Roll Over Beethoven

Chapter 2

 

 

 

It was a typical Friday evening for Jonny. He crept quietly down the corridor, peered in cautiously through a small opening in the door and watched the man who had long ago caught his eye play the piano like a true musician. Jonny could sense that the session was coming to a close, and he prepared himself to leave before being discovered.

 

As he was about to make his escape he noticed the teacher pick up a bright orange flyer from her desk and hand it to Chris. She said some things that he couldn't make out and he nodded. His face was completely expressionless. She pat him on the back and he stood to leave.

 

Jonny knew he should go be he couldn't make his feet move. His eyes were glued to the piano man. Jonny noticed he was tall, like he was. He completely forgot his original intentions and just stared until the man was at the door and opening it.

 

Startled back into reality, Jonny tried to make his getaway but knew it was no use. The man had locked his large and beautifully blue eyes with his own. Jonny swallowed nervously and took a step back. The man grinned widely, clearly amused. "So did you enjoy the show?" he asked with a spark of laughter in his eyes.

 

"Yes....very much," stuttered Jonny in reply.

 

"Good. Because that was the last," he said with a nod of the head and an impassive tone.

 

"Wha-what? Why?" Panic consumed him. He could not lose this man and his music.

 

"My teacher," he nonchalantly replied, gesturing towards the room "thinks I need to move on to bigger and better things. She is crazy. I am just a mediocre pianist, not a professional musician. But she says she won't give me the room anymore. Not unless I enter this."

 

He pulled out the neon flyer from his pants pocket and held it in front of Jonny's face. In bold letters it read Do YOU have what it takes to be the next great pianist? Then sign up for Roll Over Beethoven, a contest where young musicians will battle it out to earn the title of modern Beethoven!

 

"Isn't it ridiculous?" he asked.

 

"No, not at all," replied Jonny with a rush. He was captured by the man's eyes. Courageously he continued on. "I have a confession. I have been coming here to watch and listen to you play for quite a while now." Chris looked completely shocked but didn't say anything. So Jonny kept on going. "I think you are very, very talented. You should enter that contest. I mean, I'm just an observer, but I really think you could win!"

 

The man looked skeptical, but after some consideration his face lit up. "You really think that?"

 

Jonny nodded. "Um...well I guess I should be on my way now." He lowered his head to disguise his reddening cheeks. But this man was observant.

 

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I don't mind knowing that you've been watching me. It's sort of like a compliment if you think about it." He grinned again. Jonny found that more than his music was beguiling. His good-natured attitude was captivating as well, and Jonny couldn't help but smile back.

 

"Hey, why don't I go back to your place with you? Surely you don't have any plans, or you wouldn't be here every week. And I've got nothing to do either."

 

Jonny concluded that luck must have been on his side, and he didn't hesitate to allow the man to follow him back to his room. But he did have one condition. "Okay....you can hang out with me. But you have to tell me your name first. I am Jonny."

 

"Well I'm Chris!" he said gleefully. "Now let's go!"

 

Jonny had to laugh. This man, who he now knew was named Chris, was so bold. Jonny hoped he could be that way someday.

 

* * * * * * * * * * *

 

The two men sat on Jonny's couch. There was a long moment of awkward silence as Chris scanned Jonny's dorm room. His eyes stopped on something hanging from one of the walls. "You have a guitar!?" he exclaimed.

 

"Um...yeah."

 

"So can you play or what!?"

 

"I guess so." He shrugged.

 

"Play something!" he enthused, his eyes shining.

 

"I don't know, I'm really not that good."

 

"Oh no you don't! You've been watching me play for weeks now. Don't you think I deserve to see you play just once?" His mouth transformed into something like a pout and he made a whining noise like a little child. Jonny nearly doubled over with laughter.

 

"Okay, okay! I will play a little something." He took the guitar down from its place on the wall and held it with care. Nervously, he began to move his fingers about the strings, strumming out chords.

 

Jonny knew Chris was watching him intently with those lovely eyes of his, but instead of making him apprehensive it encouraged him. He began to play with more ease, and he could hear the notes stretching themselves out, finding room to breathe and spreading throughout the room. He played for several minutes before finally setting the guitar down.

 

"What song was that?" Chris questioned, looking amazed.

 

"Um...well I just made that up just now."

 

"No way man!" Now Chris was truly astounded. "That's just amazing! You've got talent!"

 

Jonny blushed and lowered his eyes. "Thanks" he whispered. "But I'm really not that great."

 

"Nonsense! Your playing, it's just given me a great idea for a new piano piece." He winked. "You can hear it next week when you drop by. But Jonny, this time you came open the door all of the way, and come on in." He smiled hugely and headed for the door. "I am going to get back, to work on my new tune. I'll see you next week, friend."

 

DISCLAIMER, BRO: This was not written by me! I used to maintain the archive for the first fanfic thread, and the archive would include pre-thread works, including that of Careful Where You Stand and similar era stories. This was found by Twisted mind, whom has found several of these era stories for the archives already. Props to her. I may post it in the archive if I feel like updating it (I might in fact hurry off now to do a bit of work on it, since it's still incomplete from the first thread).

 

 

 

Hello Emma! I don't know if you are still managing the Fanfic List, but I just wanted to say that I found this story:

 

200?-??-?? Honey You, Are a Rock - Unknown Author (PG)

http://community.livejournal.com/col...92.html#cutid1

Jonny/Guy

Finished/Unfinished

Note: Dead link, contains homosexual/slash content

 

 

It's very old, I believe published somehwere during the "Careful where you stand" story-time, anyway, here you go:

 

 

 

Honey you are a rock

 

God, it was cold. Cold, and dark, and god they were lonely.

 

Jonny rubbed the rough stubble on his jaw, before putting his hand over his left eye, just to see if the world was more interesting through the right side.

 

Damn.

 

Sighing wearily and pulling his hands back inside the sleeves of his coat, he looked across at the bundle of shivers nearby and swallowed down the urge to sigh again.

 

“Guy?” He whispered. There was no immediate reaction, but after a few seconds the dark, curly head rose up off the knees of the scratty jeans and he was regarded blearily with a pair of tired, bloodshot, dark brown eyes. When no answer seemed forthcoming, Jonny went on.

 

“How come you’re still awake mate?”

 

Guy, not even managing a sigh, put his head back on his knees, sideways this time. “It’s too cold. I might never wake up again.”

 

Jonny smiled, glad to hear any kind of levity in Guy’s voice, seeing as it had been missing for the last two days. They were in Canada. A long, long way from home. Touring seemed to have become a routine, no-one was enjoying it, and the fact that they were living out of a van wasn’t helping. Guy had developed his first ever case of homesickness, and a bad one at that. None of them had been away from home for so long before, and the tougher aspects of life on the road were beginning to grate.

 

Over the last couple of days, Jonny had noticed Will behaving a bit like a bodyguard around Guy, glaring at interviewers, tour managers, anyone that tried to push them too hard. Will, although maybe not the most outwardly emotional sort, had something of a psychic link with Guy from years of working together as the rhythm section of the band. Jonny smiled slightly to himself as he looked over at the man himself, asleep in the other corner of the floor, and deservedly so. He looked as exhausted as the rest of them.

 

With an audible crack of cold bones, Jonny moved from the position he had been frozen in, crawling the short distance to the very back where Guy sat, eyes now staring vacantly at the floor.

 

Shuffling close, he put an aching arm around the bassist and hugged him to his side, feeling the shivers properly now.

 

“Are you alright mate?” He asked quietly, knowing it was a corny kind of question, but lacking the energy to think up something better.

 

Guy, back to reality, turned his head to look at Jonny, dark eyes clearly showing the answer. But he smiled softly too, almost apologetically. “Not really. Glad I’m not here on my own though.”

 

 

 

 

I also found these which were to be posted from SVA kills cliche, I must have missed this one

 

 

I written some fanfics that could hopefully be posted on your thread? :D

 

http://www.quizilla.com/user/guiltypleasure2045/stuff/

 

That's the link to them

It would be totally awesome if you could post them, but only if you want too :lol:

 

Notes

 

 

 

The paper was only slightly damp. It had soaked up some moisture as it rested against Chris's sweaty palm. This was the last note he had to send.

 

The other notes were all equal in their vagueness and anonymity. They were all careful to never reveal his identity, settling simply on saying things like, “You're very beautiful,” and “Those lovely eyes make me shake.” Chris often worried that they were being too direct- to the point of creepiness, even- and was not comforted by the fact that his name wasn't on them. Because he had in his hand the note that would give away everything and he was just about to deliver it.

 

The reaction the note would receive was completely unpredictable. It could he hated, it could be loved, it could be feared. And Chris would receive the same, for in a way he was the note, and the note was he. His feelings, and all of them, too. It could have been been creepier than the anonymous notes.

 

So he was sweating, filled with anxiety. He didn't want to be creepy, he just wanted his feelings to be known. Maybe he had to be creepy in order to do that.

 

He wasn't sure if he should just leave the note and run. After all, his name was on there clearly, so there was no real need for him to stick around. He slipped the note under the door and turned. He took two seconds to decide to leave, but the door opened behind him before he could even lift his foot.

 

“Oh my God,” a voice said, quite blankly.

 

Chris lifted his arms to his abdomen and tried to shrink into nonexistence. But he spun around slowly to face the open door, visibly shaking along the way.

 

“I didn't think you'd be in,” Chris quietly stuttered.

 

“How did I not recognize your handwriting?”

 

“Because I changed it, a little. So you wouldn't know.”

 

The note was still laying on the floor. Chris fidgeted and bit his lip.

 

“What does this one say?”

 

“It says that I sent you all those notes.”

 

“Does it say anything else?”

 

Chris nervously smiled and looked down the hallway.

 

“Can I go now?”

 

“Chris.” Sternly, Jonny glared at Chris with his penetrating green eyes.

 

“Can I go now?” Chris helplessly repeated.

 

“What else does it say?”

 

“It doesn't say anything.”

 

“Chris!”

 

“It doesn't-”

 

“Chris, I can just pick the damn note up and read it myself, so you may as well just tell me what it says.”

 

Chris paused. Chris thought. Chris drew a few shaky breaths and gathered his bravery.

 

Then, Chris spewed some sounds in the form of, “I love you!” and bolted down the hallway.

 

Jonny watched Chris's lanky figure disappear as he rounded the corner. The note had yet to move. Jonny bent down and picked it up, unfolding it and trying to smooth out the creases. He walked over to his bedside table and set the paper down. Then he picked up his phone and dialed a few numbers.

 

“Hey... Well, it seems you were right.”

 

 

 

 

It was a typical Sunday night. Jonny and Guy were sitting in Jonny's small dorm, studying like always. Guy was growing tired of the books stretched across his lap, even though they'd barely been working for an hour.

 

He drew his eyes away from the text, and had a look around Jonny's room. Something, an open piece of paper laying harmlessly on Jonny's nightstand, caught his attention. It was in no way extraordinary, but Guy was nosy and procrastinating.

 

“What's that?” he asked, pointing to the paper. Jonny checked it out quickly, then told him it was nothing. Guy was not only dissatisfied with that reply, he was also suspicious of it. Without asking, he reached out and snatched the paper.

 

Jonny was only a little peeved that Guy was being so intrusive. He just kept on with his studying. Guy read the paper, and a smile formed on his ruggedly handsome face. “Awww!”

 

Jonny looked up at him and laughed a little. “It is kinda cute, isn't it?”

 

“It's so cute!” Guy earnestly said. “You have no clue who it's from?”

 

“Nope,” Jonny said, pointedly shaking his head. Guy made a thoughtful grunting noise, then read the note again. Then, once he was finished, he read it a third time.

 

“Oh!” Guy proclaimed. “I think I might know who it is! Look at that,” he demanded, pointing to one of the words on the page. Jonny leaned in close to examine it.

 

“What about it?”

 

“Well, there's only one kid I know of who would use the word 'effulgent'... or who would even know what that means.”

 

“Well, all right, then. Who?”

 

Guy paused, probably for dramatic effect. “Chris.”

 

Jonny wasn't sure what to make of this. He ended up laughing and shaking his head. “I don't think you can tell who it is just by that.”

 

“No, listen, I'm serious. Chris uses all sorts of weird words like that, and... you know, I always kinda suspected that he wasn't exactly heterosexual.”

 

Jonny laughed some more. “What would make you think that?”

 

“I don't know,” Guy shrugged, “just that he never has a girlfriend as far as I know, he never even seems to go on any dates with girls, and he's always spilling his emotions all over the place.”

