are they? They should have been here already. Finally Chris heard the footsteps in the hall and the chatter of his dear friends. Jonny entered the room first carrying luggage and then Guy and Will. Finally Charlotte entered into the studio. Chris starred at the young girl in shock! He honestly thought it was going to be a guy but this was obviously not a guy!

 

“Chris this is Charlotte! She is our intern for the summer!” Will said. In Chris’ mind the name Charlotte rung a bell but he was not sure why but then she spoke. “Howdy Chris! I’m Charlotte.” It was then that Chris made the connection; it was the girl from central park!

 

 

 

well, this would be the reason i've not posted so many stories recently...

A Bright Spark

http://abrightspark-brooke.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-one.html

 

take your time reading it, it's 46,019 words. :surprised:

and i still have to write the epilogue. :P

 

also, big, BIG thanks to katie and dianna, who helped me quite a lot with this. :heart:

R*E*S*P*E*C*T*

 

New chapter! This one is yet another long-ish one, but it'll be greatly worth your while!

 

 

I may have followed through with one of my requests... :wink3:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

Several weeks later things changed. Things got worse, things got harder; things became more complicated than need be. I had a strong reason to believe that everything was going wrong. That I shouldn’t have said anything; that I should’ve prevented it. The more I pondered as to what I could’ve done, the more furious I became.

 

I sat with Jonny; since nobody else was at his house, we relaxed. My head was snuggled into his chest, and he had his arms wrapped securely around me. I felt the easy rise and descent of his chest; he was calm. I listened to his steady heartbeat and felt overwhelmed. This beautiful heart was his and he’d chosen to give it to me. He’d given all of himself to me, including his mind and body. I knew it was cheesy, but I swore when I was this close to him, I actually touched a part of his pure soul.

 

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Jonny asked. I nodded and agreed. He continued “One day, things like this won’t have to be a secret, no more hiding… especially in our own household,” I loved it when he saw into the future. It filled my heart with something nobody else could; genuine love and hope. I’d never believed in something so strongly in my life, and when he freely spoke, what he’s saying, really is ‘I can’t wait for this day, I know it’ll happen eventually’.

 

Though we were in a struggle, I knew we’d make it through. Jonny had that surprising ability to make light of any situation, and I loved that about him. Gently, I closed my eyes in attempt to forget all of these problems.

 

I took his hand and snuggled inwards. He took one hand off of my body and begun caressing my hair. I began feeling sleepy as he held and caressed me, though I didn’t drift off quite yet. I took his hand and weaved something of great significance to me. Our fingers entwined, and I felt a ribbon around Jonny’s left pinky-finger.

 

I felt this and my heart soared. He cared and honored his promises; we just didn’t have anything to symbolize our love quite yet… also that my mother was much too observant. He released my hand to reach for a chocolate square, his right arm still firmly around my waist. Single-handedly, he unwrapped the chocolate square and threw that wrapper into the garbage, but missing barely.

 

I looked at him questioningly, asking if he’d share. He stole a glance at me and handed me the piece. I thought before taking my course of action. I placed half of the chocolate in my mouth and closed in on him. I forced the other half in his mouth, and met his lips. It broke and we ate our respective pieces, laughing at each other’s silliness.

 

I smiled up at him and stared into his eyes. My smile faded and it became a longing stare. I scooted closer and softly lay my lips on his. I soon found myself snogging him passionately. He placed his hand on my cheek and another hand around my back. One of my arms was completely straight against Jonny’s neck and shoulder, the other beginning to wander. I put my hands underneath his shirt and lifted it off, kissing along the way. He bit his lip.

 

Jonny passed his hands over my arms and worked his way downwards, not missing a single spot, before pushing me onto his bed. He teased around my belt, and though I tried fighting it, he got his way and I hardened. Retorting, I rubbed against him, and he let out an involuntary moan.

 

We’d never been completely naked with each other. Our shirts were removed and we went around the trousers. This time was exception, though, since there was nobody that could interrupt. I seized the opportunity and undid his belt. He returned the action and pulled my trousers off completely. My hands slid all over the place and ended by teasing him; I placed my hands underneath his trousers and slowly moved down. He took in a sharp breath, realizing what I was doing.

 

My hands continued to go downwards, touching his legs until I managed to strip him. Sooner than I realized it, there was no barrier of clothing between us. I didn’t hold back for a moment because feeling Jonny’s skin on mine was very rare but amazing. I loved the noises he made and it only made me go at it harder. The rest was a flurry of kisses, breaths and moans.

 

Lying there half-exposed curled up with Jonny felt extremely freeing. After calming down in silence we started some light chit-chat. It was by far the most blissful experience I’d had with him; simply lying there with him with nobody else to worry about. All I was capable of doing was smiling at Jonny. He smiled back then heard a car park and the door slam. Returning our clothes to the way they were originally worn, we sat and did what we usually did. I was writing and talking while Jonny had his guitar.

 

His mother came to greet us both and to say that Jonny had a message on the answering machine. She told me that was odd; Jonny always answers the home phone. I shrugged. “I don’t think he heard it over the acoustic, I mean we’re making serious music, here,” I reply. Music indeed I thought with a smirk.

 

“Right, Jon gets into his own world when he writes and plays,” his mother sighed. “It makes him quite dedicated, and I see you are as well. I’m sure you two will someday make it with that out there. I just see it,” I nodded, smiled and thanked her.

 

When Jonny came back it was about twenty minutes later. He looked as if he could be sick at any time. I looked at him concernedly, beginning to be worried myself. “It was Will,” he started. I could tell he didn’t want to press on. “He swung by and started knocking… we were, uh, busy at the moment,” he paused. “So he called and no answer. He came by again, and I talked with him… he was angry,”

 

“Why’s he angry this time?” I spat, and then paused. “I mean, if you wanna tell me.”

 

“Yes, well...” he pondered his phrasing. “He said he knew we were ‘up to something’ because we’d been silent. Not answering the door or the phone and stuff,” he breathed, and sat in his window-chair. He begun to breathe unsteadily and I knew he had begun to cry. He sniffed deeply. “Said that we were bound to be discovered and that it was- d-disgusting what game we’re p-playing at!”

 

 

But wouldn’t it be foolish to think I could’ve stopped Jonny? That somehow- magically- I’d find out what got into his head that day he told Will? I shook my head at this stupid idea, and sat back down. I hadn’t spoken to Jonny about my conversation with Will, as I didn’t want it to be brought up. He respected this, and didn’t probe further.

 

 

“I need to talk to you about that, Jon,” I hurriedly whispered. He stared back caringly but still intent on appearing curious. “I can’t take it anymore; I need to talk about it…” I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to breathe. Jonny sat down beside me, and took my hand. He leaned his head on my shoulder and listened carefully as I retold everything I knew.

 

When Will squeezed it out of me that I love Jonny. When he told us that rumors were flying, and we should watch out, because they’re true. When he told us to stop trying to keep our heads above water and just accept that everyone is morally against us. When he told us that we just simply couldn’t be; he couldn’t have his two best friends in love… he simply wouldn’t allow it.

 

We sat in silence for what seemed to be a long time before Jonny spoke up. “I’ve had some talks with Will myself, besides the one today,” he paused, and I looked at him, giving my full attention. “Like on your birthday. Remember he’d been grumpy? Well, he told me my feelings were obvious… really obvious. He then said I should ‘just’ stop because nothing’s going to happen between us- ever.” Jonny continued on to tell me several other stories, though tried his best to refrain from crying again.

 

Suddenly, I felt my surge of anger double on itself, something I hadn’t felt in an immensely long time. Who does he think he is, talking to my Jonny like that? How had he managed in his puny little conscienceless head to degrade someone so beautiful? He’d been nothing but nice to him, but he’s obviously overlooked the fact that it was difficult enough to hide from the world, but to have the only person in the world that knows that this is true to be disapproving and even have the very fucking nerve to tell us to surrender because he didn’t approve?! My fist clenched, and Jonny stared up at me with his foggy mint-green eyes, on the brink of tears. He’d seen my discomfort and anger.

 

I felt like screaming. I felt like breaking something. I stood and tried as best I could to breathe. I was walking around furious and absolutely nothing was helping. I begun pacing around Jonny’s room, and saw something that had nearly made me snap into a million pieces. It was a picture of Will and Jonny smiling; Will had taken it. I felt like tearing it apart. I felt like destroying. I felt like hitting something. I felt like obliterating Will.

 

*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o-*x-o

 

I was extraordinarily tired the next Tuesday. I’d stayed up late finishing a new song, but I was still too emotionally hurt to even attempt a different one. I tripped over my own feet several times before finally arriving to my locker, where I saw in the slight distance, Will half-pushing Jonny away from my direction. Will looked back and smiled, I gave him a stony glare that probably would have had medusa-like qualities if he’d seen it.

 

Furious, I opened my locker to find a small note from none other than the man I wish to turn to stone. It read;

 

“Dear Chris,

As soon as you can, come talk to me, we need to have a conversation. Don’t fret; it’s nothing serious.

-Will”

 

Nothing serious to him probably means the world to me. I ripped the note and threw it in the garbage immediately.

 

First period I scarcely spoke with Dom, as he saw my obvious dark mood. He didn’t want to know, as he said that would make him involved in something he shouldn’t really be in. I respected that and changed the subject. It was useless chatter, I believe. In the corner of my eye, I saw him reading a small note. I noticed he re-read it a few times and tried to hide anxiousness. He frequently looked up at the class clock, though I just assumed he wanted the class to end, the lesson was quite dry.

 

I continued to sulk even through second period. I took a deep breath before I entered the change room, had no problems and proceeded to tie my shoes. Once I finished I looked up half-expecting Bellamy to begin his mockery. I stood and smiled slightly, he’d been talking to another student and failed to notice me. This made my day feel slightly lighter, as I wouldn’t have to deal with him.