 

“I still don't think-”

 

“You just don't want it to be Chris, because he's not a girl.”

 

“No, it's not that, it's just-”

 

“So, you do want it to be Chris?”

 

“No, I didn't say that!” Jonny was blushing horribly. “I'm just not sure how trustworthy your detective skills are, and I wouldn't want to make an assumption only to have it turn out to be wrong, you know?”

 

“OK,” Guy replied, and dropped the subject, even though he was obviously in disbelief.

 

 

 

 

“No way, seriously?” Guy's voice rang through the phone in response.

 

“Yeah, he just told me...”

 

“Well? What are you gonna do?”

 

“I don't know. What should I do?”

 

“Do you like him?”

 

“He said he loves me.”

 

“Well, that's all fine and dandy, but do you like-”

 

“Guy, he loves me! That's... that's... I don't know. It's not normal or something.”

 

“How is it not normal? People fall in love all the time.”

 

“Yeah, with other people of the opposite sex.”

 

“So, that is your problem, then! You're just uncomfortable with a guy liking you.”

 

“Like and love are two completely different things, Guy.” Jonny's voice was brimmed with anger now. Though even then he knew he shouldn't have, he snapped, “Not like you'd know.” Guy took it a little too close to heart.

 

“Hey, that's not fair. Listen, you called to ask for my advice, but it doesn't seem like you actually want it. So, I'm going now. Bye.” Before Jonny could argue, the other line shut off. Jonny sighed and slammed the phone down on the table. He sat on his bed and read the note.

 

Fifteen minutes later, his eyes were still glued to the page. They were stuck on the line where Chris had shyly written the words I love you. Honestly, he had seen this coming. He knew Guy had been right in his prediction, and he knew that Chris was in love with him, long before he ever even received a note.

 

 

 

 

“NO!!” a voice whined. Jonny heard it as he walked down the sidewalk. It sounded like it was coming from around the side of the building, and for some reason he decided to check it out. There were more whines and shrieks as he drew nearer, and he began to wonder if he should just leave the person, who seemed to be a little psychotic, alone. But he pressed on.

 

Just around the corner, he found a man scrunched up with his head resting on his knees. His hands were covering his eyes, and he sighing exaggeratedly. He must have sensed Jonny's presence, because he stopped and looked up.

 

“Are you OK?” Jonny tentatively asked. The man shook his head, and his curls bounced all over.

 

“Not really.”

 

Jonny hadn't expected such an answer. Usually, if something was wrong, he'd ask if the person was OK, and they would just lie and say yes. But this man was being honest, and it made Jonny a little sad.

 

He sat down beside the man, a caring look on his face. “What's wrong?”

 

“Everything,” the man mumbled. He looked down at the ground briefly, then turned his head. “Jonny, do you-”

 

“How do you know my name?”

 

“-what?”

 

“How do you know my name?” Jonny repeated, worried a little. The man changed his expression. But instead of looking guilty and like he'd just gotten caught, he looked hurt.

 

“I sit next to you in English.” The man's voice cracked, and his eyes started to tear. Jonny just looked at him apologetically. He returned to his folded position in which Jonny had found him.

 

Jonny sat back and looked up at the sky, trying to think. He was like that for a good two minutes, before the man finally spoke again, in a broken, desperate tone. “My name is Chris.”

 

“Right. Chris... God, I'm sorry,” Jonny said, slapping himself on the forehead. “I can't believe I didn't remember you.”

 

“I can.” Chris looked up, and Jonny could see his eyes were bloodshot. “Not saying anything against you, I mean that people never notice me.”

 

Even though he feared he may have screwed things up already, Jonny still wanted to help. “What were you going to ask me before?”

 

“Do you ever think about killing yourself?” Chris's response was so quick and so certain that it frightened Jonny quite a bit. Jonny's eyes flew open and he searched for something to say in return.

 

“No, of course not. And, Chris, you shouldn't either.”

 

“Why shouldn't I?”

 

“Because that's not the way to-”

 

“No one would even notice if I was gone.”

 

“That's not true.”

 

“Yes, it is. You didn't even know I existed, and I've talked to you before.”

 

“You have?” Jonny asked, stupidly and without thinking. “Shit! Chris, listen to me. I'm sorry that people don't pay attention to you, or haven't paid attention to you before. But you can't k... You can't do that, Chris. It's not the way to solve your problems.”

 

“I don't see any other way. No one's gonna miss me, anyway.”

 

“No. No, Chris, I'll miss you. I'll notice your gone.” Jonny was almost as teary as Chris was now, and begging as if his own life depended on it. “Please, please, don't even think about doing it.”

 

Chris simply shook his head. “I'd like to, Jonny, but... some people just aren't meant for this world.”

 

“Chris!” Jonny forcefully took hold of Chris's shoulders and yanked him close. Some fear lit up Chris's eyes, and it only increased as Jonny started screaming at him. “I'm serious. You're not doing this!”

 

“O-OK.”

 

Jonny stared and breathed deeply. He tried to quiet himself. “You promise?”

 

“I promise.”

 

“Fine.” Jonny let go of Chris, and Chris sat back against the building. There was some expected silence, awkward and long, which Jonny decided to end. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

 

Chris looked up at him, a tad confused. “No, why?”

 

“We could hang out or something.”

 

“Really, you want to hang out with me?”

 

“Sure, why not?”

 

“OK... what time?”

 

“How about eight?”

 

“Eight is good... Thank you, Jonny.”

 

Jonny smiled warmly and kindly. “You're welcome, Chris.”

 

 

 

Eight o'clock rolled around, and Jonny was being lectured at by his father. It was an unexpected phone call, one which he knew he couldn't hang up on. But he was supposed to be going to pick Chris up for their night out. He wasn't exactly excited to be hanging out with Chris, but it was certainly better than having to hear his father go on and on about God knows what.

 

Jonny just sat there, occasionally saying things like, “Yeah, dad,” and “I know,” but never really knowing what he was agreeing to. The minutes ticked away, and he found himself to be almost twenty minutes late by the time his father finally said goodbye. It took him another five minutes to reach Chris's dorm.

 

He knocked, and at first there was no answer. But he thought he hadn't knocked too hard, so he just tried again. Still no answer. He tried a third time, and by this point he was growing extremely nervous. Instinct told him to just forget being polite, and walk right on in. So, he grabbed the doorknob and turned it as quickly as he could.

 

Chris was laying, nearly unconscious, on his bed. Jonny rushed over to him.

 

“Oh, Jonny, I thought you weren't coming,” Chris said. But Jonny noticed that he was slurring. His eyelids were drooping, and he looked overly intoxicated.

 

“No, I was just late 'cause my dad called. But I got here as soon as I could.”

 

“Oh... are you mad at me?”

 

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you?”

 

“Because I broke my promise.”

 

Jonny slowly looked down, where Chris's hand was limply resting off the side of the bed. Just inches below his fingertips sat a bottle of what appeared to be aspirin. It also appeared to be empty. Jonny looked back up at Chris, totally speechless.

 

“It's not easy to swallow all those pills, you know.”

 

Jonny stared for a second longer, then finally pulled himself together. He darted his eyes around the room. “Where's your phone?”

 

“I don't have a phone.”

 

“What?!”

 

“No one would call me, what's the point?”

 

“Oh, God, Chris!!” Jonny stood up, sighed, and started pacing. Then he made his way over to the door and started screaming for help. A young woman showed up a minute later, and Jonny instructed her to call an ambulance. She nodded and ran, not bothering to ask why, which Jonny was grateful for. He waited by the doorway for her to return.

 

“Jonny, am I gonna die?” Jonny slowly turned to Chris, feeling even more helpless than ever before.

 

“Um...”

 

“I-I don't wanna die.” Tears began to openly stream down to Chris's pillow. “Jonny, please. Don't let me die.”

 

“I won't let you die,” Jonny firmly said.

 

“I don't want to die, I just want people to know I'm alive.”

 

Jonny left his post and walked back over to Chris. “It'll all be fine, Chris. You'll be OK, and from now on, you'll have me, at least. And that's better than nothing, right?”

 

“Jonny, you're too nice.”

 

“Isn't that what you want, though? Someone to be nice to you?”

 

“Yeah. Well, close enough, anyway.” Chris tried to smile. “Thanks.”

 

 

Notes

 

 

 

“I thought you weren't gonna give me advice.”

 

Guy just shot Jonny a look and leaned against the door frame. “I know you're not gonna do anything unless I tell you what to do.”

 

“That's ridiculous, it's not like I listen to everything you say.”

 

“No, but you're too scared of what'll happen if you handle this on your own.”

 

Jonny paused, soaking in Guy's words. After deciding Guy was right, Jonny pushed the door open to allow his friend to enter.

 

“OK,” Guy started, helping himself to a seat on Jonny's bed. “So... Chris told you he loves you.”

 

“Yeah, and then he ran away.”

 

“Well, I think the first thing we need to do is figure out how you feel about him. Because then it'll be a lot easier to decide what to tell him.”

 

Jonny walked over and sat next to Guy. For a while he just stared at the ground, but he slowly moved his eyes up. “I'm not sure.”

 

“You're not sure... how you feel about him?”

 

“Ever since you said that you thought he was sending the notes, things have been... I don't know. Different.”

 

“Do you think you might like him?”

 

Jonny could feel his cheeks turning red. Guy was being very helpful, and his tone was in no way judgmental. Still, Jonny was starting to get flustered. The subject just wasn't something he was really comfortable talking about.

 

“Yeah,” he quietly mumbled. He made sure to avert his eyes and tried to hide his head, but he could still see Guy giving him a smile.

 

 

 

 

Chris was letting his pen dance across the blank paper in front of him. He rushed to get the words out before he forgot them all. Songs usually came to him at random times, so it wasn't out of the ordinary to see him bent down over a sheet of paper.

 

Jonny took his seat next to Chris, and contemplated what to do next. He wanted to talk to Chris, but he wasn't sure if he should bother Chris at a time like this. Being the polite man that he was, Jonny decided that he would just wait to say anything. But Chris looked up just as Jonny was about to turn away.

 

“Hi, Jonny,” he smiled.

 

“Hi, Chris,” Jonny smiled back. “How are you doing today?”

 

“I'm well. I started to write a song earlier, but... I'm stuck now.” Chris frowned at his paper, then shrugged his shoulders. Then he looked back at Jonny with his big eyes. “And how are you?”

 

“I'm all right. Hey, I need to ask you something.”

 

“What?”

 

“Do you know what 'effulgent' means?”

 

Chris thought for a minute. He looked like he was digging pretty hard for an answer. “No, sorry.”

 

“Oh, OK.” Having theoretically proven that Chris was not the sender of the mysterious notes, Jonny felt oddly disheartened. He wrote it off, citing that he was probably only sad because now he had no clue who the culprit was.

 

But for the next hour and a half, this feeling just kept nagging at him. He found himself stealing glances at Chris as often as he could. One time he even forgot to look away, and Chris almost caught him staring.

 

By the time class ended, Jonny was still under the impression that he just wanted to know who sent him the notes. He waited for Chris so they could leave together, which surprised Chris a little.

 

“Jonny, you waited for me?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“...Cool! What you asked me before- what 'effulgent' means- I can look it up for you.”

 

Jonny's eyes wandered over to Chris's, and they both smiled. “Thanks.” Chris nodded his reply, and Jonny finally began to think that maybe there was more to what he was feeling.

 

 

 

 

“Well, listen, in my experience, if you think you like someone, you like them.”

 

“So, I like Chris?”

 

“You tell me.”

 

Jonny stared at the ground. He tried to think of what it was like whenever he was around Chris. It wasn't much different from when he was around anyone else. It's not like his heart started beating faster or anything. His stomach never flipped. Or maybe he was just lying to himself.

 

“What do you think it would be like to be with him?” Jonny looked up to Guy, blinked a few times, then realized that Guy was expecting an answer. So, Jonny thought about it.

 

He thought about walking up to Chris and holding his hand. He thought about resting his arm around Chris's shoulder. He thought about brushing his hand lightly along the side of Chris's face. Then he thought of what it would be like for their lips to meet, for their hands to wander.

 

“Yeah, I like him.”

 

“Perfect! Now you don't have to think of what to say to him. Just tell him you like him.”

 

“Right now?”

 

“If you want.”

 

Guy encouragingly patted Jonny on back. Jonny took a deep breath, and stood up with a here-goes-nothing attitude.