 

I noticed that he too was frequently checking the clock. I remembered they knew each other and were in a band together. Maybe they were on their first gig? Or should I be worried for Dom’s sake? You never know with that kid, bad things tend to happen…

 

During lunch, I looked around, trying to locate Jonny. He hadn’t been sitting in our usual table, and neither was Dom. I continued searching for Jonny all through the cafeteria, with half a mind to start a Marco Polo game and seeing if he’d reply. I tried avoiding Will at all costs knowing full well I shared lunch with him. I spotted him, but he hadn’t noticed me. Jonny wasn’t anywhere I could see and it begun to worry me. I’d found Dom in a group with Bellamy and I ignored it. I sat with the band club guys, having given over looking.

 

During English class the next period Jonny hadn’t shown up. It seemed highly unlikely of him to cut class. My worries increased which each minute that passed. My heart felt like it would explode if someone didn’t answer me where the fuck he was. I asked people through notes if they’d seen him, and I was given the same answer from everyone; they had no clue.

 

When class ended, I shot up like a rocket from my seat and hurriedly left. I sprinted to my locker, cautious to not be caught by a hall cop. I entered the combination for our locker and checked around. His school things weren’t in there. I went into a complete panic and saw another note. Hopefully, I snatched it, but was greatly disappointed when I saw who the real sender was, which ended up being Will.

 

I looked at the page and decided it was worth reading, since I’d seen Jonny’s name on it. As I read the words my jaw dropped.

 

“Dear Chris,

I know you avoided me during lunch break. I said I needed to talk to you and I mean that. I didn’t think you’d make such a big fuss out of it, it’s just a conversation. And since when do you STOP talking? Oh, and if you’re wondering as to where Jonny is, I’ll answer you when you come to talk to me! Now, I mean that!

 

-Will”

 

I trembled in fury. This time Will had crossed the fucking line just too far! I shoved my books and such into my school bag and slammed my locker. I ran around the school and hunted for Will. The second I saw him I swore I’d give him a full swing of my school bag.

 

I decided to check the men’s loo. I had heard a conversation, so I approached quietly. I opened the first door slowly and closed it without a single sound. I hid at the doorway of the second door. I took a breath and listened in, though I couldn’t distinguish the voices. I repeated my noiseless opening of the second door, but it had made a slight squeak when closing.

 

“Did you hear something?” I heard the first voice say. I distinguished this as Dom. I couldn’t see him, so I assumed he was in a stall. Something told me not to speak up, to just stay in silence. Then I heard another voice.

 

“Easy, tiger. There’s nothing to worry about, you’re just too paranoid,” I presumed that this was Bellamy. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped myself. I heard an odd noise that made me curious and I approached. What I saw in the reflection of the mirror was unmistakable, and my mouth widened.

 

Quickly but as noiseless as possible I exited. Then I went on a full on sprint, trying my best to be as far away from them as possible. I scratched the idea of hunting Will down, and just sprinted home. I blinked a few times in shock while I ran. On the way, I sat down on a park bench to think about what had just happened.

 

I just found out his secret, without his permission. I stared off, trying to relax my heart from the sprint. This was why Bellamy had hated me; I could go by with Jonny freely. He had to keep his love and his snogging with Dom in private.

 

 

 

 

 

 

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :devil:

 

 

for dianna :kiss:

Brighter Than Sunshine

 

 

Chris threw his pen across the room, nearly knocking over in the process the lamp providing the only light in the room. Jonny snapped his head up from the book he was reading.

 

"What's wrong?" he asked. Chris just sighed, grabbed the piece of paper in front of him, and tore it with so much anger that Jonny backed away a little.

 

"I can't fucking write anything!" Chris threw his arms down on the table, and buried his head between them. His back heaved violently with the frustrated breaths he took.

 

"It's OK, Chris, you don't have to write a song every single day." Jonny moved his chair a bit closer to Chris. Chris turned his head so he faced Jonny, but he was still resting on the table. "You're allowed to take a break every now and then."

 

"But I feel like... there's something in me, you know, and it needs to come out. I need to write something, but I just... I just can't." Chris stared for a few moments at the book in Jonny's hand. "What are you reading?"

 

Jonny looked at the book quickly, though he already knew what it was, and nervously responded, "Uh... On- On the Road."

 

"Is it any good?"

 

"It's great, actually. It's about this guy who meets another guy, and they go on a lot of adventures through America." Jonny laughed, "That's a bad summary, but... it-it's good. I like it."

 

Chris picked his head up and laid his hands in his lap. "Will you read some to me?"

 

"Um... sure, I guess." Jonny opened up to a random page and cleared his throat. Chris's eyes were gazing at him, and he started to feel very anxious. "Great Chicago glowed red before our eyes. We were suddenly on Madison Street among hordes of hobos, some of them sprawled out on the street with their feet on the curb, hundreds of others milling in the doorways of saloons and alleys. "Wup! wup! look sharp for old Dean Moriarty there, he may be in Chicago by accident this year." We let out the hobos on this street and proceeded to downtown Chicago. Screeching trolleys, newsboys, gals cutting by, the smell of fried food and beer in the air, neons winking--"We're in the big town, Sal! Whooee!" First thing to do was park the Cadillac in a good dark spot and wash up and dress for the night..."

 

Chris blinked his tired eyes at Jonny. "Why did you stop?" Jonny sighed and put the book down.

 

"I don't know."

 

"You're not gonna read anymore?" Jonny shrugged. "Oh."

 

"Did you want me to?" Jonny reluctantly asked.

 

"You don't have to. I just like hearing you read," Chris smiled. "And you were really cute when you did the 'Wup! wup!' thing."

 

Jonny slid his green eyes over to Chris's blue ones. "What?"

 

"I... I, uh..." Chris stammered, flustering like crazy, "I mean, you know.. that 'Wup! wup!' thing, it was... Ugh, there's no way out of this, is there?"

 

"That depends, what isn't there a way out of?" Chris unblinkingly stared at Jonny for as long as he could. Jonny stared back, and they both felt something growing between them.

 

"I never understood before," Chris muttered. "I never knew what love was for. My heart was broke, my head was sore..." Chris broke his gaze with Jonny. "What a feeling."

 

Jonny dumbly said, "Wish you hadn't thrown the pen now?" Chris, still looking away, shook his head. Jonny was very confused by this point, and still rather nervous, so he too looked away for a bit. But eventually their eyes met once more.

 

"Love will remain a mystery, but give me your hand and you will see." Chris grabbed Jonny's hand, wrapping Jonny's fingers around his wrist. "Your heart is keeping time with me."

 

Jonny wasn't sure that he could actually feel Chris's pulse, or if he was just imagining things, but it freaked him out a little. "OK, that's kinda weird." Chris took Jonny's words the wrong way, and frantically tried to pull his hand back. But Jonny wouldn't let go.

 

"What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine... It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm..." Chris stopped, quite suddenly, and just blinked.

 

"Writer's block again?" Chris shook his head, more fervently than last time.

 

"I'm yours." Chris took his free hand and placed it over Jonny's. "And suddenly your mine." He let his hand stay for a moment, then drew a sharp breath and pulled back. "Bad idea."

 

"Chris," Jonny mumbled. Chris looked up at him, afraid of what would come next. "Would you like me to read to you?"

 

"I thought you didn't want to read anymore."

 

"You like hearing me read, don't you?" Chris nodded. "And I like having you watch me... with those... big, blue, beautiful eyes."

 

"On second thought," Chris said, his tone suddenly absent of any sort of nervousness or hesitance, "You won't be able to read."

 

"How so?"

 

Chris moved his chair over as close to Jonny's as he could get. When he couldn't move the chair any closer, he moved his body closer. Soon their legs were touching, and Chris reached his hand over to the back of Jonny's neck. He briefly caught Jonny's lips with his own, like testing the waters. Jonny didn't fight, so Chris dove in. Pretty soon, he found himself in desperate need of oxygen.

 

"That wasn't my song, you know," Chris panted as he pulled away.

 

"It wasn't?"

 

"No," Chris replied. "Aqualung. But every time I hear it, I think of you."

 

"Really?" Jonny asked. "Because I always think of you when I hear Dancing Queen."

 

"Jonny, I'm trying to be serious!" Chris snapped, but he was failing at holding back his laughter.

 

"I am being serious. Chris, with a bit of rock music, everything is fine. You're in the mood for dance. And when you get the chance, you are-" Chris kissed Jonny again to shut him up. Jonny didn't mind so much.

 

"I should write a song about you, Jonny. I think that's what's been stuck in me."

 

"Didn't you already do that?" Chris laughed.

 

"Ah, more times than you'll ever know." Chris brought his hand up and tapped Jonny's nose. "But this time, it'll be really, really obvious that it's about you. And not just Yes and Green Eyes obvious. I'm gonna call it..."

 

While Chris was off in his thoughts, Jonny asked, "You wrote Yes for me??"

 

Then, Chris jumped back to life and spread his arms out in front of him. "I'm gonna call it Jonny. Original, yeah?" he laughed.

 

"You're always original, Chris," Jonny replied with a hint of sarcasm.

 

"It will be a hit. And I don't care if people don't like it, because to me it will be the greatest song ever. Because, Jonny," Chris smiled as widely as he could, "I love you."

 

 

 

Just a crappy little chapter:lol::lol::lol:

 

╟theriskthatyoutake╢

 

 

 

Guy was completely set against the idea.

 

“This won’t work,” he said, annoyed. “We’ll just get ridiculed by the media. I’d be surprised if our real fans would even still like us after our uglification.”

 

“…Is that even a word?” Chris asked, shrugging.

 

That kid seriously needs to read a dictionary sometime, Will thought. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Chris, it is; and, Guy, it will work. The bandwagon jumpers will go running back to their Jonas Brothers and Justin Bieber, and we’ll be free to be us again.”

 

“This is exactly my point!” Guy jumped out of his seat. “We’ll have no fans. Our old ones will turn to freaking Miley Cyrus or some crap like that.”

 

“Guys! Guys!” Jonny raised his voice a little to emphasise his annoyance. “Calm down, okay? Now, let’s just leave it and see what happens. We’ll have another meeting in two weeks or so if the brainwashed idiots haven’t went away. Okay? Everyone agree?”

 

Chris and Guy nodded their heads simultaneously, but Will was still shaking his.

 

“You guys do what you want,” Will said, defeated. “I’m still gonna become ugly, whether you like it or not. I’m sure the tweens will still be scared of by a freaky-looking drummer. You can thank me when they-”

 

“Whatever, Will,” Chris interrupted. “Jon and I have to go take care of some things.” Before Will could even open his mouth to speak, Chris had grabbed Jonny’s hand and they were on the way to the bedroom.

 

Guy leaned back a little further in his chair and scoffed. “God, it just never stops with those two, does it?”

 

--

 

Jonny walked over to the bureau and popped the tape in the cassette player. Immediately, two voices were projecting: Jonny’s and Chris’s. There was lots of moaning and the occasional, “oh, Jonny”. They played it whenever they disappeared off to the bedroom, so Guy and Will wouldn’t get suspicious.

 

Jonny flopped onto the bed. “Fact of the matter is,” he said, “Will is stuffing up our plan. We have to stop him or this won’t work.”

 

“Yup, he’s the only thing between us and Disney stardom,” Chris smiled, imagining the perks that would come with being an idol for tweens. “Hey, do you think we’d get our own TV show? I can imagine it now… Chrissy and Jonny: BFFFLAFAAAYWHOOTSAWC?”

 

“Best friends forever for life and forever and always and yay we have our own television show, aren’t we cool?” Jonny laughed. “Is that right? Anyway, how can we get Will out of our way?”

 

Chris grinned slyly. “Do you still have those guns your grandfather gave you when you were nine?” he asked.

 

Jonny shrugged. “Somewhere, in the attic maybe.”

 

“Lovely. This shall be interesting, then... Very interesting...”

 

 

 

For Dianna:heart:

 

With A Little Help From Your Friends

 

 

 

Chris leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face in frustration. Nothing was coming out the way he wanted it to. He had so many ideas, so many melodies bubbling out from every corner of his brain. But not a single one of those tunes sounded good enough to him. He had little phrases bouncing around his mind as well; little poetic couplets that seemed to work in his head, but did not have at all the desired effect on paper.

 

He leaned forward and violently crumpled yet another sheet of paper. Nothing he wrote would ever be good enough. He felt as though his brain simply was not functioning as a creative tool any longer. Now I have lost the only thing I am any good at. I am completely useless now.

 

He laid his head on the table in defeat and felt tears start to build. He was hopeless. A hopeless failure. A complete and utter loser. He allowed the tears to flow freely, soaking his face and the table with his self-deprecation.

 

Suddenly he heard the creaking of a handle turning and a door being opened. He mentally cursed himself for being so careless and quickly lifted his head up, trying to dry his eyes. But it was too late. Guy had seen, and Chris knew he had. He dropped his hands from his face in surrender. There was no point in trying to hide it. Guy's large, chocolate brown eyes grew even larger.

 

"Chris, what's wrong?" His voiced ached with concern. In a moment he was standing before Chris's shrunken figure. "Chris, what's wrong?" he repeated, more softly.

 

There were a hundred million ways to answer that question. Chris chose the simplest one. "Everything," he mourned. His voice cracked, and Guy could tell that he was about to start crying again.

 

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered lovingly. He reached out and embraced the emotionally decrepit man. He held him for a long time before slowly releasing his grip and taking a step back to view the tear stained face of his friend. Guy's eyebrows knit tightly together in a worried frown. "Please tell me, what is it that has made you feel so horribly?"

 

Chris did not want to talk but Guy's gentle down compelled him to spill his heart. "I cannot write a single decent song. I am horrible. I am awful. I am dreadful. I am the worst song writer there ever was. Nothing I write comes out the way I want it to. I am incapable of writing anything better than what I have written previously. And even those songs are rubbish."

 

"Chris you-"

 

"No Guy. I should just stop trying, because the end result will undeniably be terrible. I am the worst songwriter. So I think I'm just going to give up and-" he was stopped mid sentence by a hard slap on the face from Guy. He stood, his mouth hanging wide open and his blue eyes wide with shock.

 

"Shut up. What the hell are you rambling about?"

 

"I....but-"

 

"No," Guy interrupted sharply. "You are an amazing song writer. If even one person loves what you do you are a success. And you have at least three people. Three people who not only love your songwriting, but also just plain love you."

 

Chris's eyes once again filled with tears. Guy looked stricken. "Don't cry," he pleaded. He took an involuntary step forward.

 

Chris abruptly stood and held up his hand. "No, no," he replied in a shaky voice. "You do not understand." He pointed to his eyes. "These are tears of joy."

 

"That is a relief." Guy once again pulled Chris into a tight embrace. "Remember," he whispered, "that there are those three people that love you for you and everything that you are. Even your girly expressions of emotion."

 

Chris laughed and it was a relief to Guy to hear that the usual happy-go-lucky Chris had returned. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

 

Guy simply nodded and broke free from Chris's hold on him. He turned and headed for the door. "That's what friends are for," he said as he exited the room. The words echoed around the small space, enveloping Chris. He smiled. Yes, that is what friends were for.

 

 

:shrug:

Lips Like Sugar

 

 

 

"I am so glad that you are here. It means a lot to me. The others don't seem like they want anything to do with me most of the time."

 

"You are such a silly man, do you know that?"

 

"Is that why everyone else tires of me so quickly?"

 

"Listen, you are like sugar. Everybody loves you and wants you."

 

"I see the green eyed monster of jealousy its showing its head, quite literally in fact. Although I do not consider you a monster in any sense."

 

"Of course I am jealous. Because I have a real sweet tooth."

 

"Is that so?"

 

"Absolutely. But I know deep down that I have nothing to fear. Others tire of sugar after a short time. It is too much for them to handle."

 

"What if that happens with you? I suppose that someday, even you will tire of me. You will become ill at the very sight of me, and not be able to look at me again for a very long time. And what will I do then? I will suffer greatly. The candy jar is a lonely place without the thought that someone will eventually open it up."

 

"That will never happen."

 

"How do you know?"

 

"Let me tell you a secret of mine. A well-kept secret, until now. I have more than one sweet tooth. In fact, all of my teeth are very keen to sugar. It will be an eternity and then some before all of them tire of the stuff."

 

"That is very good news for me. Now I will not have to worry about being alone. It fills me with joy to think that I will be able to please you for that long."

 

"This brings up another matter. It has been too long since I have gotten my last fix. The sugar high, I'm afraid, is wearing off. And I am beginning to feel quite miserable."

 

"How can I help you?"

 

"Your tongue is like candy to me. The sweetest of it all. I find it very unfair that you keep it hidden away from me, when you know of my addiction to it. I have not tasted that candy in an agonizingly long while. My teeth, they ache with longing for it. They have not felt it's sugary goodness coating them for far too long. And the worst part is that you are teasing me. You have set up shop, and you are displaying such things to me that I cannot ignore. Your butterscotch curls, your blue raspberry ice eyes, your candy apple lips, they taunt me. They are a constant reminder of what I am missing out on."

 

"I see. That does seem a bit unfair. I wouldn't want to deny your daily fill."

 

"You are very gracious. But I have just one question."

 

"And what might that be?"

 

"Will I have sole access to the candy store? I would hate to see it shared by others with greedy, lustful eyes."

 

"No, this store is just for you, and you alone."

 

"I'm glad. Now please, may I sample your wares? "

 

"You may do more than that. But might I give you a suggestion?"

 

"Absolutely, you are the expert after all."

 

"I suggest you start with the candy apples."

 

"You read my mind."

 

 

Even though it's 4.25 am and I was supposed to be in bed over five hours ago, I'm still in party mode!!

:dance::dance::dance:

 

DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:dance::dance::dance:

 

 

 

Okay, it sucks and it's just incorrect in every way... But I didn't write it... Jonny was the one who wrote it, he just wanted me to give you this message:smiley::D

*is crazy in the head*

 

 

 

 

 

WE HAD A GREAT TIME AT THE PARTY TONIGHT, DEAR AWESOMELY COOL MEMBERS OF COLDPLAYING.COM. CHRIS GOT DRUNK, WILL GOT DRUNK, GUY GOT LAID AND DRUNK AND JONNY... OH, FUCK, WAIT IT'S STUCK ON CAPS LOCK.

 

Anyway, something really interesting happened, right? This is Jonny, by the way. Well, it is now. Guy was typing the parts that were stuck on caps lock. Anyway, the weirdest thing happened at the party... Chris was jumping off tables starting Britney Spears chants, and then all of a sudden, he said something along the lines of, "Hey, Jonnyboy, let's make out." He was leaning all over me and it was slightly uncomfortable, but still exhilirating. I leaned closer to him, and then he's all like, "What the fuck, dude?" and then he's like, "let's go dancing", but we totally didn't go dancing. Instead, we went funky dancing!:dance::dance::dance: Hey, there's smileys on here. Awesome!:awesome: Hey, there's an awesome smiley, as well!

 

After we went funky dancing, Chris said that there was something he needed to show me. At least that's what I think he said. He was mumbling a lot and not making much sense at all, really.

 

So we went to his studio apartment in Istanbul:awesome: and he turned his computer on. It was a really crappy old computer, and, well, it was so old that I wouldn't doubt that it had seen...something. I can't think of a good phrase-thingy at the moment. Anyway, he went onto this site...Coldplaying.com. It was really awesome. There were threads about each of us, except Will's one wasn't very active. Oh, and there was this one thread, right, where these people wrote stories. I clicked into it, because I don't mind reading. There was this story about all of us...actually there were a heap of them, and they were all freakin' fantastic. Except this one girls'. Hers was weird. And it sucked real bad. I forget what it was called, she just had a really sucky and obnoxious Napoleon Dynamite avatar picture thingo. Chris and Guy were murderers or something. I think I'm gonna dob her into the police.

 

So anyway, these people wrote really fantastic stories, and they were fantastic. Chris showed me one where we were having sex (I forget what it was called, it was awesome though!) and he's like, "Wouldn't it be a little ironic if I were to kiss you now?" And I said, well, nothing. I just winked. A lot. Like this: :wink3::wink3::wink3: Actually, that was mainly because I had a darn mosquito in my eye. IT HURT! OUCHIES!!!!!!!!!!!

 

He moved his lips onto mine, but then he said, "WE HAVEN'T PLAYED DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION YET!!!"