 

The five minute walk to Chris's dorm seemed to last forever. Jonny wished he could teleport, so that he wouldn't have to deal with this anxiety building inside of him due to the wait. He just wanted to see Chris and let him know how he felt.

 

 

 

Chris was drawing something when he heard a knock on his door. He set the pencil he was holding down on the paper and went to answer the door. He was rather surprised to find Jonny standing in front of him.

 

“Hey,” Chris slowly said. “I didn't think I'd ever see you again.”

 

“Well, how would you like it if we saw a lot more of each other from now on?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, what if we were, like, dating?”

 

“Uh... Well, that would have to mean that you don't hate me.”

 

“Yeah,” Jonny laughed. “It would mean I would have to like you.”

 

“Do you like me?”

 

“Yep.”

 

Chris stood still for a moment, blushing and looking at Jonny. Finally, he raised his hand up and scratched the back of his neck. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

 

“No, but I'm also not doing anything now.”

 

“We could just walk around for a bit. And, you know, talk. Or whatever.”

 

“That sounds great.”

 

Chris smiled and grabbed his jacket from the floor. He suddenly remembered the drawing on his bed, which he carefully picked up and carried over to Jonny.

 

“I was making this for you.” He held the paper out, and Jonny took it. “I've been working on it for a while.”

 

“This is...” Jonny examined the paper intricately for a bit. “This is me and you?”

 

Chris nervously bit his thumb and nodded. “Uh huh.”

 

“It's beautiful.” Jonny slowly held the paper down, Chris's image replacing its wood pulp and graphite combination. “Thank you.”

 

Chris smiled at him with more emotion than could ever be described with words. He suggested they get going, and they decided to just walk around the area a bit. Eventually, they ended up walking over a bridge that ran over a river which shimmered magnificently in the moonlight. Jonny pulled Chris down an embankment near the side, and together they sat by the river's edge, just talking.

 

“I've always thought this river was beautiful, especially at night,” Jonny said.

 

“I know. I remember the first time you brought me here... that's what the drawing is, actually.”

 

“I thought so. It really is amazing. The drawing, I mean.”

 

“An amazing drawing for an amazing man,” Chris happily replied. “And an amazing friend.”

 

Jonny grinned and moved himself closer to Chris. Then he put his arm around Chris's shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek.

 

 

 

 

Chris was doing a lot better now. It had been a few months since his suicide attempt, during which time he and Jonny had become good friends. Not exactly best friends, as Chris would have liked, but good friends.

 

One night they'd gone out to get Chinese food together. The people who worked in the restaurant always freaked Chris out a bit, so Jonny gladly suggested they eat by the river. Chris had never been there before, apparently, and when Jonny received this news, he was even more enthusiastic about going. Chris excitedly agreed, and so they sat and ate their dinner by the river. They were quiet for a while, until Chris spoke up out of nowhere.

 

“I thought about it again today.”

 

“About what?” Jonny harmlessly asked, continuing to stick his fork in his container of noodles.

 

“About killing myself.”

 

This time Jonny stopped. “You did?”

 

“Yeah. But then I remembered that I have at least one person who cares about me, and then I didn't want to do it anymore.”

 

“Good.”

 

“That's you, by the way,” Chris jestingly added. Jonny laughed.

 

“I figured.”

 

“Jonny, I can not thank you enough for saving me.”

 

“You don't need to thank me-”

 

“Yes, I do! Without you, I wouldn't be here. You saved me.”

 

“I... whatever. It's no big deal. I'm sure anyone would have done it for you.” Jonny appeared to be growing uncomfortable with the sudden praise he was receiving, and Chris couldn't help laughing at him.

 

“No, not anyone. Only someone very special.”

 

Jonny looked at Chris and knew he wasn't ever going to get him to stop. “OK, fine. You're welcome.”

 

Jonny shook his head, laughed, and returned his attention to the container in his hands. Chris watched him, then looked at the river, then went back to staring at Jonny.

 

The river really was as lovely as Jonny had mentioned. Chris would have sat there and looked at it all night long if he could have. But Jonny seemed to be stealing his focus, a thousand times more captivating than the river was.

 

And that's when Chris realized he was in love with Jonny.

 

 

HEATHCLIFF

chapter 5

 

 

 

 

Jonny glared at me for a few seconds before breezing past me and getting into the cab. Once he was gone, I began to notice the cold. Shivering, I swore under my breath and took a right turn down a quieter, private street. I walked for a few more minutes before I began to hear voices. At first, I thought it was just a few guys having a good time. But then, as I got a little closer, my heart began to speed up. Their voices were low, but they were definitely angry at someone.

 

There were four men, and two were obviously threatening the others. I hung back, but luckily, no one seemed to notice me. “Look at these boys,” said one of the angry voices. “They’re too cute, aren’t they? How is he in bed?”

 

So that’s what this was about. The ‘boys’ were gay.

 

“Fuck off,” said the man weakly. He was blond, as was the other he was with. He was holding his partner’s arm tightly, keeping him as far away from the two as possible. As I got a little nearer, I noticed that the blonds were barely even men. They were just kids; twenty at the oldest. The ones ganging up on them were older, perhaps my age.

 

One of them spat at the kid who had spoken out. “Shut up, you little bastard. You fags are disgusting. What should we do with them, mate?” he asked his companion.

 

“I dunno. How do you think they are at giving a guy some pleasure?”

 

“Pretty good, I’d say. We should try the little pretty boys out.”

 

“Please don’t do this,” the other kid whimpered. “Please...”

 

I looked down and realized that I had stopped walking, and my breaths were coming out shallow. Everything seemed surreal. But I had to do something; I had to step in. I knew it would probably be the death of me, but I couldn’t let them do anything to those kids. God, they were just so young, and they hadn’t done anything wrong. Besides, they reminded me of Chris and Jonny. They could have been Chris and Jonny.

 

“Excuse me,” I called, smiling sweetly. I began preparing myself for the pain. “Is there something going on here?”

 

“Keep moving, brother, there’s nothing to see.”

 

I sighed slowly. “Let them go. Look at them. They’re just kids.”

 

One of the big men turned to me with a growl. “You’ve been listening, have you? Are you one of them?” he demanded.

 

“Am I gay? No, I’m not.”

 

“Get out of here. Don’t get involved,” warned the other thug.

 

I laughed. “What are you gonna do?” Of course, I knew very well what they would do. I pulled in a short gasp as the man walked up to me. His breath smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey...Lots of whiskey.

 

“You’re a pretty one,” he said. His voice was raw, heartless, and it terrified me. He ran a hand over my head and dug his fingers into my hair. I shuddered, but pulled my lips back in a sneer.

 

“Fuck you,” I whispered. The moment the words left my mouth, his fist connected with my abdomen. I was ready for it, but it still hurt like hell. My body jerked and doubled over, but the man’s grip on my hair kept my neck twisted upwards. I gasped in pain and steadied myself, only to be hit in the stomach twice more. My legs buckled, and he dragged me back up.

 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked. I thought briefly about fighting back, but I knew I wouldn’t win.

 

I managed to force my eyes open to look for the two boys. They were gone. Only the big guys were left. “Yeah,” I gasped. “Do it...again.” I don’t know why the hell I said that, but it was too late to take it back. He hit me twice, right below my sternum and right around my ribs. I felt something crack, and then the pain hit. A cry forced its way out of my throat as my knees connected with the ground. For good measure, he also punched me in the face.

 

Then, he grabbed me by the collar and literally dragged me to the wall. He pulled me up by the hair and forced me up against it. “It’s been sweet,” he said into my ear. I jerked away, breathing hard. I hear him laugh, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slammed the side of my head into wall.

 

Luckily, I didn’t even feel myself hit the ground.

 

 

 

All You Ever Wanted

15

 

 

The box was no less an eyesore than it had been the last time Retaw had visited Guy, even though this time the box was shoved into a corner of the room. Of course, a blue, wooden box the size of a refrigerator is not something that would typically fit in with a room otherwise empty, with the exception of two chairs. Two chairs which, at the present moment, were set facing each other, both occupied by Guy and Retaw.

 

Guy had his one leg crossed over the other, hands folded neatly over his knee, and was simply observing Retaw. Naturally, this put Retaw under a sort of spotlight, and creeped him out quite a bit. To balance it out, though, he decided to stare back. After all, Guy was as much a mystery to Retaw as Retaw was to Guy.

But Retaw wasn't really a mystery to Guy.

 

“Thank you for coming,” Guy quietly said. Retaw straightened his back a little.

 

“Sure.” Guy tilted his head, but said nothing. Retaw felt the need to go on. “Is there any particular reason for you wishing to see me?”

 

“There's always a reason for everything, isn't there?” Guy thoughtfully replied.

 

“I suppose there is. What's the reason for this, then?”

 

Guy unfolded his hands, uncrossed his legs, and frowned. “I know.”

 

“You know... what the reason is?” Retaw narrowed his eyes. “I'd certainly hope so.”

 

“Of course I know what the reason is. The reason is that I know.” Retaw wasn't any less confused, if the strange look on his face proved anything. Guy stood up and began to pace in between the two chairs. He rubbed his hands together, then let them fall to his side. Then he scratched his ear, and finally stopped walking. He was a bit off to the side of Retaw's chair, so he turned in his spot.

 

“You know what?” Retaw asked. Guy simply shook his head.

 

“People think I'm crazy, you know?” Guy said, a maniacal tone in his voice. He slowly stepped towards Retaw, which made Retaw rather nervous. “I think I'm crazy, too. But I also think that I know what I see. I don't make things up, and I don't... hallucinate, or whatever.” He stopped right in front of Retaw, and leaned forward. “I know what I see.”

 

Retaw looked into Guy's eyes. He was sure Guy was crazy, too, but something in Guy's eyes told him not to discredit what he was hearing. There was some sort of passion behind them, some sort of truth that Retaw knew he needed to hear out.

 

“What do you see?”

 

Guy's face changed. He hadn't looked angry or upset before, but more or less blank, and now he suddenly looked happy. He walked back over to his chair, with actually more of a quirky skip than a walk. He sat down, and laid his hands on his lap.

 

“I see everything. More or less. And I hear everything.” Guy looked down at his hands, carefully watching them, and lightly blinked a few times. “I'm just observant, not creepy. Most of the time.”

 

“Are there times when you are creepy?” Guy raised his eyes to Retaw, and thought for a moment. Then he slowly shrugged.

 

“We're all creepy. In our own ways,” Guy replied. “And we all have secrets.”

 

Retaw was frankly surprised by his own patience. It seemed like every time he was about to get an answer, Guy said something that was even more vague and complicated than the last. But he didn't mind the steady pace at which the conversation was going.

 

“What are your secrets?” Retaw calmly asked.

 

“Let me show you something.” Guy stood up, glared at Retaw, then turned. He walked towards the box in the corner, and Retaw got the sudden urge to follow him. “I found this two years ago,” Guy began, placing his hands on the box with fascination. “I lost it when...” Guy quickly removed his hands and looked at Retaw. “But I got it back.”

 

“You kept a box for two years?” Retaw was trying to sounds as nonjudgmental as he could, which was difficult since Guy was just exuding insanity.

 

“I know things that no one else does. No one except your friends.” Guy pulled the box back and spun it around. Retaw watched, and as he did so, his eyes began to widen.

 

He had not been mistaken when he thought he saw urgent-looking letters on the box. They were indeed very urgent, and very large. And they spelled out FOR CHRIS.

 

“How... where did you find this?” Retaw stammered.

 

“In a dumpster,” Guy replied. “I saw it when I was taking out the trash one day... the dumpster behind the restaurant. That's where it was. And something clicked when I saw it. I remembered.”

 

“Remembered what?”

 

“Spaceships, tiny purple creatures with booming voices, some curly-haired guy and some guy in a hat. Talking, talking, and then gone. In the spaceship. Flashes of light. And then... absolutely nothing.” Guy stopped, pausing to catch his breath after spewing out a bunch of information. “I remembered everything that happened, everyone who was there.” Guy lowered his head and lowered his voice. “But no one believed me. The people I know were there with me... they thought I was crazy.”

 

“That is pretty unbelievable.” Retaw ran a hand across his forehead pensively.

 

“But it's the truth,” Guy said, a hint of anger in his voice. “And then after... I moved here, and I recognized Chris. Then I recognized Jonny. And I figured it out.”

 

“So, you know,” Retaw obviously stated.

 

Guy nodded. “You're an alien.”

 

“You won't tell anyone, right?” Retaw panicked. “No one can know, please. It'll ruin everything. I just want to be human now. I want to fit in, I don't want to be what I was.”

 

Guy laughed with a liveliness that frightened Retaw. “Haven't you been listening? No one would believe me if I told them!” He saw the look of fear on Retaw's face and tried to settle down. “I trust you. So you can trust me.”

 

Retaw thought for a moment, staring at Guy. Then he nodded. “Thank you.”

 

“Can I ask you something?” Guy sang with a childlike innocence, catching Retaw slightly off-guard.

 

“Uh, yeah.”

 

“That girl you were talking to... she's special to you?”

 

“Yeah, she is,” Retaw decisively replied.

 

“There's something about her.” Retaw wholeheartedly agreed, though maybe not in the same way, but he could think of no reply, so the room just echoed with silence for a few moments.

 

“I think it's time for me to go back now,” he finally spoke. “It's getting late.”

 

“Yeah.” Guy accompanied Retaw to the door. Once opened, Guy held on to the wooden rectangle as Retaw stepped into the hallway. “Walter,” Retaw looked up at Guy with questioning eyes, “everyone has their secrets.”

 

Guy's words replayed in Retaw's mind as he walked back to Chris and Jonny's apartment. He was staggered that Guy had managed to recall the day Retaw had first come to Earth. His race's technology was supposed to be way more advanced than human technology, so anyone somehow breaking through the memory wipe was an incredible, if not thought to be impossible, task.

 

Nevertheless, Retaw actually did trust Guy with the information. He didn't seem to be out for any personal gain, and Retaw didn't even know who Guy would tell, anyway. What did bother him, though, was the mention of Logella. It just reminded Retaw that he was basically lying to someone who he really liked, and it made him feel horrible. Sure, everyone has their secrets, but that didn't make him feel any better.

 

“Hey, how'd it go?” Jonny asked as he saw Retaw enter the room. He and Chris were sitting on the couch, Chris sleeping soundly with his head resting on Jonny's shoulder.

 

“Well... Guy knows that I'm not human,” Retaw cautiously replied.

 

“What?” Jonny looked down at Chris, making sure that his outburst hadn't woken him up, then lowered his voice. “Did you tell him?”

 

Retaw shook his head. “No, he figured it out himself. I guess he was there when we first met... two years ago. And he remembered.”

 

“Well, that's something...” Chris suddenly stirred, but never woke up. Jonny looked at him and smiled, then lifted his eyes back to Retaw. “He's crazy, though, should you be worried about him knowing?”

 

“Maybe,” Retaw began, “but I'm not.” He shrugged, then fidgeted, and after a moment of silence, he nervously spoke up again. “Jonny, do you think I should tell Logella?”

 

Jonny raised his eyebrows at the stumping question he was present with, and took a bit to think of a response. “Do you want to tell her?”

 

“I just feel like I'm lying.”

 

“Technically, you haven't lied, unless she's asked if you're human and you said yes. But I understand...” Jonny looked quickly around the room, then took a deep breath. “If you really feel that badly, then tell her. And don't be afraid of her reaction, because if she decides that you're weird, or crazy, or whatever, then you can just forget about her. Chris and I will be here for you, always.”

 

“I don't wanna forget about her,” Retaw solemnly replied. “But thank you.”

 

BRAKE FAST!!!!!!

Part One.

 

 

 

He sighed before walking in the room. Time seemed to stop as everyone's attentions turned to that of the gentleman who has just walked in- Chris Martin of Coldplay. After the initial shock of a superstar in their midsts, everyone started rushing around ready to tend to Mr Martin's every whim. Chairs were pulled over, smiles and handshakes were exchanged and a queue assembled for an autograph from the man who was at that moment feeling fairly awkward. He didn't like the attention- that much. Obviously it is nice to be recognised but Chris already concluded that they didn't know him as Chris Martin but as 'that guy from Coldplay'. That is one name he doesn't like to be called. That or Hugh Laurie.

"I'm a huge fan!" One man said, the man at the front of the queue. "Could I have an autograph?" he asked.

"Sure" Chris said, smiling as he began to write down his signature on a tatty piece of paper that he had been handed.

"Thank you" the man replied before looking down at his autograph, looking puzzled.

"Is something wrong?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I didn't know your name was Chris, I swore it was Guy!" he said, smiling before rushing away in a very camp way. Chris laughed. He didn't mean to be mistaken for Guy, arguably the most handsome member of Coldplay. And as Chris signed autograph after autograph, he finally was ready for what he came there to buy- A Yellow Volkswagen Beetle.

 

 

 

 

 

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Bury My Lovely

 

Chapter 6

 

(really short, sorry :P)

 

 

 

 

Chris stole a secret kiss from Jonny just before they went into the kitchen. Jonny blushed and Chris had a bright, silly smile on his face as they greeted their band mates. Chris did a double take as he saw Guy leaning his head on the table and Will staring out into the distance, an almost empty bottle of scotch in his hand.

 

“Are you two drunk?” He incredulously asked.

 

“A wee bit, yeah.” Guy mumbled into the table.

 

“Uhm… Why?” Chris asked, eyebrows raised.

 

“’Cause we bloody well drunk that bottle there, didn’t we?” Guy continued.

 

Jonny sighed and pulled Chris out of the kitchen.

Chris stole another kiss.

 

“Ok, you have to stop that.” Jonny banned, but he smiled so Chris didn’t really take it too seriously.

 

“Come back in here you two love- Ouch! Why are you kicking my leg, you idiot?” Guy’s drunken rant was heard through the door.

 

Jonny and Chris frowned at each other, but went back inside.

 

“You wanna explain why you decided to have hard liqueur for breakfast?” Jonny put on what he thought was his sternest disapproval face. It made Chris want to kiss Jonny again, but that could be said for a lot of things Jonny did.

 

Will sighed and poured a little bit more into Guy’s glass before finishing off the bottle.

“No, not really.” He finally said, slamming the bottle down on the table. “I’m in the mood for tacos.” He smoothly changed the subject.

 

“What? No. You can’t have tacos for breakfast.” Chris said. “Ooooh!” He excitedly said. “May I have chocolate for breakfast if they’re having tacos?” He turned to Jonny and smiled hopefully.

 

“I want a cigarette!” Guy moaned from his place on the table. “And a hug or something.”

 

Jonny cleared his throat. “Ok. Everybody stop!” He turned to Chris. “I’m sorry, man, but you can’t have chocolate for breakfast. It’ll mess with your blood sugar level all day. Stop pouting and give Guy a hug.” Jonny pulled his gaze from Chris’ delicious pout and turned to Will. “Maybe you could have some toast for breakfast and we can make tacos for lunch?” Will grudgingly obliged and drunkenly stumbled over to pop some bread into the toaster.

 

“And Guy. I could join in on that cigarette business, actually.” Jonny said, reaching into the fridge for the jam. When there was no answer, he looked up and rolled his eyes at the scene which greeted him.

 

“Chris, you can release him now.”

Chris patted Guy’s head and stopped hugging him.

 

Guy smiled a sappy smile. “That was nice.”

 

“Guy? Cigarette?” Jonny asked, putting down the jam on the table.

Guy nodded and literally crawled out the door.

 

“Do you really have to?” Chris asked Jonny while he was setting the table.

 

“Do I have to what?” Jonny asked.

 

“Smoke, of course.” He hissed.

 

Jonny stared down on the packet in his hand.

“’M sorry, love.” He whispered. “But I really, really want to.”

 

Chris sighed. “Oh, fine, go ahead. But there won’t be any kissing until the taste is gone.”

 

Jonny smiled. “Oh, yes there will.”

 

Chris bit his lip not to smile. “No, absolutely not.”

 

“Okay.” Jonny said and making sure Will’s back was turned, kissed him hard on the lips. “Until later then.”

 

Chris sighed happily as he watched Jonny walk out of the room.

 

“You alright, Chris?” Will asked, leaning against the fridge, eyes closed.

 

“I’m fine.” He answered happily and bounced over to his seat and put a lot of jam on a piece of toast. He stuffed it into his mouth. “Mmm…” He smiled. “Good.” He looked at Will. “How are you?”

 

“Room’s spinning a bit, otherwise I’m peachy.” He tiredly said.

 

“Well, that’s your own fault.” Chris said, munching on his toast and gulping down a glass of milk.

 

“Shut it.” Will groaned. “I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit.”

 

“You do that.” Chris said, trying not to laugh.

 

Will stumbled up the stairs and shut his door with a bang.

 

Chris stayed in his seat and hummed to himself as he made himself more toast.

 

It was going to be a good day.

 

 

A Rush of Blood

 

Chapter XXI

 

 

 

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

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 2

 

 

 

Laughter roared around the room. Everyone was laughing. Everyone for the exception of Christopher Martin.

“Say again” the man asked, holding back laughter. Chris still wasn’t laughing.

"I said" Chris continued. He wasn't stupid, he knew they were laughing at him. He knew that they were laughing at him for his interesting choice in car. "I said that I would like a yellow, yes a yellow, Volkswagen Beetle"

"Uhh, sure, whatever you say" the man replied. "He's a funny one is this guy from Coldplay" the man continued, laughing his head off.

"What's your name?" Chris asked, standing still, staring into the eyes of this man who was scarcely into his 20's.

"My name?" the man replied.

"Yes your name, wait, I will say my name first, I am Chris Martin! What is yours?" Chris asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Uhh, my name is Stuart Reed" the man said, he wasn't laughing anymore. He actually seemed intimidated by the man in front of him.

"Stuart, you know, I was going to call my son Stuart but my wife thought that it wasn't wierd enough!" Chris said. Staurt looked round, exchanging glances with several of his colleagues.

"Oh cool, yeah, so, a Yellow Volkswagen Beetle?" Stuart asked, his voice seemed to be higher. Maybe he was scared. That was what Chris thought. Chris thought that Stuart was scared of him. That certainly was not his intention.

"Yes" Chris said, before realising his tone of voice could of been considered slightly intimidating. "Yes please"

"I will see if we've got any" Stuart said, not looking at Chris. "Follow me" he said, turning round and walking down the show room. Chris followed him.

 

Chris had already spotted it from the other side of the room. The lovely shaped, distinguishable sign of yellow beauty. It was love at first sight.

"There it is" Chris said, stopping in his tracks. Stuart heard him, stopped and turned round.

"What?" Stuart asked, the appeal of being in the presence of a rock star had now worn off.

"The Yellow Volkswagen Beetle, there it is!" Chris exclaimed, running towards it. He seemed to run like they do in movies- in slow motion. Chris arrived at the car, hugged it and got out his credit card and dropped it on the floor.

"Take it, Stuart, take the card, take out whatever you want from it and give it back to me on Monday, I just want to drive in this car right this minute" Chris demanded, he was in ecstacy. Stuart had just caught up.

"Y'what?" Stuart asked, out of breath.

"There's my card" Chris said, opening the car door and getting in, closing the door behind him. Chris glanced at the keys in the ignition and started the car before hearing a knock on the window. Chris pressed the button and the window came down, Chris looked over to Stuart.

"What?" Chris asked.

"Uhh you are in a show room" Stuart replied.

"And?"

"Uhh, nothing" Stuart said, staring down at the credit card, imagining what fun he could have with it. Without looking back up at Chris, he exclaimed "Have a good day sir"

 

And the two men were very happy- for now.

 

Roll Over Beethoven

Chapter 3

 

 

 

It was another Friday, another music session, another opportunity for Jonny to be dumbfounded by Chris's talent. But this time he wasn't staring open mouthed from the doorway. He was sitting on one side of the small music room, while Chris played on the other.

 

He had been earnestly pressing on the keys for nearly ten minutes now. This time, the melody meandered along like an ancient river. Every little twist and turn added a little something new to a tune that Jonny was always sure couldn't get any better. But he was always wrong.

 

There were a few more minutes of beautiful music and stupefied looks from Jonny, then Chris laid out the last chords underneath his fingers and sat up straight on the stool. He gazed at Jonny nervously and shifted back and forth in his seat. Jonny assumed he was waiting for some sort of response from him. It took him a moment or two to remember how to work his vocal chords, but he finally managed to get the words out.

 

"Chris.....that was utterly amazing. I don't know what else to say. I'm.....flabbergasted."

 

"Flabbergasted?" Chris nearly fell off his seat laughing. "You are a funny, funny man Jonny." With effort, he regained his composure. "It's so kind that you will say these things about my music. I know it isn't as good as you say. But thank you anyways."