 

And so we played DDR for eight hours on end. I just wanted to tell all y'all lovely people (except that darn creepy girl; she's just a...creep. well, soon enough, she'll be a locked-up creep. SCORE ONE FOR JONNY!!!) that y'all are all awesome and lovely and fantastic and terrific and magnificent and you write stories that are inspirational and lovely and cool and awesome.

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Sorry, must've fallen asleep at the computer.

Keep writing all those great stories. I'll update you again when Chris and Will and Guy aren't around, because they don't like me being on Coldplaying because they think y'all will turn me into a giant fangirl!!:P

Lots of love (C/J love:wink3:)

Jonny:heart:

 

 

 

Just a tiny piece of something that you would like or not to read more.

 

 

 

 

I want to taste what is not mine.

I don't want you to hide but I want you to be sure that you can show me how it's done.

Show me how it's done this undisclosed desire of yours.

And please me and trick me because you always had power on me.

If my eyes are green yours are burning holes through me.

You should know that I'm gonna take it slow so there's no escape from this undisclosed desire.

Want to take control of me?

Want to show me how it's done?

Trust me because everything is talking about me and you, dancing hands and sticky desire.

And please me and trick me because I want to cage you in this bedroom and make you all mine.

You said that my beauty is not just a mask and my smile is a weapon ready to blow you away.

But if you would please me and show me how it's done, trust me you would stop inventing stupid games.

Street lights painting strange colors on your face and in your eyes I see starry skies and green oceans but you'd better get a hold on us without saying that I'm selfish because I want all of you.

In a green ocean lives a king with electric blue eyes and an undisclosed desire.

He calls every sailor man to attention tricking them with sensual words.

One day he will gonna realize that his beauty is not just a mask.

Wet and sticky from his own desire who tries to satisfy.

In a green ocean he tries to wash away what he thinks to be a sin.

But I'm gonna take it slow, too many vodkas and melted chocolates.

And you can.

You can travel all over the world, through every nation and country but tonight in an empty street, wet from melting snow you will realize that there's no violence in your heart.

And you will seek me and you will want to know me.

Because yesterday between eating chocolate and drinking vodka you showed me that we could risk.

Because what we become is now leading us to dangerous limits.

Your hands cupping me through my jeans, electric eyes on me.

You are a king swimming through wide green oceans.

But trust me and show me how it's done.

All this undisclosed desire of yours seeking for a release.

Melting snow and a man taking out his dog, it's late and he yawns.

He doesn't know who you are and what you want, he simply stares at you as his dog barks.

Want me to deny that a lower rush of blood is making me more sure of what I want?

We can do it fine. We can do it like you want.

So you can stay wild and take it easy without facing what we’ve become.

This city shimmering with all these lights and it's like a month ago, it's like Christmas with you finding yourself in satisfying your undisclosed desire.

Under thin sheets with lace on your skin and a sweet scent invading your bedroom.

Your hand was so sure wandering under that layer of transparent lace, satisfying, tricking yourself.

Wetting your lips and finding how to please me.

Show me how it's done and tease me with all these street lights dancing upon us and you smile dancing along my moans.

And everything is different. Everything is silence.

Pure ecstasy and how am I gonna take it slow?

Water flowing and I'm not so sure anymore that what I really want is to take all these things slow.

With you dancing so dirty, so sultry.

Don't stand there dancing against me.

Hot breath and hungry hands.

You'd better take what you want, tonight.

Selfish. I'm not like you.

But yet I'm selfish in recognizing that your beauty lies between your thighs too.

Call me selfish if you want, and trick me like you do with your lovers.

Melting snow and your bedroom is a mess but I can recognize that your beauty is not just a mask.

Want my madness?

Want to draw a map, sketch your desire on my skin and write new lyrics in my eyes?

You can dance along me like a dirty slut around a pole, dancing along roads which will lead you to the center of my heart.

Then you can take me home tonight and break me with your carnal desire.

Moaning in my ears while moving against my body like a thin line of shimmering dust.

Spray me with your words and emotions because I can be your canvas.

Show me how it's done this undisclosed desire of yours.

 

 

A Rush of Blood

 

Chapter XVII

 

 

Removed, please PM me if you want to read it.

 

 

 

Not Tragedies

 

 

It was a wedding, that's what it was. I'd stumbled upon a lovely little chapel, and a peak inside brought me a most spectacular view of a large gathering of people, all rested and patiently waiting in the pews.

 

Of course, I hadn't so much stumbled upon the wedding as been invited to the wedding as the best man. But, anyway!

 

I walked down the aisle, and as it was much too early for me to set myself into my proper place, I decided to stalk around and have a listen at what all of the guests were conversing about or over.

 

"What a beautiful wedding!" one girl said, a bridesmaid, I think. She was talking to a rather hefty man, who had been hired to be the waiter at the reception. Must have been a family friend of sorts.

 

"It is rather nice," the hefty waiter replied. "The reception is outside, yes?"

 

"Yes, I do believe so. Or else, I'd urge them to change it immediately. Far too gorgeous out to stick inside!"

 

"Oh, I agree. Though, the weather forecast did say something about rain. Could have been meant for later on, I suppose."

 

"JUUUUUULES!" a booming voice rang through the chapel. A spin around showed a pressed-looking woman charging through the door and to the bridesmaid and hefty waiter. "Julia, Julia!!!"

 

"What is it Mary?" Julia replied. Mary halted in front of them, and pushed her wild hair out of her face while trying to catch her breath.

 

"Have you seen Shannon?" she breathlessly inquired. Julia's eyes bulged and her eyebrows decided to move north.

 

"You don't know where Shannon is?" Julia quietly said through her teeth.

 

"Well, I mean," Mary tried to explain, "Maybe she's in the bathroom... or maybe I didn't go to the right dressing room?"

 

"It's the one on the left. Which one did you go to?" Mary froze and winced.

 

"The one on the left." Julia started to panic, but Mary collected herself and tried to calm Julia down. "She must be in the bathroom, then! I'm sure she'll be out in a few minutes. OK, thank you for your help, Jules."

 

"Yeah," Julia said with great doubt. She watched as Mary ran away, and an anxiety still showed on her tight face as she turned to the hefty waiter. "She goes to the bathroom a lot," she nervously laughed. "I think it's some sort of bladder problem or something."

 

"Right," the hefty waiter disinterestedly replied. "Well, I should go sit down now. Nice chatting with you."

 

Julia smiled as the hefty waiter left, and her eyes caught mine and showed fear. I didn't know what sort of fear, but it was definitely there.

 

"Jon," she said. "You haven't seen Shannon, have you?"

 

"No, I only just arrived a few minutes ago," I replied. Something wasn't right, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. Why something wasn't right, now that probably did. At least, quite the investigator. "You know, I've spent plenty of time around her, and I never noticed her leaving all that often for the bathroom."

 

Julia was nearly angry, it seemed, at what I said. Like I should have known that she was lying. Well, sure, I knew she was lying, but again, the question was 'why?'

 

"Jon, you're an idiot." Maybe not nearly, then. Rather angry. Promptly, she stormed off, most certainly in search of Shannon. It didn't take long to find her, though, as she was causing quite a scene just outside the doors.

 

"That's not what it was, Chris! Please, believe me!" she shouted. Tears and mascara ran down her cheeks, making her look even more ugly than I thought she ever looked.

 

"That's not what is was?" Chris spat, though his voice was shaking as much as hers. "So, you weren't on top of him?"

 

"No, I was," she stupidly replied, "but we weren't doing... that!"

 

The arguing went on and on, round and round, to the point where everyone realized it wasn't going anywhere. But, oh, the people were so entertained by such a fight.

 

"What's going on?" someone who had just arrived asked. I looked over to see it was Guy. Trust him to arrive late.

 

"Fight," someone else replied.

 

"Fight? On their wedding day? That's not a good sign."

 

"Of course, it's not a good sign. The wedding is ruined now, even though it would have been so beautiful."

 

"Ruined? What a shame."

 

"What a shame she's a whore," the other person laughed.

 

"Ooh," Guy said in a painful tone. "Can't say I'm too surprised, though."

 

So, Chris stormed off into the right dressing room. Being the best man/friend, I figured I should console him. He sat down on the couch sort of thing that was in there, and buried his head in his hands. I sat down beside him and placed my hand on his back.

 

"Hey, man, shit happens, right?" These were not really consoling words, but I couldn't think of much else. "At least you found out before the wedding."

 

"Oh, Jonny, you always know what to say to make me feel better." Lots of sarcasm, as to be expected.

 

"Just saying, there's always a bright side."

 

"Hmm, I guess you're right," he replied. "I mean, technically our marriage is saved." He tried to smile, and failed miserably. Instead, he settled for a sigh. "I need a drink."

 

"Well, you've still got all those champagne bottles for the reception."

 

"Yeah... where are those?"

 

"I'd think they're at wherever you're- or, you were having the reception."

 

"Good point." He stood up and yanked my arm. "Come on, Jonny, we're going on an adventure."

 

As we left the room and, essentially, the church, peoples' eyes stuck to Chris and silently mourned for him. They must have noticed me at some point, too, but I didn't need any mourning done for me. Or at all. Lucky.

 

We had a hell of a time finding where the reception was to be held. I was driving, since Chris hadn't brought his own car, and I'm terrible at following directions. Also, Chris barely had a clue where the place was.

 

"Shannon was gonna give the driver directions," Chris solemnly said. "I only heard where it was, like, once. Maybe twice."

 

We did find it though, due mostly to luck, I think. But we did find it, and there we did also find quite a few fancy looking bottles of champagne and some nice food being set up.

 

"Ah, wedding done already?" the caterer asked as Chris tried to grab about five bottles at once.

 

"Never even started," he grunted, and walked away. The caterer, a seemly kind lady, looked confused.

 

"Found out his fiance's a cheating bastard," I informed her. "And, really, who would marry a girl like that?"

 

"Jonny!" Chris demanded me by his side. Probably he needed some help carrying all those bottles. He dragged me along to a building right near the large tent that was set up, and threw himself to the ground.

 

He started to drink, downing the first bottle rather quickly. I was always under the impression that drinking made him quite sick, but he had no problem clearing every last drop. I just watched him, not wanting to disturb his persistence.

 

After a relatively short amount of time, he was blind drunk. He looked at me, eyes droopy and unfocused, his mouth hanging open as it tried to bring oxygen to his lungs.

 

"Fucking bitch," he mumbled, and set his head down on my shoulder. "That's what she is. And I don't need her! I've got you, Jonny," he pointed a shaky finger in my face, "and Jonny is all I need. Because you're my best friend."

 

"Yeah." I figured it was best to just let drunk Chris go about his drunk business, then deal with the consequences later. Ouch, foreshadowing?

 

"You smell good, Jonny," he slurred.

 

"Do I?"

 

"Uh huh. You smell really good." He turned his head a bit a buried his nose in my neck. "You always smell good."

 

"Well, thanks."

 

"But you know what I'd like to know?" he whispered.

 

"What?"

 

"How you taste." He raised his head and met his eyes with mine. "I bet you taste good, too."

 

"You think?"

 

Why was I being so indifferent? I mean, Chris was certainly one of the best looking men I'd ever seen. I loved him dearly as my friend, as well. All this talk about tasting, and not even so much as a single butterfly. Until his tongue reached its destination, which was mine, if you couldn't infer.

 

Oh, and then it was like a rush. A rush of sparkling, shining goodness shot from the brightest guns of happiness that lodged itself in my chest. Did it pierce my heart? Good question... I'm not going to answer it, though.

 

Is it wrong to take advantage of your drunk best friend? Probably, but here's what I'll say in defense: he started it! (It's a bit juvenile, I know.)

 

And he ended it, too. Won't say where or how, because that's all a bit too dirty for a story that started off in a church.

 

So as we laid somewhere with some clothes that may or may not have been worn at this particular time, Chris slept off his alcohol. His bare (or perhaps clothed) chest was steadily rising and falling. Not like I was watching or anything.

 

Things grew dark after a while, and Chris opened his eyes and yawned. He didn't look surprised to see me laying next to him, without, or possibly with, clothes on. He just smiled.

 

"I knew it would happen eventually," he said.

 

"What, us?"

 

"Yeah. I think everyone knew," he laughed. "But I do have a question for you, since I was a bit drunk."

 

"Which is?" I asked.

 

"Was it good?"

 

"I don't really have much to compare it to, but yeah. It was pretty good."

 

"Well, then," he said, scooting closer to me and tracing his fingers along my collarbone. "What do you say? Again?"

 

 

There are 7 or 8 chapters of this story in total.

EDIT: There are 7.

Don't You Shiver

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Guy was ready for sound check. He had been ready for half an hour. So had everyone else for that matter. Well everyone besides Chris, who was the cause of the delay.

 

But Guy hardly minded his absence. Every time he saw Chris he would see those sad blue eyes, no longer twinkling as they used to so many years ago. It made his heart ache to see him like that.

 

He had thought the pain would dissipate over time, or at least get easier to bear, but it hadn’t in the slightest. Every day was as bad as the last, if not worse. But this, he supposed, would be nothing like the painful ridicule he would have to bear were he to return that blue-eyed stare back to its former glory.

 

Yes, he knew exactly how to fix Chris’s wounded emotional state. The solution was oh so simple. But the consequences would be horrific. Or at least that’s what he had been assuming all this time.

 

Fear overshadowed him and kept him from thinking of the much more positive and quite honestly, highly probable alternative. He resurfaced from the fog of his thoughts to Chris’s exclamations of apology.

 

“Sorry, so sorry! I didn’t mean to be so late, I overslept! Sorry!”

 

Guy rolled his eyes. Chris seemed to think that he owed everyone perfection. He turned his glance down towards his sneakers, remembering a time when Chris hadn’t been this way at all. At one point he had been confidant, sure, and very bold. All qualities that Guy had been immediately attracted to when Jonny first introduced Chris to him back in college.

 

He quickly reached for his beer. No, he wouldn’t think of that. He couldn’t do it, it hurt too much. “You ready?” It took a moment for Guy to realize that Will was talking to him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, quickly standing and shifting his guitar strap to the proper position.

 

They played through their whole set, twice. Everyone was a bit nervous; this was the first show of the tour. Chris especially was very tense, and he shifted about back and forth in front of the microphone, clearing his throat after every song. Jonny and Will looked at each other, sensing Chris’s uneasiness. Jonny mouthed something to Will, and Will nodded.

 

“Chris, I think that’s enough. It sounds great,” he said in a tone that was meant to be reassuring. “Why don’t we wrap things up today with a quick little jam session? Chris, you can choose the song. Anything you want.”

 

Chris knew he shouldn’t say it, but he just had to. He had to make sure Guy knew that at every moment Chris was still thinking of him, still hurting because of him. He gave Guy a hard stare. “I want to play Shiver.”

 

Guy could feel Chris’s eyes upon him, critical, cruel, and so very hurt.

 

“This again?” Will questioned.

 

“Yes,” Chris replied stubbornly.

 

“Guy, is it alright if we play it, just for sound check?” Will raised one eyebrow speculatively. “If you’re over whatever ordeal you were going through earlier?”

 

Guy shrugged and bowed his head, relenting. He wanted to make a scene, but he knew that if he continued to behave in this fashion he’d start raising questions. The last thing he wanted was to be treated like a suspect being interrogated; a blinding spotlight in his eyes with all focus on him. So he simply stared at his bass, fingers positioned to play.

 

Will started up a beat, and Jonny and Chris struck out the first chords. Already it hurt. As Guy’s fingers moved about the strings on his bass, the motions memorized from long ago, he could practically feel his chest aching.

 

He moved in a graceful rhythm, trying to meld with the music. Maybe then he would be able to handle it. But as soon as Chris’s voice hit the first notes Guy could feel himself falling apart inside.

 

So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention-do you?

 

Chris paused for a brief moment then looked straight at Guy as he sung “do you?” as loud and clear as he could manage.

 

You know how much I need you, but you never even see me-do you?

 

Again Guy could feel Chris’s piercing glare on him. His internal structure collapsed. The rest of the band, as well as a few remaining from the sound crew who were ambling about, exchanged astonished looks as they heard the loud clambering of the bass instrument hitting the ground. They followed Guy with their eyes as he stole away as fast as he could without breaking into a sprint.

 

“What the hell?” Will turned to give Chris a solid stare. “Do you know anything about this Chris?”

 

Chris examined his feet before reluctantly giving an answer. “I might…..but I don’t see how that is your business.”

 

“Chris, be reasonable. Will is only trying to understand,” Jonny replied evenly.

 

Exasperated, Chris retorted “Well I would tell you but it is not up to me! I would tell you in a heartbeat, but Guy does not wish for anybody to know. If you want your answers you must speak with him.”

 

Will nodded and stood. Jonny watched him leave the stage and did not have to ask where he was going. Chris watched him go and then sat down on the stage, wrapping his arms around his legs. Jonny had never seen Chris’s face look so solemn, and he wondered just what it was that could be affecting him so terribly.

 

 

Here comes, another crappy Coldplay Chibi Comic...

If you have no idea what Death Note is.. go check out the main concept or don´t even bother.

 

Death and all of his notes.

 

 

 

 

-_- Yeah, i know, its stupid.

Long story of why so.

HEATHCLIFF

CHAPTER I

 

 

 

 

I think the worst part about it was that they kept their relationship a secret. All those years, Will and I had suspected that there may have been something more than friendship growing between Chris and Jonny. Will would occasionally point it out to me, and although I admitted it looked that way, I never wanted to believe that there was a chance of them being together. The thought didn’t quite disgust me, but it was rather unsettling.

 

However, as the years went by and nothing seemed to happen, the idea faded from our thoughts and rarely ever crossed our minds. Occasionally, during a show, I would look up to see Chris practically making out with him in the middle of a song. But I just rolled my eyes and immediately wrote it off as a show for the fans. Besides, Chris got unnecessarily physical with us all the time. It was just something he did, and I was used to it.

 

One night in early December, before rehearsal, I walked past the first floor bathroom of the Beehive and froze. I slowly retraced a few of my steps, and looked in. It turns out that the image of Chris and Jonny kissing each other hadn’t been an unfortunate hallucination. It was really happening. I felt as if I had been doused in a bucket of ice water. I clamped a gloved hand over my mouth and threw myself silently into the other room.

 

My first thoughts were focused on denying what I’d just seen. They couldn’t have been kissing. That’s ridiculous. They’re just friends. But you and Will always said they looked like a couple…

 

That’s when I realized that our old suspicions had been true. Horrified, shocked, and deeply in denial, I opened the front door once more and closed it loudly. “Chris?” I called, my voice a little strained. “You here?”

 

“Oh…yeah, Guy…I’ll be right there. I was just changing the toilet paper in here.”

 

“We were just talking about you,” added Jonny. I frowned in confusion. So they weren’t afraid of admitting they had been together in the bathroom. I had expected Chris to lie and ask me to go off into the other room while Jonny could escape unnoticed. Damn it, they were smart. And they were willing to lie blatantly.

 

As I said, the worst part about it was that they tried to keep their relationship a secret. During that rehearsal, I plastered a traditional ‘I’d-rather-be-at-the-pub-drinking’ face on and tried to ignore my racing heartbeat. The denial was starting to wear off, but not the shock. How had this happened? Since when? Are they really hooking up, or have I gone completely insane?

 

Will seemed to notice that something was going on. Maybe it was the way I was holding my bass; like a lobster crushing some bloke’s finger. “Guy?” he asked nonchalantly, nudging me in the ribs. I twitched, and dragged my gaze away from Chris’s feet.

 

“What?” I snapped.

 

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” he hissed back.

 

“Nothing,” I growled. “I’m tired.”

 

Will took care to step on my foot as he went back to the drums. I glared at him for a moment before retreating back into my thoughts. At the end of the session, Jonny walked up to me. I stared at him, my eyes widening. For a moment, I was afraid. What was I supposed to say to him? And then, an even more terrifying prospect made itself known. How could I ever look at them the same way again?

 

“Guy, what’s wrong? You look like you’re sucking on a lemon.”

 

Will made a noise of agreement, but I ignored him. “Nothing, Jon, nothing. I’m just tired.”

 

“Oh?” he said, unconvinced. I looked down, shrugging. “Okay, fine. See you later.” I nodded noncommittally and didn’t look behind as he left. Chris followed soon after, and then I was alone with Will.