 

Jonny stared at Chris a moment, wondering if his head was on straight. "I'm being completely serious." He stared briefly at the floor. "You came up with all of this......from what you heard me play?"

 

"Yep" responded Chris cheerily. "You are so inspiring Jonny-boy!"

 

"What did you just call me?" he asked, trying to conceal his laughter.

 

"Jonny-boy. I thought it sounded cute! Do you mind?"

 

Jonny rolled his eyes and laughed. "I don't mind. Call me whatever your messed up heart desires."

 

Chris smiled and stood. His face contorted into an odd expression. Jonny watched him with amusement as he began to pace around the room. He hummed an anxious little tune as he did so. He was completely immersed in his thoughts. After a few minutes he abruptly turned his bright blue eyes to Jonny.

 

"Jonny, how would you feel about coming here every Friday? I mean I know you already do, but I mean... like....um....sit in here every week, not just at the door? Maybe.....maybe with.....your guitar?"

 

"My guitar? Why?"

 

Chris blushed and shuffled his feet. "It seems that I compose a lot better when I hear you play."

 

Again, Jonny reasoned that Chris was probably wanting some sort of reply from him. But this time he couldn't manage it. He just stared at him until Chris became nervous watching him and rattled off some more words. "I mean, I know that's probably like really, really weird and all, but it's true. It is definitely true. As soon as you started playing, these ideas just rushed to my head, and I couldn't wait to get them out. It was the strangest thing that's ever happened to me. But in a good way, not a bad way. If that makes any sense."

 

"Chris," Jonny finally said, nearly laughing, "it's okay. I don't think that's weird. What you said did make sense. I just have a hard time believing it. I never thought what I played was anything special. But I am completely flattered that you think so. And I would like very much to play my guitar here every Friday, if that is what will allow me to hear something as breathtaking as what you played tonight."

 

"Good. Then it's a date," he replied with a chuckle. Jonny's heart skipped a beat. It would be lovely for him if it really were. But there was no way he was going to push his luck. No, he would be content with being friends. It was already more than he had ever hoped for.

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 3

 

 

 

 

"I know, I know it's great, ain't it?" Chris proclaimed as he showed off his brand new car to a surprised Jonny who's eyes couldn't be drawn away from the contraption which was in front of him.

"This is used, right?" Jonny asked, his eyes still fixated on the yellow car.

"No, it's brand new" Chris replied to which Jonny replied with a fit of laughter.

"If you are going to be like this Jonny, you might not get a spin in the car!" Chris said, actually quite hurt by the noise of laughter which came from Jonny.

"I'm alright, thanks" Jonny replied, trying to hold back laughter, but every few seconds it seemed to seep out.

Chris sighed but tried to be reasonable. "Look, Jonny, I'm not going to be mad but what exactly do you not like about it?"

"To start with, it's yellow!" Jonny proclaimed. Chris didn't look happy.

"I like yellow" he murmered, like a child.

"And, well, it's a girls car!" Jonny said, being careful where he stood.

Chris thought of a brilliant comeback involving Jonny and womens clothes but decided not to say it. It was a something that Chris should not know, and it wasn't the time or the place to bring it up. "Okay" Chris said, smiling. Jonny sighed and looked up at Chris.

"Chris" Jonny said as Chris turned away to walk towards the car. "I'd love to go for a spin in the car"

Chris' face lit up so much, it looked like he was going to blow a fuse. In a good way. Chris opened the passengers door and let Jonny in.

"You won't regret it, Jonny!" Chris said, very happy before running around to the drivers side and starting to drive off.

 

"So where are we going exactly?" Jonny asked. Chris didn't answer, there were two possible reasons for this; 1) He ignored him or 2) Chris didn't hear Jonny for the sound of Coldplay records in the car's CD player. That was one thing about Chris, he loved the sound of his own voice. If the outcome of the no answer from Chris was indeed number 1, Jonny had thought of the perfect comeback; I'm surprised a car like this even has a CD player. Jonny smiled at the thought of saying it but realised that it wasn't the time or the place, Jonny decided to ask his question again.

"Where are we going, Chris?" Jonny asked, a bit louder than last time. Chris made a quick movement and Jonny noticed that the car doors were now locked. "Chris, what are you doing?"

Chris turned the volume of the CD player down and looked over to Jonny.

"Jonny, my dear boy, we are going on a road trip!" Chris proclaimed. Jonny's eyes widened and he reached for the car door, trying to open the door. It wasn't budging.

"Chris, Chris, please, don't!" Jonny exclaimed.

"We already are Jonny boy, prepare for the greatest journey of your life, it's going to be a wild ride, a wild, wild ride!" Chris proclaimed, smiling as he sped down the motorway.

 

Bedtime Story

 

 

 

“Once upon a time there was a man. His blonde hair and sapphire eyes enchanted maidens all over the world…”

 

“Daddy, I think I know who this story is about.”

 

“Oh, do you now? Well, don’t ruin it for your sister, please.”

 

“I won’t.”

 

“That’s a good lad, alright, where was I?” He looked off in the distance and the two children cuddled closer.

 

“Ah, yes. Maidens all over the world swooned whenever he walked by. He had hordes of followers that loved the harmonic sound of his voice and who cried at the very sight of him.”

 

“Daddy?” A small voice piped up.

 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

 

“What is swoon?”

 

“Oh. Sorry. Erhm…” He mulled it over for a while. “Do you know how you can get all bubbly in your knees when you look at someone you really, really like?”

 

The little girl giggled. “Yes! And your heart beats really fast and you feel super happy.”

 

“Exactly, honey. To swoon is kind of to feel like that.” He cleared his throat and continued with the story. “But the man, despite having all those people loving him, wasn’t quite happy. He was always looking for someone to love. Someone that could fill that special place in his heart. He looked for a very long time and all over the world, but his love was nowhere to be seen. But it’s strange how love works. One beautiful summer evening, when the sun shone golden on the sea and there were flowers everywhere, the man finally found what he was looking for. You see, the man had three friends who were very dear to him – and one of these friends made him feel really good and his heart beat really fast. He never thought that his friend could ever feel the same way about him, but he was feeling really miserable not being able to tell him about how much he loved his friend. So he took his friend down to the beach where they were on vacation and he told his friend how much he loved him.”

 

He heard his children sigh happily and snuggle even closer to him.

 

“I love this next part.” The little boy quietly said, eyes drooping.

 

“And, as I said, love works in mysterious ways… His friend felt exactly the same way. And they kissed each-other for the first time as the sun set on the horizon. They moved into a castle together and they began building a family. But something was still missing from their lives.The pitter patter of small feet. They fought very hard to get the two things they love most in the whole world. A little boy and a little girl.”

 

He looked down on the, now softly snoring, children and smiled. A shadow suddenly blocked the light streaming in from the hallway.

 

“And they lived happily ever after, right?”

 

Chris smiled brightly at Jonny as he untangled himself from the children’s embrace and got out of the bed.

 

“Yeah.” He smiled back at Chris. “They absolutely did.”

 

He kissed Chris squarely on the mouth.

“Come on, I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”

 

“And here I am, thinking I couldn’t love you more after that wonderful story.” Chris sighed happily and wrapped a thin arm around Jonny.

 

They laughed together as they descended the stairs, and Chris kissed Jonny on that spot right below his ear, which made his knees quiver.

 

Life really was perfect.

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 4

 

 

 

"I took my love down to violet hill" Chris sang, looking over to Jonny as he did so while the car made it's way down the motorway. "There we sat in the snow" he continued, Jonny sighed. "All that time we were silent still" he continued to continue, staring at Jonny. "If you love me won't you let me know, if you love me won't you let me know?"

The song finished. Viva La Vida was up next. Jonny knew it and you can bet that Chris knew it. It wasn't one of Jonny's favourite songs, it never really got the Jonny Buckland seal of approval. Jonny's eyes were now closed. Chris knew that Jonny didn't like 'Viva La Vida' and, being sympathetic, decided to take the CD out of the CD player. Jonny's eyes opened after several seconds to the sight of his friend, Chris.

"Morning, sleepy head!" Chris said.

"What? What? It's not the morning is it, I haven't slept all this time, have I?” Jonny said, getting worried. Chris laughed.

“No, no, you haven’t, I am just joking” Chris said, smiling. Jonny couldn’t help but smile back at his friend.

“Chris” Jonny asked.

“Yes” Chris replied.

“Please can we stop to go to the toilet” Jonny asked. Chris thought long and hard before answering.

“Yes” he said, let’s just get round this corner and we’ll stop at that nice looking place over there.

“Chris, that is a strip club!” Jonny exclaimed, his eyes almost coming out of their sockets.

“Lighten up Jonny, it’s getting dark, it’s time for the boys to come out and play!” Chris said, pulling over beside the strip club. Chris stopped the car and unlocked the doors. Jonny reached out to open the door of the car before being grabbed by the hand by Chris.

“What are you doing?” Jonny asked before Chris produced something from his pockets. “What’s that? Are they handcuffs!”

“Yes, they are to keep you from running away!” Chris exclaimed, trying to put the ‘cuffs on Jonny.

“Great, your taking a man in handcuffs into a strip club, no, that doesn’t look weird at all!” Jonny said, generally scared.

Jonny began to squirm. “Hold still and let Chris handcuff you okay!”

“Look, they aren’t even normal handcuffs, they have the words ‘Kinky Handcuffs’ written on them” Jonny said, fearing that Chris had gone insane. The handcuffs clicked around Jonny’s wrists.

“Let’s go....gimp!” Chris proclaimed.

 

Brake Fast

Part 5

 

 

“Oi! Poofters” A shabbily dressed man said as Jonny and Chris approached the strip club. “This is a strip club for straight guys, y’know” he continued, laughing idiotically.

“Don’t worry they can’t say anything more” Chris said, leading Jonny to the entrance of the strip club, Jonny had his head in his hands.

“Oh and nice car” the man said, laughing even more idiotically as he walked into the strip club, past the bouncer. Chris was not impressed.

“Names please” the bouncer asked. Jonny was jumping up and down. He really needed the toilet.

“Calm down Jonny!” Chris said reaching for the whip in his back pocket. The bouncer raised his eyebrows, Chris noticed this and put the whip back in his pocket. He was overstepping the mark, just a little bit.

“Names?, what do you mean? It’s not like this is a private party” Chris said, laughing.

“Uhh, look at the sign above” the bouncer said, signalling upwards. Chris looked up and began to read.

“Stuart’s Big Bash!” Chris read. “Who the hell is Stuart”

“Someone who has just become a millionaire and he is celebrating, anyway, it’s nothing to do with you, please can you vacate the premises” the bouncer asked.

“Okay, Jonny, let’s go” Chris said, looking down. Somehow Jonny managed to look even further down and as they began to turn round to walk back to the car, a man walked out of the strip club. Chris recognised him straight away. It was Stuart.

“Stuart, you alright buddy?” Chris asked, smiling, happy to see Stuart again. Stuart, however, did not feel the same way and dropped a glass of wine on the floor. “What’s the matter buddy?”

“I’m sorry” Stuart said.

“Sorry for what?” Chris asked before Stuart realised that Chris had no idea that he was still in possession of Chris’ credit card and spending it on many things such as this party. Stuart’s expression changed to a smile.

“Nothing, sorry that I didn’t invite you to this party” Stuart said, grinning. “Let them in”

The bouncer reluctantly let Chris and Jonny in who followed Stuart.

“So” Stuart said, walking past several strippers on his way to the bar, quickly followed by Chris and Jonny. “Who is your friend?”

“This is Jonny” Chris said. Jonny suddenly burst, not literally but with words, well, you’ll see what I mean in a minute.

“Please can I go to the toilet” Jonny exclaimed. He burst with exclamation.

“Yes sure” Stuart said.

“I’ll have to go with him!” Chris said. Jonny’s face dropped.

“You are kidding” Jonny said, not believing what he was hearing. “Actually I shouldn’t be surprised after seeing what you have put me through so far today!”

Stuart thought about saying something but decided not to. He didn’t want to push it. He had just got away with theft.

“Do you want to go to the toilet or not?” Chris asked. Jonny sighed.

“Fine, take me there” Jonny said, holding out his handcuffed hands.

“We won’t be a minute” Chris said, smiling, leading Jonny into the toilets and towards the urinals.

“You can’t be serious, I’m not going to the toilet in the urinal with you holding my hands” Jonny said.