 

“Will!” I hissed, grabbing him by the sweater. He looked like he wanted to slap me.

 

“What?” he muttered. Apparently, he hadn’t forgiven me for being rude.

 

“They,” I gestured to the empty doorway, “were kissing.”

 

He frowned and looked up at me. “Who?”

 

“Chris…and Jon. Kissing,” I choked out.

 

“Don’t be stupid, you were probably drunk.”

 

Angrily, I breathed in his face. He winced and pushed me away, but I stood my ground. “Do you smell any alcohol?” I demanded. He gave me an odd look and shook his head. “I wasn’t drinking, Will.”

 

Slowly, he rubbed his chin and stared off into space. “Okay. So…if they really did…how do you know they’re...together? Is that what you’re afraid of?”

 

I scoffed. “They were snogging. Snogging…” I whispered. My stomach flipped, and I felt just a little sick at the thought of them sharing bodily fluids. Will, sinking onto a chair, finally seemed to believe me. He stared at his hands and scratched at his fingernails. I paced the floor in front of him, my eyes closed.

 

After that day, when my shock eventually wore off, all that was left was anger. I got into fights with Jonny, beat Chris down, and dragged them both through the mud. But I never told them why I was angry. I admit; I was cold. But they had betrayed me. They had betrayed my trust and my friendship, which is why I couldn’t stand the sight of them together. I could barely stand looking at them apart. Will mostly sided with Chris and Jon; he seemed to know how to handle things.

 

He also seemed to be okay with the fact that our two best friends had left us fumbling around in the darkness.

 

 

 

Don't You Shiver

Chapter 3

 

 

 

Guy wasn’t hard to find. Will knew where he would be. He knocked on the dressing room door but did not wait for a reply before entering. Guy was sitting on a collapsible table at the far end of the room, holding his camera in his hands as many would hold an infant.

 

“What are you doing in here?”

 

“Just taking a few photos….the light is interesting here.” Guy tried to keep his voice level but Will was not fooled.

 

“Cut the crap Guy. I want to know what’s been bugging you these past few days.” Guy just stared at the wall. “Look man, I can see that you’re upset. I really think that it would be best if you talked about it.” Guy followed a small crack in the wall with his eyes.

 

“Guy.” Will was really serious now. “Does this have anything to do with Chris?” Guy was surprised to find that the crack was longer than he thought; it went all the way to the ceiling. Will let out a frustrated sigh.

 

“Alright fine. Be this way if you choose. But just remember you are hurting more than yourself. We will all suffer if you cannot pull yourself together.” He turned to walk away. Suddenly he felt a pull on his sleeve. He turned to see the saddest face he had ever seen. Guy’s expression was a pitiful mix of pain, devastation, and vulnerability than Will had never seen in him before.

 

“What’s wr-“ Will was interrupted by Guy’s stricken tone of voice. “It does. It does have something to do with Chris.” Will stood sat next to Guy and patiently waited for him to get his bearings.

 

“It has…..everything to do with him.” Will waited for him to continue, but he simply returned to staring at the wall.

 

“Guy, you need to tell me what is going on. I cannot sit here and pull suppositions out of the air.” Guy still said nothing. “I want to help you Guy, I really do. But you are acting ridiculously.” Will got up to leave again, but Guy stopped him.

 

“What is with you?”

 

“Please……just stay here.” His eyes were filed with such desperation that Will couldn’t have left if he wanted to. So he sat there and shared in the silence.

 

A while later, though neither of them knew how much time had passed, Guy spoke.

 

“Will, I am very sorry. I am sorry to you, and to Jonny, and to everyone else for the way I have been behaving lately. But none of that compares to the apologies I owe to Chris.”

 

“What is this about?” Guy stared at the ground and nervously swung his legs back and forth. “It is….hard to explain. I do not know if I can."

 

Will gave him a quizzical look. “Err what I mean is that I do not know if I have the…..courage.” He swallowed anxiously. Will laid a hand on Guy’s shoulder. Softly he replied, “Guy you can tell me anything. Anything at all. I am your friend. I won’t judge you, I won’t hurt you, and I certainly won’t hate you. You know that don’t you?” Guy still looked apprehensive; even fearful.

 

“Listen to me Guy. You can trust me; there is nothing to fear. If it makes you feel any better at all, I promise you that all you say will be confidential. I will never tell a soul.” Will thought he saw Guy smile a little.

 

He sighed and sat up a little straighter. “Okay,” he replied quietly. “I will tell you.” He turned suddenly and grabbed Will’s shoulder, and Will saw that there was indeed real fear in his eyes. “But you must promise me, promise me, that you will not tell anyone. Not anyone!”

 

“Settle down,” Will said calmly, giving a small smile. “I have already promised you that.”

 

“That is true, I’m sorry.” This time Will knew what he saw on Guy’s face was a smile.

 

“Forgive me Will. But you must understand, I had made a vow to myself long ago that I would never tell this to anyone.” Will simply nodded. “And until recently, I thought I could keep that vow. But lately I am realizing that…..I cannot keep these things inside. So hear me out, please. But I warn you, this is a lengthy tale to tell.”

 

“I don’t mind.” Guy smiled again, looking reassured. “Thank you.”

 

 

Here comes, another crappy Coldplay Chibi Comic...

If you have no idea what Death Note is.. go check out the main concept or don´t even bother.

 

Death and all of his notes.

 

 

 

 

-_- Yeah, i know, its stupid.

Long story of why so.

 

:laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

Don't You Shiver

Chapter 4

 

 

 

Guy took a deep breath and began to tell Will the long story that resulted in his and Chris's misery.

 

"Chris and I...we first met back in college when Jonny introduced us."

 

"Yes I know that much."

 

"Sorry. But it's relevant."

 

Will closed his mouth quickly. He didn't want to discourage Guy from speaking.

 

"So..." He cleared his throat nervously. "When we first met we were....instantly..." His eyes darted around the room as if he believed someone was hiding in the shadows, listening in. "...attracted to each other." He said this in a tone that was hardly even audible enough to be called a whisper.

 

Will was quite a bit surprised to hear this, but he kept a straight face. Guy looked at Will for along moment, clearly expecting some sort of dramatic reaction. He visibly relaxed when he didn't get one, and continued on with more confidence.

 

"As soon as we could manage, we began hooking up. It was Chris who made the first move. The night after we met, he knocked on the door of my dorm. He told me, quite bluntly, that he was attracted to me. And he wanted to know if I felt the same way. I told him that I did, but that I didn't want to act on those feelings." Guy smiled, reminiscing.

 

"But that didn't stop Chris. He asked to hang out, just as friends. I agreed; I must admit I was fully taken in by his charm. I ordered pizza and we watched a bunch of old movies." For a moment Guy was surprised that he could remember all of this with such detail. But upon second thought he knew that it was no real surprise, as he spent the majority of his hours thinking about Chris and the life they once shared; replaying every moment.

 

"And then, after about the fifth movie, I must've started to drift off because I awoke to Chris kissing my head, which was resting on his shoulder. I think my face was completely shocked. Chris told me later that I had looked like a deer in headlights." Guy chuckled at this little memory.

 

"I sat up and looked at him, fully intending to put him in his place. Somehow I ended up kissing him back instead. On the lips though. And well....things progressed from there." He blushed and fidgeted with his camera. Will nodded his understanding. He actually felt like smiling; he thought Guy and Chris together was actually quite sweet.

 

Guy coughed nervously, trying to hide his face. "After....that night, we agreed to start dating-but I had one condition. I told Chris I wanted absolute secrecy; I didn't want anyone to know about us. He promised he wouldn't tell a soul, even though I could see it hurt him that I felt the need to hide. But that's the kind of person Chris is; willing to do anything for those he cares about. I think it was mainly for this reason that I grew....to love him."

 

Guy's expression turned to one of regret. "I never told him though. I can hardly believe I am telling you. But he told me. Less than a month after that first night, he told me he loved me. I wanted to say the same, but...I just couldn't make myself do it. I was afraid Will. Afraid of being stuck in a commitment like...that."

 

" 'That?' "

 

"Yeah....you know...with a guy and a guy..." Guy sighed in frustration. "It was such an odd concept to me! I had never had those kind of feelings for a guy before. I didn't know how to handle it. Which is probably why after six months I broke it off." Guy mumbled the last part; he sounded ashamed. Now Will was visibly surprised.

 

"I see." He wanted to say more, but he was trying to watch his words. There would be plenty of time for him to play counselor after Guy was done getting everything off his chest.

 

"It was very difficult for Chris. He took it...very hard. But he didn't question me. He didn't get mad at me and start yelling, he didn't vow not to speak to me ever again. What he did was much worse. He...he blamed...himself. Completely. He told me he was sorry that he could not satisfy me properly. And he told me..." Guy nearly choked on his words. "He told me that he hoped I would find someone who could make me happy. I had to make him understand. I couldn't let him put this on himself. So I told him the truth. I had too."

 

"And the truth is?"

 

"The truth is that I was scared. Scared of people...and what they would think, if they ever found out about...." Guy broke off. He felt sudden tears in his eyes, but he fought them back.

 

"And Chris....he was, at this point, quite visibly upset. He tried to tell me that there was nothing to fear; we could make it through together, but I wouldn't listen. I just wouldn't listen. I was too afraid. I am too afraid. Even now Will, I'm terrified."

 

He couldn't hold back the tears any more, and before he knew it he was crying into Will's shoulder. Will sat there and let him. Guy cried until he could not cry any longer if he had wanted to.

 

 

 

I'm sorry for all of the drama:rolleyes:

 

 

 

♪Another, Crappy Chibi Comic!♫

 

This is the last one, i´m not up for drawing anymore.

Especially in MS paint :tongue: Its fucking hard.

 

Will´s Birthday Party

 

 

 

 

 

 

That´s it. Finale. Adios.

HEATHCLIFF

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Despite Will’s calmness and kindness, I noticed the occasional look he would give C and J. If they were particularly cheerful (which rarely happened when I was in the room), he would clench his teeth and stare. Just stare.

 

After a few weeks of taking shit from me, Jonny began to fight back. At first he’d just been confused and saddened. He assumed that my sudden change had been caused by something that had happened in my life. But eventually, he began to realize that I was only pissed at him and Chris, not Will.

 

So Jonny started retaliating. At first, I was shocked. I’d never gotten him to such a point before. Normally, if I happened to be angry at him, he just let me go at him until I wore myself out. Everything would just roll off his shoulders and he took nothing to heart. But this time was different. I figured that even he had a breaking point.

 

One day, we were nose to nose, shouting and spitting with fury. Chris, to whom our argument was directed, had moved off to the side. He had cringed when Will first took him by the arm, but now he was practically hiding behind the drummer.

 

“Don’t talk to him like that; he’s not your punching bag!” Jonny hissed.

 

“What are you, his mother? Back the fuck off!” I growled, tightening my fingers around the neck of my bass. “This has nothing to do with you!” Even as I yelled, I was beginning to regret this. I’d fallen so deep into the hole that I couldn’t see daylight anymore.

 

“You little bastard,” growled Jonny. “Why are you like this? What the fuck is it gonna do for you?”

 

“Shut up. You don’t know anything, Jon, anything!”

 

“What’s there to know?”

“Fuck you!”

 

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you rather have someone fuck you?”

 

Deeply cut by his comment, I lost it for one moment and shoved him in the chest. My bass, however, hindered the action, and there was barely any weight behind it. Jonny seemed completely unfazed. “Hey!” Will cried. “Stop!”

 

“Jonny...” Chris chimed in. But Jonny wasn’t listening. He lunged forward, looking as if he were about to retaliate for the shove. Terrified of getting my nose bashed in, I cringed and stepped away, the back of my legs hitting the coffee table. Then Jonny stopped and straightened out, looking smug. He hadn’t even come close to doing anything. I stared at the floor, my shoulders hunched, deeply shaken. Half of me began to wish that he had hit me. At least it would’ve made me feel better about myself. “Jonny, let’s go,” murmured Chris, jumping up to grab his friend by the arm. Jonny looked at him apologetically, but eyed me with contempt. I heard Will stand up and walk in between us.

 

“Go,” he said to Jonny.

 

As I risked a glance at the taller man, I could see that the contempt in his eyes was fading fast; he was too good a person to be controlled by such a base emotion. He looked at me quickly with regret, but turned away to leave with Chris. I stared after him, sickened by what I’d let myself do to them. Will was right; Chris didn’t deserve it. He was thoughtless sometimes, and I’d come to expect that from him. He probably hadn’t anticipated the effect their relationship would eventually have. Jonny, however, should have known better. At the seat of my anger was disappointment. What reason could he possibly have for keeping all of this a secret? Surely he realized exactly what he was doing, unlike Chris.

 

That afternoon, I realized that I reminded myself of Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. What did he want? Revenge. What did he get? Revenge. What did it bring him? Nothing but despair and hatred for the rest of his life.

 

That night, I gave up. I didn’t want to end up like Heathcliff. Trembling with anticipation, I dialed Chris’s number and waited. “Hello?” was the tentative answer. “Guy?”

 

“We know about you and Jonny,” I told him.

 

His end of the line went silent for a minute. “That’s why you’ve been so upset,” he whispered. “Oh my god, Guy...”

 

“Just wanted you to know," I added. "Tell your boyfriend as well.”

 

 

Read My Mind

 

 

A one-shot inspired by Katie's and Dianna's inspirational the Killers song :awesome: It didn't end up like I thought it would, but isn't that almost always the case? Anyway, here it is. It's for Katie & Dianna. And Brooke, 'cause she's such a Buckin shipper :heart:

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

We sat together at a booth eating ice-cream. We were quiet for once. Well, that isn’t really true. I was quiet for once. Jonny is always quiet anyway. Not a bad kind of quiet. A safe kind of quiet in which he’s always taking in everything you say. Like everything I say matters. It has always been as if he doesn’t care about if it is some silly new lyrics that we two both know is going to be rejected by Will but still had gotten me really excited or if I in some, rare, drunken moment of weakness, let him know that I sometimes feel really low because, despite being loved by so many, I constantly feel alone. Not when he’s around, I guess. But I couldn’t tell him that. He always listens, turning over all the things you say in that beautiful mind of his before opening his lovely mouth and solving all your troubles with a few soft spoken words. Jonny is my rock, someone I can hold onto so that I don’t fly away. I remember carefully trying to not to make him notice me staring at his green, green eyes. I swirled my spoon in my melting ice-cream. My heart soared as he asked me if I was alright. I quietly realized he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

 

Jonny’s POV

Chris was unusually quiet that day. I didn’t mind. I like the silence. You can hear your thoughts much better when it’s quiet. Not that I don’t love to hear Chris speak, of course. His voice is the most beautiful sound in the world. His controlled silence and flickering gaze confused me. “Are you alright?” I asked him. He looked up from his chocolate ice-cream, which he hadn’t really eaten more than a few spoonfuls of, with his sapphire eyes sparkling and nodded. “Of course I am.”

 

I didn’t really believe him, but I let him be. I knew he would tell me when he was ready. He always does. I remember all those countless times when I’ve seen him go into his own little world, disappearing from us for a few days. After days of brooding he always comes round my house – looking miserable and asking for a cuppa.

So many wonderful days of sitting in my kitchen and sipping too sugary tea. I always let him make the tea. It keeps his buzzing energy something to do for a bit. Keeps him occupied.

I almost sighed to myself as I looked over at him. My best friend. I silently vowed to never let anything happen to him.

 

Chris’ POV

Of course I was alright. I am always alright with him. He shines brighter than any kind of darkness the world can ever throw at me. There were a lot of realizations that day, I guess. As I sat there with my melting chocolate concoction, something settled deep within me. All the pieces fell in place and all was right in the world.

I looked up at him and I think I smiled. Jonny always tells me I smiled.

 

“Jonny?”

 

Jonny’s POV

We sat quiet for a while longer, I could almost see the cogwheels turn in Chris’ mind. He gives himself too little credit. He’s the wisest man I know. Then suddenly he stopped swirling his spoon and looked up at me with a smile. The brightest smile I had ever seen.

 

“Jonny?”

 

And then he told me.

 

 

Don't You Shiver

Chapter 5

 

 

 

When Guy had finally calmed down a bit, Will determined that it was the correct time to speak. He spoke softly, reassuringly at first. He didn't want to sound critical.

 

"It's going to be okay Guy."

 

"No it isn't," retorted Guy miserably.

 

"You can work this out you know." Guy just stared off into space, his eyes hazy with emotional exhaustion. Will let him be and returned to sitting in silence until Guy cleared throat.

 

"Umm, there is a bit more to this story. Sorry I got carried away before. I had buried those memories so long ago.....I didn't realize it would hurt so much to uncover them. I mean, I have recalled them before, but not in real perspective; just more as an onlooker really."

 

"I alright, I understand. If you want to tell me the rest, I'd be more than willing to listen."

 

Guy tried to smile, but he no longer had the energy. Instead he just continued where he had left off. "Chris was very gentlemanly about the entire breakup. But he was, and is, a naturally diligent person. He gives me constant, fervent reminders, though they are subtle, that he will be ready and waiting when I decide to put my fears behind me. He gives me his best efforts."

 

"How do you mean?" Will wondered.

 

"Shiver.....he wrote that about me, for me. I'm not being conceited, he told me so. He poured out his heart and soul in that song. When he told me about it, the first night he showed it to us, he took me aside later on. And he told me that he had spent three weeks working on it, and that it was made especially for me."

 

He swallowed hard, and fought off more tears that he didn't even know he had in him. "And so....every chance he gets, he reminds me. He reminds me that he would protect me from my fears, if only I would let him."

 

"That sounds like an excellent idea."

 

Guy's expression was one of torture. "No, you don't understand. Chris thinks he can protect me from this, but there is nothing he can do."

 

"But Guy-"

 

"The ridicule Will, the ridicule! Do you know what that would be like? What I would have to deal with? And not just me either; the entire band would have to bear the brunt of it. Especially Chris," he added quietly. "This is just not something I can deal with right now."

 

"I think you are overreacting to this. People aren't going to care who you choose to be in a relationship with. And if they do, so what? I certainly won't mind having to deal with a little extra ridicule for the sake of my best friend's happiness. I know that Jonny won't mind either. And certainly Chris isn't worried about that."

 

"That's because he doesn't understand!" Guy responded with exasperation. He frowned and shook his head. "And I don't think that you do either." He stood up and headed for the door. He paused for a moment, then turned round to face Will again.

 

"Listen Will," he said, his expression softening. "Thank you for this. I really appreciate you letting me throw all my shit on you for a bit. I feel better now that I've told someone. But I've come to accept the fact that Chris and I....we were never meant to be." His dark eyes were clouded with scores of emotions. "And I can live with that. I will be content with it. I have to be, because this is the way things must be." With that he turned sharply on his heels and left the small room.

 

Will let out a frustrated sigh. Guy could be stubborn as a mule and single-minded when he chose to be.

 

 

Bury My Lovely

Chapter 5

 

 

 

Will rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slowly made his way down the majestic staircase, stumbling into the kitchen. He heard a groan from the library.

 

He knitted his brows together and went to peek in through the door.

 

Guy laid, arm over his eyes, on the red velvet couch.

 

Will suppressed a laughter. “Oh, really, Guy. You didn’t even have that much. Quit being so damn dramatic and come help me make breakfast.”

 

Guy gave Will the two fingered salute but got off the couch anyway.

 

“Fine.” He grumbled. “Where are the other two, then?”

 

“Dunno, probably asleep.”

 

“That’s it, if I’m getting up, they’re getting up.”

 

Guy tiredly stomped up the winding stair.

 

Will stood, barefoot, eyeing the contents of their now well-stocked refrigerator. He scratched the back of his head and reached out for the milk carton, when he heard Guy come storming down the stairs again.

 

“The hell, man, calm do-“ Will raised his voice.

 

“It’s happened!” Guy said smugly as he ran into the kitchen, his eyes shining with excitement.

 

“What has happened?”

 

Guy squealed and clapped his hands.

“Come on, you have to see for yourself!”