“Fine, you can be handcuffed to me!” Chris said, reaching for a key from his pocket and unlocking the handcuffs so they attached to himself as well as Jonny.

“What are you doing?” Jonny shouted.

“Don’t worry I won’t look” Chris said.

“If we are going to be together can we at least go in the toilet cubicle where no one else can see us!” Jonny asked.

“Fine, but consider this a luxury, this won’t happen again” Chris said, leading Jonny into the cubicle, banging his head on the door while he did it.

“Do your business” Chris asked, smiling.

“Why the hell do you have to smile like that?” Jonny asked.

“Just go” Chris said.

Jonny knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, before going to do, as Chris said, ‘his business’, Jonny decided to take action and, with Chris turned around, he reached into his pocket, searching for the key.

“What the hell are you doing?” Chris exclaimed.

“Getting the key!” Jonny said, still scrounging in the pocket until he got the key. Chris jumped up in the cubicle, knocking Jonny over who banged his head yet again and in the process dropping the key into the toilet.

“No, no, no!” Jonny said, nursing his sore head while staring at Chris who was staring at the flusher on the toilet. “Don’t even think about it!”

“Now we can be friends forever” Chris proclaimed as he flushed the toilet.

 

 

 

Ok, so I decided to continue in the same universe as Bedtime Story, 'cause you liked it and so did I :P

 

 

Bedtime Story Series

Daddies

 

 

 

Chris drew his eyes away from the book he was reading. He’d re-read the same page over and over, not being able to concentrate.

 

“Jonny?”

 

“Mhm?” Jonny answered, not being able to take his mind of his own book.

 

“I love just being in bed with you like this, but…”

 

“But what?” Jonny finally looked up at his husband. Husband. He smiled to himself and twisted the thin gold band on his ring finger. He loved that word.

 

Chris hesitated. “Don’t you feel like there’s something missing?”

 

“I’m not following you.”

 

“Ehm…” Chris buried his hands in his hair and mumbled something unintelligible.

 

“Honey, you’re mumbling.”

 

“Sorry.” He took a deep breath. “I want a baby.”

 

“A baby?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh. Chris, you are aware of how the human reproductive system works, right? We can’t have a baby.” His eyes sparkled with humor.

 

“Ha-ha, very funny. Of course I know that.” He got up from under the warm covers and walked over to the dresser across the room; he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out some papers.

He threw them to Jonny.

 

“We could adopt.”

 

Jonny from the papers to Chris. “You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

 

“Very much so.”

 

“Wow.” He paused. “Alright.”

 

“What?”

 

“Alright, yes, of course I want a baby with you!”

 

Chris broke out in a big smile, blue eyes shining.

 

“We’re gonna have a baby!” He jumped up and bounced on the bed. “Let’s celebrate.” He raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and Jonny grinned.

 

“Sounds perfect.”

 

Chris jumped down on top of Jonny and kissed him hard.

 

“I love you, you silly man.” Jonny breathed and Chris answered by kissing him again.

 

-*-

 

Chris bounced on his heels outside of the adoption centre. He was waiting anxiously for Jonny, who normally always was on time. Soon he heard approaching steps and he ran up to greet him.

 

“Hey.” He hugged him tightly. “God, I’m so nervous.”

 

“Oh, come on, Chris.” Jonny smiled. “It’ll go perfectly fine.”

 

-*-

 

“What do you mean we’re not eligible parents?!” Chris raised his voice.

 

“I’m sorry Mr. Martin, but at the moment we’re only accepting heterosexual couples.”

 

“But we’re not gay!”

 

The woman behind the desk paused and frowned.

 

“Yes, Mr. Martin, you are.”

 

“Fine. We are. But why should you care? We’re married for crying out loud!”

 

“I know that, sir.”

 

“Well, then, what’s the problem? We would lo-“He sighed and Jonny squeezed his hand.

 

“Listen. This is the fourth adoption agency we’ve been to. You’ve all told us the same thing. Isn’t there anything we can do?” Jonny pleaded with the woman.

 

“I don’t make the rules, I’m terribly sorry.”

 

“Thank you for your time.” Jonny sarcastically said and pulled Chris with him out of there.

 

-*-

 

“Jonny?”

 

“Yes?” He answered, moments away from sleep.

 

“I still want a baby.” Chris miserably announced.

 

Jonny sat up and flicked on the lamp.

“I know. So do I. But, Chris… It’s been over five months now and still no word from any of the agencies. There really isn’t anything we can do at the moment.”

 

“How about a surrogate mother then?”

 

Jonny opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind.

 

“You know what… That could probably work…”

 

“I’m glad you approve, ‘cause I have some papers!” He jumped up from the bed and retrieved said papers.

 

Jonny looked them over.

“Well…” He bit his lip. “I think we should ask someone we know. That way we won’t get some nutcase on our hands.”

 

“So we’re doing this?” Chris excitedly asked.

 

“Looks like.”

 

“You’re the best husband in the world.”

 

Jonny smiled. “Well, who should we ask?”

 

“I dunno…” He lit up. “Maybe we could ask Marianne!”

 

“Ehm, Chris… As lovely as she is, I don’t think Will would like that.”

 

“You’re probably right about that.” He laughed to himself. “Imagine that conversation. ‘Hey, Will, my man, can we use your wife as the oven for our bun?’”

 

Jonny bit back a laugh. “Not the dream conversation really, huh?”

 

“No…” Chris’ expression turned horrified. “Wait, does one of us have to have sex with the surrogate?!”

 

Jonny laughed. “No.”

 

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. “Phew. That would’ve been even more awkward.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

-*-

 

“No, Chris, I don’t really feel comfortable with you using my wife as ‘oven for your bun’ as you so eloquently put it.” Will fixed Chris with a disapproving glare.

 

“I didn’t mean to put it like that! It’s just me and Jonny were in bed the other night and-“

 

“Thanks, that is as much information as I need.”

 

“Oh, whatever. Please don’t tell Jon I asked you, he didn’t want to.”

 

“Really? Why?”

 

“’Cause he knew you’d say no, I guess. And I… You know, we’ve asked all the women that we know. Nobody wants to do it. This was really our last resort. Well, you were our first choice… But you know… Awkward and all. ” Chris said, defeated, and sat down on Will’s couch.

 

“Look. I’m so sorry for you Chris. I know how much you two want a child… And I really wouldn’t have a problem with it… But I can’t ask that of Marianne.”

 

“Ask me what?” Marianne walked in through the living room door, taking off her scarf. “Well?”

 

“Nothing.” Chris said, getting up from the couch, kissing her on the cheek. “I better go.”

 

He quietly closed the door behind him and walked, shoulders slumped, down the road.

 

Marianne pursed her lips as she watched Chris walk away from their house.

 

“Aw, look at him.” She shook her head. “Have you seen how thin he looks?”

 

Will nodded. “Yeah, Jonny called me earlier this week. Apparently he barely eats anymore.”

 

“Because of this baby business?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“What was it that you couldn’t ask of me?”

 

“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s nothing important.”

 

“Will, you said it was something that you didn’t have a problem with.” She fixed him with a disapproving glare that matched his own.

 

“Fine. Chris asked me if I would ask you to be the surrogate to his and Jonny’s child.”

 

Marianne quickly walked out of the room.

“I already told him no!” Will shouted and followed her into the kitchen.

 

“Hi. Jonny?” She turned around to face her husband, telephone pressed against her ear. She smiled.

 

“Tell Chris I’ll do it.”

 

-*-

Chris paced the hallway.

 

“Honey, please calm down, you’re making me even more nervous than I already am.”

 

Chris stopped in his tracks.

 

“You’re nervous too?”

 

“Of course I am!”

 

Chris kissed Jonny’s forehead.

 

“I can’t believe that it’s time already.”

 

Jonny smiled a shaky smile. “Me neither.” He hugged Chris tightly. “You’ll make the best father.”

A pair of doors swung up behind Chris and the both men turned around.

 

“Will!” Jonny exclaimed, standing up.

 

Will grinned broadly. “Come on in, you guys… We have a surprise for you.”

 

They tiptoed into the delivery room and Chris had to sit down not to faint.

 

“Oh my…” He got teary and squeezed Jonny’s hand. Jonny fought back tears as well.

 

“Say hello to your children!” Marianne laughed.

 

“There are two…” Chris whispered, stunned.

 

“A boy and a girl.” Will said happily.

 

“Wow.” Jonny breathed.

 

“Come on, then.” Marianne said. “They want to meet their daddies!”

 

Chris was carefully handed his baby daughter and he began to cry in earnest.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He whispered in a shaky voice and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

 

Jonny wiped his cheeks and accepted the baby boy into his arms. He sat down next to Chris and put his head on his shoulder.

 

“They’re beautiful…” He whispered. He looked up at Marianne. “Thank you.”

 

She smiled and wiped her own eyes.

 

Chris looked up from his daughter and looked to Will. “I think her name is Sara.”

 

Will, already choked up, smiled and blinked away tears in his eyes.

 

“Really?”

 

Jonny agreed.

 

“Wow, thank you.”

 

“It’s the least we could do.”

 

“What about the boy, then?” Marianne asked.

 

At that moment Guy decided to run into the room.

 

“Did I miss it?”

 

He spotted the children in their parents’ laps. He smiled a silly smile. “Wow, aren’t they precious.”

 

“Were not naming him Guy, right?” Chris hissed to Jonny.

 

Jonny just smiled and discreetly shook his head.

 

-*-

 

“Well, babies.” Chris said, carrying both of their children around the house. “I thought I would give you the grand tour while your other daddy is carrying in your nappies and things. Yeah, I’ve got him whipped alright.”

 

“I heard that!” Jonny’s voice floated up to him from downstairs.

 

“Note to self, babies. Don’t talk about daddy when he can hear it.”

 

“Alright, so this is your room. Do you like it?” The babies snoozed softly against his chest.

 

“I don’t know if that is a yes or a no.”

 

Jonny walked into the room.

 

“They’re amazing.” He took his daughter from Chris’ arms. “How is it possible to love someone this much? Someone you’ve just met?”

 

“I loved you this much when I first met you.” Chris said, shrugging.

Jonny smiled and kissed his husband. They put down the children in their cot.

 

“So? How do you feel?”

 

“I feel like all the pieces have fallen into place.”

 

“Me too.” They looked down on the children, hands clasped together.

 

“But he needs a name.” Chris said.

 

“It’ll come to us someday. We don’t have to hurry. We have all the time in the world.”

 

Chris felt his heart soar.

“Yeah.” He kissed Jonny again. “All the time in the world.”

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 6

 

 

 

 

"Chris, Chris, are you okay, buddy?" Stuart asked, approaching Chris and Jonny as they emerged from the toilets. Stuart stared down at the handcuffs noticing that Chris and Jonny were handcuffed together. Stuart laughed. "You really do party hard, don't you!"

"Haha, yeah we do" Chris replied. Jonny was just staring at the floor, a tear dropping from his eye.

"Woah, dude, is he crying?" Stuart asked, referring to Jonny.

"Of course he isn't!" Chris said, laughing, poking Jonny in the chest. "Anyway, I think we should be going"

"No, no, stay, I insist, this is my party and I want you to have lots of fun" Stuart said, smiling as he held up a glass of champagne. The music was loud in the club, there was lots of cheering and leering coming from everyone but Jonny. He was humiliated. One man walked towards Chris and Jonny and made a cheap joke; "I always knew those Coldplays guys were gays!" before laughing and jumping on a table with a stripper.

 

"Stop being pathetic, Jonny" Chris said. "Lets have some fun".

Jonny had had enough and launched himself at Chris, trying to strangle him. Everyone in the club stopped and look at Chris and Jonny, even the DJ stopped and there was absolute silence as Jonny hurled abuse at Chris.

"You have ruined my life, I hate the band, I hate the music and most importantly- I hate you" Jonny shouted, punching Chris with Chris' own hand. "Stop hitting yourself" Jonny proclaimed with delight. Chris managed to push Jonny away and turned towards Stuart.

"I'm sorry" Chris said. Jonny shook his head. "Lets go, Jonny" Chris said, running out the door of the club, while Jonny managed to fall over and be dragged along the floor.

 

Chris and Jonny stopped outside.

"Why the hell are you stopping?" Jonny asked.

"Look" Chris said.

"Look at what?" Jonny replied.

"Look at the car" Chris screamed, fighting back tears. Jonny looked over to the car, the yellow Volkswagen Beetle with burst tires and smashed windows.