 

He pulled a bewildered Will up to the bedrooms and stopped in front of Jonny’s door.

 

“Look…” He whispered putting a finger against his mouth in a silencing manner and quietly pushed the door open.

 

Will bit his lip not to laugh.

 

There, under the thick comforter, lay Chris and Jonny. They had their arms tightly wound around each-other and Chris’ head was nestled in the crook of Jonny’s neck.

 

“Finally!” He excitedly whispered to Guy.

 

Guy nodded vigorously and dragged Will out into the hallway again.

 

“We should totally mess with their heads.” Guy said, rubbing his hands together.

 

“Aw, come on, Guy…” Will weakly protested and glanced over at the door. “Ok, fine, I’m in. What do you propose we do?”

 

Guy also glanced over at the door and motioned Will to follow him down the stair, into the living room.

 

“Ok. So I was thinking…I’m going to start making moves on Chris.” Guy said, plopping down in a posh chair.

 

“What?” Will laughed.

 

“Don’t you think I can do it?”

 

“Of course you could, but Chris won’t fall for it. You’re a bassist, not an actor.”

 

“All I need is my good looks and natural charm, Will m’boy.”

 

“Well, however you do, I’m sure I’ll have fun watching you make a fool out of yourself.”

 

“Shut up, I’m hungry.”

 

Guy stuck his tongue out at Will. Suddenly his eyes focused on something behind his friend.

 

“Oh, shit!” He swore loudly and ran into the play room, Will close on his heels.

There, in the middle of the room, lay the broken remains of a giant, antique, dollhouse.

He looked over at Will.

 

“This must’ve cost a fortune…” He moaned. “How the hell are we going to pay for this?” He kneeled next to the house.

 

Will just stared solemnly at the pieces of wood and smashed mini furniture.

 

“Guy…” He began.

 

“Yeah?” He answered distractedly as he pointlessly tried to piece the dollhouse back together.

 

“How did that end up in the middle of the room?”

 

Guy looked up at him, a miniature sofa in his hand.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“It was up on that table yesterday.” He pointed to a table by the window. There was clearly a dustless square on the dark mahogany.

 

Guy paled and stood up.

“Man, that’s weird.”

 

Will nodded.

“I don’t think we should tell the others.”

 

Guy shook his head. “Couldn’t we just lock the door and get out of here?”

 

Will nodded again. “I couldn’t agree more.” He felt chills down his spine and quickly went and fetched the keys by the door.

 

Guy locked the door, checking it twice, and returned the keys to their nail by the front door.

“I need a drink.” He breathed.

 

“Guy it’s only 9 am – Oh, ok, what the hell.” Will changed his mind in the middle of the sentence and got out a bottle of scotch from behind the fridge.

 

“The hell?” Guy laughed.

 

“I hid it from you.”

 

Guy just rolled his eyes and wiped off the table before putting down two tumblers. Will quickly poured them each a hefty drink, which they downed without any second thoughts.

 

“More.” Guy demanded pushing his glass forward. Will did as he was told.

 

-*-

 

Jonny woke up and felt a pressure over his heart. He immediately panicked and sat up.

 

“What’s wrong?” A tired, gravelly voice said next to him.

 

Everything came back to Jonny and he couldn’t help but to smile.

“Nothing, Chris.” He lay back down and Chris lay down on his chest once more. Jonny peered down at the curly mop of hair. Chris’ body under the comforter was spread out in a strange angle.

 

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Jonny asked, suppressing a yawn.

 

“No.” Chris sighed contentedly against Jonny’s chest. “This way I can hear your heart beating.”

 

Jonny’s heart swelled with affection. “You big softie.” He said.

 

Chris shrugged.

“I just can’t believe that I can finally do this.” He turned around and looked at Jonny. “Or this.” He kissed him full on the lips. He pulled away with a dazed smile.

 

“Incredible.” He said.

 

Jonny couldn’t do anything more than nod, his eyes shining.

Chris smiled and yawned.

 

“Wonder if we should get down and eat breakfast or something?”

 

Jonny nodded and Chris got up from the bed with a kiss to Jonny’s forehead.

Jonny stole a few glances at Chris as he was getting dressed.

 

“Jonny? Are you checking me out?” Chris said teasingly, grinning broadly.

 

Jonny defiantly met his gaze.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

 

“Oh.” His cheeks turned crimson and he smiled. “Good.”

 

Jonny quickly got dressed and watched as Chris struggled to slide under the bed to find his other sock. Chris babbling away about nonsense.

 

“Chris?”

 

Chris stopped talking and looked up from under the bed, a dust bunny in his hair.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I love you.”

 

Chris smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling.

“I love you too, Jonny boy.”

 

 

whoops, i posted that in here by accident.......:uhoh:

Sorry folk:lol::lol::lol:

I'll try to write something quickly now so I wouldn't have wasted a post...

wrong thread again:facepalm::facepalm::facepalm:

I am soooo sorry people, I don't know why I keep on doing that:shame:

Ok, so I decided to answer my own challenge from the fanfic group :P It's a little :cheesy:, but I don't care :P

 

 

 

It's dedicated to Hahna, 'cause it's her birthday today! :heart:

Happy Birthday, sweetie! :hug:

 

 

 

Decade

 

 

”It’s time.” Guy said, looking at his watch.

 

Will looked up from his book.

“He’s gonna find out sooner or later, you know.”

 

“I don’t fucking care.” He answered ferociously and sat down in front of his laptop, tapping away.

 

2 months earlier

 

“So… We have four Viva-jackets, the globe, bunch of guitars, the autoharp…” Chris said ticking the things off of a long list. “Anyone want to add anything?”

 

The rest of the band looked at each other and shrugged.

 

“I still think lot 42 should be a date with me.” Guy offered.

 

“Get real, Guy.” Jonny said with a smirk and Will laughed.

 

“Actually, I have something to add myself.” Chris said, ignoring their banter.

 

He handed the list to Will. “Guard this with your life.” Chris was very particular with his lists.

 

They all watched as Chris disappeared into the other room, a muffled sound was heard, and soon a big instrument was being pushed through the doorway.

 

Guy’s blood ran cold.

It was the Fender Rhodes piano.

 

“Wow, that dusty old thing.” Jonny said. “Good riddance, I say.”

 

Will nodded. “It’s not like you play it or anything.”

 

Guy tried to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach.

 

“Guy? Are you alright? You look a little pale.” Chris said, frowning.

 

“Yes, yes… I’m fine. Uhm… I’m just gonna go and have a smoke.”

 

 

“Come on, Guy! You can’t keep bidding on it, look at the price! It’s even higher than the globe.”

 

Guy set his jaw. “I’m going to have it, one way or another. I’m not letting it get away.”

 

“Do you even have this much money?”

 

Guy shook his head and moaned as the other bidder increased their max bid with another £1000.

 

“Give up, Guy.” Will laid his warm hand on Guy’s shoulder. “It’s gone.”

 

“No, it’s not.” He increased his max bid once more and nervously bit on his nails as the seconds ticked down. He refreshed the page. “Thank heavens for f5” He distractedly thought.

 

“NO!” He yelled, rushing up from his chair. “No, no, no, no.” His competition had once again overbid him.

 

He desperately tried to increase his own bid, but to no avail.

 

The harsh red words of ‘unfortunately you didn’t win this auction’ glared at him from the screen.

 

He sat down again, defeated, and buried his face in his hands.

 

Will frowned. “Wow, I didn’t know it meant that much to you… I’m so sorry, man.”

 

“I should’ve just told him that I wanted it.” He sniffed. “I mean, it’s more than an instrument. It’s how we started, you know. I would never have talked to Chris without it. It’s the start of our friendship. I can’t believe it didn’t mean more to him.” He dried his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t function too well under pressure.”

 

“I know, mate.”

 

Guy nodded and sighed.

 

“Why don’t you go for a walk or something? To clear your head a bit?”

 

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

 

Guy stretched and went to the front door to get dressed. He glanced at a picture of the four of them that hung by the door. He smiled a little.

 

“Are you staying?” He asked, hand on the door handle.

 

“Yep. For a while.”

 

Guy nodded and went out the door, locked it and pulled down his hat over his ears.

 

His mood made London seem greyer than it had ever been and he just really felt like jumping from the Tower Bridge or something. “Yeah, ‘cause that’ll make me happier.” He sighed and walked on, head bowed down against the snow.

 

He was soon chilled into the bone.

 

“Why didn’t I wear my bleeding winter coat?” He muttered and turned around to go back home.

The door was ajar.

 

“What the hell?”

 

He pushed the door open and peered into the pitch black living room.

 

“Will?”

 

“SURPRISE!!” The lights went on and his three band members jumped out from various hiding places around the room. Well, Chris didn’t exactly jump out, his foot got caught in the huge amount of cords Guy had behind his couch, so it was more of a ‘falling out’.

 

“Surprise…” He finished weakly on the floor.

 

Guy’s eyes, however, wasn’t focused on the floor. They were fixed on the Fender Rhodes piano that now stood in the middle of the room.

 

“…What..” He finally got out.

 

“I bid against you!” Chris happily declared, pulling himself up from the floor. “We all understood something was up the day we did the inventory, so… Well, we teamed up and bought it from ourselves!”

 

“Wow…” Guy’s eyes shone. “Thank you so much, guys.”

 

He turned to Chris with tears in his eyes. “Thank you.” He said sincerely, putting more into those two words than a thank you for the piano.

 

“Aw, man, hell… Now you’re making me cry.” Chris’ voice broke and he tightly hugged Guy.

Soon Jonny and Will were pulled into the hug and they stood hugging for a while, all of them crying.

 

“I just… I love you guys.” Jonny said, sniffing.

 

“Yeah, love you.” Chris got out, tightening his embrace on his friends.

 

Will couldn’t speak through his tears so he just nodded.

 

Guy sobbed. “What would I do without all of you? You’re the best friends one could ever have.”

 

Soon they released each-other. They stood in front of the piano - their eyes puffy and red.

 

They took in each-other’s appearances and Guy tried to hold back a laugh. He, however, didn’t succeed in his attempt and soon the others joined in. Through the laughter, Guy got something out that they all agreed on;

 

“Let’s not tell anyone about this.”