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 7

 

 

 

 

"I don't know what to say, I know that you really loved that car, I'm sorry" Jonny said, generally sympathetic.

"I did" Chris said, sighing. "Did"

"Huh?" Jonny asked.

"I can love again" Chris said, smiling. "I'll just buy another one"

"Oh, cool, I guess" Jonny replied. "How?"

"I'll just get when with my credit card" Chris said, walking towards the car.

"Now?" Jonny replied.

"Why not, theres no time like the present" Chris said.

"Where from? And how?" Jonny asked, puzzled. "You do know everything will be closed"

"Oh yeah, theres always something isn't there" Chris chuckled.

 

There was a pause for a few moments between the two men, stood outside of a strip club at night in the freezing cold. Chris looked over to Jonny and noticed him shivering. Chris smiled, took off his jacket and gave it to Jonny.

"Thank you" Jonny said, amazed at what Chris had just done for him. "I'm sorry"

"No, I'm sorry, look, shall we go somewhere and get these handcuffs off?" Chris asked, smiling. Jonny paused before answering.

"Not before we have some fun" Jonny said, grinning like a little kid. "Follow me" he said and began to run, Chris smiled as he followed Jonny. He didn't have much choice but, he wanted to.

Jonny kept running and running. Chris couldn't keep up.

"Slow down Jonny" Chris exclaimed, out of breath. Jonny turned round to look at Chris and as he did so he tripped over a stone onto the grass below, quickly followed by Chris. Side by side, Chris and Jonny looked at each other.

"Chris" Jonny said.

"Jonny" Chris said, complementing Jonny. "Can I have my jacket back"

Jonny laughed. "And my t-shirt, and my trousers" Chris continued, Jonny was still laughing.

"Do y'know what?" Jonny asked, slowly taking over Chris' jacket and his t-shirt and trousers, like Chris asked.

"What?" Chris replied, smiling as he began to see more of Jonny's flesh.

"I'm a liar!" Jonny proclaimed.

"And why are you a liar?" Chris asked, wondering what Jonny was going to say next.

"I said that I hated you!" Jonny said. Chris put his hand on his shoulder. "I've got a question" Jonny asked as Chris' hand made its way down his chest.

"Yes?" asked Chris.

"What is the opposite of hate?"

"Love"

 

 

Valantines Day

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you liked it :wacko:

And the new kind of animation :D

 

Happy Singles Awareness Everybody! :kiss: :heart:

The VD Story :charming:

 

 

“Are you ready?”

 

“Almost. Give me a minute.”

 

“We don't have to do this, you know-”

 

“It's fine.”

 

“-if you don't want to-”

 

“It's fine!”

 

“OK. It just seems like you don't want to do it.”

 

“Hey,” Jonny lifted Chris's chin and forced their eyes to meet, “I want to.” Chris gazed into Jonny's lovely green eyes with a hint of disbelief, then smiled widely. He had to try very hard to contain himself and not burst into a million pieces right on the spot.

 

“Good,” Chris said through his goofy grin. He grabbed a flat, circular object that Jonny was holding in his other hand and started to back away. “Go on,” he told Jonny, motioning for him to back up as well, but in the other direction.

 

Jonny sighed, but did as he was told. He walked down to the end of the giant, grassy field and turned around. Chris was a rather long distance away, hopping restlessly at the other end of the field. Jonny waved his hand to give Chris the signal that he was ready. Then he braced himself.

 

This flat, circular, pink object came flying at Jonny at a speed greater than he could ever hope to reach. Chris never really did know his own strength. Jonny was fully prepared to not catch the flying object as it came soaring towards his head, but somehow he managed to gather just enough luck to grab it before it passed him.

 

He looked down and sighed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten Chris a frisbee for Valentine's Day, but he also knew that Chris would absolutely love it. And Chris did love it, so for that Jonny was happy. On the other hand, Jonny was absolutely rubbish at playing, and he felt like that might lessen the fun for Chris. Nevertheless, he brought the frisbee close to his chest, then flung his arm backwards and sent it off to Chris. Chris caught it with a thousand times more grace than Jonny had, but instead of being bitter about it, Jonny just smiled at the man he loved.

 

They kept on playing for quite a while. Then one time, after he had thrown the frisbee to Jonny, Chris glanced around at the other people at the park. There were a lot of young couples, not surprisingly, and some of them had small children with them. Chris smiled happily at the sight, and the thought of having his own children someday crossed his mind. He and Jonny were still young, but he knew that he didn't want to spend his life with anyone else. He continued smiling as he looked back in the sky to locate the frisbee. It wasn't there, so he looked down towards the ground, assuming that Jonny had caught it. But Jonny wasn't anywhere to be seen, either.

 

“Jonny?”

 

Chris was just about to turn around when suddenly he was pulled backwards by a pair of arms wrapped around his abdomen. There was also some object being pressed against his stomach. He gave a girlish shriek, and looked down at the hands to see the missing frisbee. He turned his head enough to be able to see Jonny behind him, smiling and laughing in the adorable way the he always did.

 

“Miss me?” Jonny quietly laughed, resting his chin on Chris's shoulder and readjusting his grip.

 

“Only always, Jonnyboy,” Chris chirped. He moved his arm and grabbed one of Jonny's hands with his long, slender fingers. Jonny smiled and kissed Chris just below his jaw.

 

“I love you, Chris.”

 

“And I you,” Chris replied, all the while slipping his hand under the rim of the frisbee. Then, with one swift motion, he yanked the frisbee away and broke free of Jonny's hold, sprinting to where Jonny had been standing earlier. Jonny rolled his eyes, but smiled, even though he realized he was in for a long day.

 

 

The day wasn't actually as long as he prepared himself for, though, because eventually his level of skill brought along an unfortunate event, one which he was surprised hadn't happened sooner. Chris threw the frisbee, and instead of catching it, Jonny missed, and it hit him square in the nose. He gave a painful cry, and reached for his nose, which was now bleeding. Chris was by his side in a matter of seconds, cooing and apologizing like there was no tomorrow.

 

“Jonny, I'm so sorry! Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Jonny! Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!” Chris was all over Jonny, trying to pry Jonny's hand away from his nose so he could see the damage. When he saw a little bit of the blood dripping from Jonny's nose, he frowned, and his lips began to tremble as his eyes watered. “Jonny, we can go home now.”

 

“Nah, we can stay. I'll be- Chris,” Jonny stopped mid-sentence and looked up. “Are you crying?”

 

“No,” Chris replied, sniffling. “I'm just sad because you're hurt.”

 

“Well, geez, I'm not dying or anything.” Jonny bent down to pick the frisbee up off the ground, but before he stood back up, Chris stopped him.

 

“Listen, Jonny, you can't play like this!"

 

“Chris, it's fine.” Jonny's protests had no effect, though. Chris simply eased the frisbee out of Jonny's hands and ran to their car, which was parked close by. He threw open the front door and placed the frisbee inside, then ran back to Jonny without closing the door. “What are you doing?” Jonny asked.

 

Chris didn't answer, but he walked over to Jonny's side. He moved his arms, and the next thing Jonny knew, he was being carried to the car by a rather strong Chris.

 

“We're going home, Jonny. I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are.”

 

“Holy shit, Chris!” Jonny laughed. “All right! You don't have to carry me.”

 

Chris smiled and put Jonny down, but by that time they were already at the car. Chris waited by the door until Jonny was sitting down and buckled, then he carefully closed the door and ran to the driver's side.

 

“Jonny, I'm sorry,” Chris apologized again before starting the car. Jonny just laughed and shook his head.

 

“Don't be sorry, Chris, it's not your fault.”

 

“Yes, it is, I'm the one who threw it!”

 

“Yeah, but I'm the one who didn't catch it. And,” Jonny added, “if you want to get technical, I'm the one who bought it.”

 

“But you bought it because I said that we should celebrate Valentine's Day.”

 

Jonny didn't immediately respond; he thought for a while. “Fine, it's your fault.”

 

“It is?” Chris wasn't so much upset as he was confused by Jonny's decision.

 

“Yeah.” Jonny turned to Chris, who in turn looked back at Jonny, though only briefly, since he was driving. “Because you're the one who made me fall in love with you.”

 

Chris blushed and smiled. Then, after a certain amount of time, his smile morphed from a happy one to a rather cheeky one. He glanced at Jonny again, who looked back expectantly.

 

“You know,” Chris said, “I still have to give you your present.” Then he winked.

 

 

You

A Short Valentines Day Story by iPsy

 

 

 

 

"It's 22 degrees, the hottest Valentines Day on record, it is getting hot in here! Get in the mood for love, head to the beach, head to town, have fun" The TV blared.

 

"Jonny have you got the table booked for tonight?" Chris asked.. "You have, great, hey, I've got to go man, Gwyneth is just coming in, remember that I love you!"

"Hey Chris, happy valentines day" Gwyneth said, kissing Chris and handing him a card and a present.

"Oh, thanks darling" Chris replied smiling as he opened his present. It was a new iPod. "Oh, thanks Gwyneth" Chris said, kissing his wife on the lips.

"Where is my present then?" Gwyneth asked.

"Don't worry, it is coming" Chris said, walking out the room. Gwyneth watched her husband walk out, as he did so, a piece of paper fell out of his pocket. Gwyneth raised her eyebrows as she went to pick it up. Gwyneth stared down at the paper and grinned, it read; Jooles Restaurant, 14th February 8:00. She was like a giddy young girl as she ran upstairs to tend to her children.

 

"Yes, this looks to be the best Valentines Day for years and years" the TV blared. Guy was spread out on the sofa, yawning as he made his way through a box of chocolates. He didn't like the word 'Valentine' and when he heard the word come from the television, he threw his slipper at it. "This is going to be a long day" he moaned.

 

"I've told you, Jonny, I am on holiday" Will said, grinning as he tucked into a meal with his wife. "No, I can't come over for the big surprise" he continued to talk on the phone. "Look, I hope you have fun, bye!" Will said, hanging up the phone. He sat back in his seat, in the restaurant with his wife and kids by his side in Australia. He was on top of the world, or rather at the bottom.

 

Jonny skipped around his bedroom, collapsing on his bed, grinning to himself; "I love Valentine's day" he muttered, clutching at a soft toy.

 

"So Chris" Gwyneth asked. "Are we going to the beach?"

"We could do" Chris replied, cuddling his wife.

"Is that a yes?" Gwyneth asked again, smiling.

"Go on, get your stuff, I'll meet you down there!" Chris said.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Gwyneth asked.

"I'll meet you down there, there is just a few things I need to do first" Chris grinned.

"Don't let me stop you" Gwyneth replied, grinning as she wondered what Chris was going to do for her. Buy her a car? Buy her a new house? Clothes? Shoes? The possibilities were endless.

 

The hours passed and Gwyneth was on the beach with the kids.

"Mummy" Moses asked.

"Yes, Moses?" Gwyneth replied, looking upset, fighting back tears.

"What's the matter?"

"Ask your daddy, if he ever shows up!" Gwyneth exclaimed, crushing sand in her hands.

 

"Have you got your bags?" Chris asked.

"They're packed" Jonny replied, biting his lip. "I can't believe we are actually doing this!"

"Neither can I" Chris said, hugging Jonny. "I can't believe that we are running away and starting a new life together"

"But first, let's go to dinner!" Jonny said, grasping Chris' hand. "Happy Valentines Day, my rock star!

 

 

 

My silly contribution to the Valentine's Day theme.

It is dedicated to Brooke and Katie: My biggest Valentine's

 

HARD TARGET

 

 

 

 

Three little cupids were flying around the studio.

"Do you see what I mean NOW?" the first one said.

"Indeed I do," the second one said.

"He is so spastic there is no way I can hit him with an arrow," the first one wailed.

Just then Chris flew by at the speed of light.

The third cupid lined his arrow up on Chris and closed one eye.

"I can get the little chocoholic," he said.

He drew a bead on Chris and let the arrow fly.

Chris chose just that moment to perform a perfect ballet leap.

The arrow zinged by and hit Guy on the arm.

Guy moved a little bit and scratched at the spot.

"Nice," the first cupid said with sarcasm.

The third cupid shrugged and slunk away.

Guy looked over at Jonny.

"Say man, what do you say we go out for awhile?" he asked with a little leer on his face.

Jonny frowned at him and moved a bit away from him.

Chris flew by again.

"Lay off the candy man," Guy said.

Jonny shot daggers at Guy.

"Leave Chris alone," he said, "It's Valentine's Day. He can eat all the chocolate he wants. If that is what he wants."

"Well what do you want for Valentine's Day?" Guy asked, raising an eyebrow at Jonny.

Jonny got up and walked across the room to where Will was sitting.

"Will, Guy is acting creepy," he said.

"What's new?" Will asked, still reading his magazine.

"Make him leave me alone," Jonny pleaded.

Will took a deep breath.

"Leave Jonny alone Guy," he said, as he popped a few M & M's into his mouth.

The second cupid looked around the room.

Chris was standing on his head in the corner, sucking on a Tootsie Roll pop.

"How many licks does it take to get to the center?" Chris was singing loudly.

"How many, Jon?"

Jonny looked at him and shook his head.

He was thinking of how many licks but he wasn't thinking of the Tootsie Toll pop.

"I can get him now," the second cupid said.

He lined up his arrow on Chris' cute little butt.

Just then Will stood up and walked toward Guy.

"I said, "Leave Jonny alone," he repeated, hitting Guy on the head with a rolled up newspaper.

The arrow was already on it's way.

Chris did a perfect somersault away from the wall.

The arrow hit Will right in the side of his hip.

He moved a bit as he felt a little twinge.

"Why do I have to leave him alone?" Guy whined.

"Because he is mine," Will said, looking across the room at Jonny and smiling.

Jonny rolled his eyes.

"You are all fired!!!" the first cupid yelled, "Now look what you have done!!! Everyone wants Jonny except Chris!!"

The third cupid was looking at the room with a smug file on his face.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he said, pointing at the room.

Chris was doing a series of turns around the room.

The kind where his arms are wide open.

On his last turn he swung around just perfectly so that he pinned Jonny against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Jonny asked.

"Giving you a present. Isn't today the day for lovers?" Chris asked, with his big blue eyes sparkling.

"Yes," Jonny stammered.

Chris reached into his pocket.

"Here," he said, handing Jonny a sleek smooth card.

"It's a hotel room key. Be there in twenty minutes."

Then he leaned down and almost kissed Jonny, but pulled away at the last second.

Jonny almost fainted.

"How did you know?" Jonny asked, with wide green eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous love," Chris said, "Everybody knows."

 

 

 

My contribution to the VD-stories! :P

Bedtime Story Series

 

The Treasure Hunt

 

 

Chris ran around the house acting very strange. He was all jumpy and energetic… Well, even more so than usual. The children soon caught on his weird behavior and started running up and down the stairs, singing loudly.

 

Jonny sat in the downstairs kitchen, trying to block out all the noise. He was soon at his wits end.

“Kids! Stop that right away, please!”

 

“But daddy gets to run around!” Sara protested loudly.

 

“Daddy is not allowed to run around either, but I’m sure he has some sort of brilliant reason to do so.”

 

And as soon he had finished his sentence a twitchy Chris appeared at his side, brimming with energy.

 

“Hey, Jon, sweetie?”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“Could you maybe take the kids out of here for an hour or something?” He said under his breath.

 

“Why?”

 

“It’s a surp- I mean, I need peace and quiet to work on a new song.”

 

Jonny frowned, but he was never one to turn down a surprise.

 

“Alright. You’ll get 90 minutes.”

 

Chris lit up. “Fantastic!” He kissed Jonny and the kids before running up the stairs again.

 

-*-

Chris was waiting in the hallway when they got back. He was munching on a chocolate bar. Something which almost never was a good sign.

 

“Welcome home, dear family!” He greeted happily.

 

Jonny held their two children back.

“Watch out, kids. Daddy is eating chocolate.”

 

The children mock-gasped and hid behind their father’s legs.

 

“Ha-ha, you are all extremely funny.” He stuck his tongue out. “Anyway. I know you’re all anxious to know what I’ve been up to today… So let’s begin.” He cleared his throat. “Can anybody tell me what day it is?”

 

“Monday!” The children said together.

 

“Yes, it’s Monday, but it’s also a very special day.”

 

Jonny smiled. “It’s February 14th.”

 

“It sure is, Jonny-boy!” Chris rubbed his hands together. “And that also means that it’s Valentine’s Day! And for that, my dearest family, I have designed for you…” He slapped his thighs, imitating a drum roll “…A treasure hunt!”

 

“Yaaay!” The children went wild and jumped around Chris, eyes sparkling and hair flying.

 

“Why don’t you kids go on yours first?” He handed his son a piece of paper with a squiggly drawing of a squirrel on it.

 

“I don’t understand.” The little boy said, knitting his tiny eyebrows together.

 

“You have to find another place in the house which has a squirrel, and there you’ll find the next clue!”

 

The children looked at each-other for a while before exclaiming at the same time;

“The library!”

 

Jonny and Chris watched their children run around the house searching for clues at a break-neck speed. Their somewhat psychic twin abilities enabling them to figure out the most of the clues faster than Chris had anticipated.

 

They ran up to their fathers half an hour later with their final clue. A small silver key.

 

“Where does it go, Daddy?” The children’s eyes gleamed with anticipation and Chris retrieved a small box from the bookcase.

 

“My wonderful children, you have reached the end of your hunt. In here lies your price.” He presented the box with a flourish.

 

The children squealed loudly and grabbed the box from their father.

 

They unlocked it and picked out two slips of paper. They both wore matching frowns and turned to Chris.

 

“Daddy, what is it?”

 

“Oh, it’s just a little something I would like to call… Two tickets to Euro Disneyland with the Champion family!”

 

The children’s mouths were wide open before they squealed loudly again, breaking out into an impromptu song.

 

“We’re going to Disneyland! Disneyland, Disneyland!”

 

Sara pulled on Chris pant leg. “When?!”

 

“In two hours, so you better pack quickly!”

 

The children screamed with glee and stormed up the stairs.

 

“And that, my dear husband…” Chris said under his breath. “Is also my Valentine’s gift to us.”

 

“What?” Disneyland?" Jonny laughed.

“As much as I'd love to... No. Just imagine. Our two little monsters, who I adore to no end, will be out the door in two hours. Which leaves just you and me… And an empty house for three days.”

 

“Oooh…” Jonny caught on. “I see where you’re going with this…” He took a step closer to Chris.

 

“Oh, yeah.” Chris kissed Jonny softly. “Just two more hours.” He whispered and turned on his heel, heading up the stairs. Jonny blinked a few times before getting back to reality.

 

“Come on, you tease! Get back here!” Jonny chased after a grinning Chris.

 

It was a happy Valentine’s Day indeed.

 

 

Across The Universe

 

Okay, I guess this is a V-Day fic.

 

 

 

February 14th, 1976

 

 

Dear Jonny,

 

Well it's that day of the year again. Yes, you guessed it. Today is Valentine's Day. It seems surreal that this much time has passed already. I am not sure you remember how long it has been, since I am not exactly sure what you are up to these days. Something far too interesting for you to bother to remember about little old me I am sure. But that's okay, you deserve to enjoy yourself. You have been through so much, haven't you? More than you would ever tell me about. Anyways, if you care to take a trip down memory lane, I can provide the acid. Hah hah, just kidding. We already tried that back in '66. Certainly you remember that. When you saw a whale swimming in our pool, you vowed never to do it again.

 

I am losing my train of thought. I'm sorry, I know you have always said I should ramble less. Or is it me who says that? I don't know. But anyways, here is a little refresher. One year ago today, I received your last letter. Maybe I should just quote it for you. I am sure I have somewhere around here. Yes, I do have it. It is still under my pillow, how could I have forgotten? I don't know how I manage myself without you. But I suppose in this letter I do have a piece of you with me. And I also suppose I should write it out for you now. Here is what you wrote. Does it ring a bell?

 

 

 

Feb. 14th, 1975

 

 

Dear Chris,

 

Happy Valentine's Day. I hope this arrives on time. I would hate for you to think I forgot about this special day .I'm sorry I have no gift for you, as I am sure you are aware, but I hope this letter will be enough. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. It is thoughts of you and only you which keep me going in this terrible place.

 

Sometimes, and don't freak out when I say this, when I wake up in my cot to the sound of gunfire and men screaming and shouting, I consider giving up, accepting defeat. I think how it would feel to get a gun in my hand and aim it at my own head. But then your face flashes in front of my eyes. Your beautifully sculpted face, with angel's eyes. And then I see that same face contort into a grimace; I see those eyes fill up with tears. And I feel my heart jump and beat life back into my bones. And I know that I've got to keep going, if just to see you again and to keep you happy.

 

And did I tell you? There is talk about a pull out. I am sure you have heard that funding is slowly being cut off. But this is still quite sudden. Not one of us expected to get out so early. I think of the civilians we will leave behind, but I must say with all honesty that I couldn't care less. Because in about forty days or so, a helicopter will get us the fuck out of here and I will be able to hold you in my arms again. I'll see you soon, my love.

 

-Jonathon

 

 

In the next letter I sent you, I told you how much that meant to me. But who knows if you ever got it? I doubt it. I don't think it was even delivered to the correct place. So I will tell you again in this one. That letter meant the world to me. Knowing just how much you cared, it filled me with the greatest of joys. And I hope you will be filled with an equal amount of joy when you read my reaction to it.

 

But once again, I don't expect much. Who knows what kinds of exciting things you do in your daily routine now. Surely it is far more interesting than a pathetic thin man in a ratty old bathrobe, writing to you from his bedroom in the house he shares with no one. I know I promised I'd move on if things turned out like this. I am sorry that it has been nearly a year since that day and yet that promise remains unfulfilled. But after I send this to you, I think I can finally begin to keep it. I just needed to say goodbye.

 

So here it is. Goodbye Jonathon Buckland. I have always loved you. I love you even as I write this, and I can guarantee that in the future I will feel the same, even after I've moved on. Every day, I stare at your hat and am filled with affection for you. Oh, and I'm sorry, but I threw out the pocket knife. I just couldn't bear to look at it. It reminded me of.....well I'm sure you know. I don't have to tell you what happened do I? I'd rather not dwell on that anyways. Not for another couple of weeks, that is.

 

But you can be assured that on March 1st I will weep for you. That is nothing new, nor unexpected I'm sure. You must have known it would be like this. I hope you don't feel bad about it, because I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. I know you tried your hardest. It could have happened to anybody. I'm sure it probably did happen to many others. But that doesn't change how much it hurts, how much I wish I could wrap my arms around you just one more time, or even see your face.

 

But a letter is what I what I have, and a letter is what I will have to make do with. I hope you can make do with one too. I hope in this measly letter I can express the amount of love I feel for you. And the amount of longing I have deep inside to be with you now. But I will carry on, for your sake. You wouldn't want me to be unhappy. And I am sure you'd rather I didn't join you where you are. I'll abide to your wishes. But be warned, I might just get there eventually. I hope so. Put in a good word for me, eh?

 

Love,

Chris

 

 

Chris folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. He smiled complacently down at it. Slowly, he rose from his old wooden desk chair. He leaned down and lightly kissed the hat sitting lazily on the desk's surface. Then he picked up the letter and walked down the hall and to the main room with a purpose.

 

He stood in front of the fireplace. A fire was already blazing brightly in it, started a few hours before. Chris glanced out the window. It was dusk, and it was snowing. He figured this was a good atmosphere. He looked down once more at the crisp white envelope in his hand. He swallowed, and fixated his gaze on the flames. They would be his messengers tonight.

 

Slowly, tenderly, he leaned down and reached his hand out towards the fire. But his hand never touched the raging flames, the letter did. Chris watched intently as it blackened and smoldered. Tears came to his eyes as he watched the grey ashes float gently up through the chimney. A successful mailing. Wiping the tears away, he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, Jonny."

 

 

 

Okay I am sorry...that was a mood killer.

 

The Tunnel

Chapter One - Greetings

 

"UGHH why are we riding on an train when we have a jet??" Guy pouted.

Chris didn't say anything but Guy didn't seem to notice.

Guy found the compartment car that they reserved.He wondered where Jonny and Will were when they came up behind him. They were laughing and talking about football. He caught a bit of their conversation:

"Tottenham hotspur will beat Arsenal" Jon firmly said.

"Yeah, if Arsenal are drunk of their asses."Will laughed.

 

Guy rolled his eyes as they entered the huge (compartment) car.He wondered why Chris wasn't saying anything, and why he was just sitting sitting there. Guy leaned over and whispered in Wills ear "You would think going in vacation in Wales would make him a bit happier..." Will just shrugged and replied "Somethings just bothering and one of us has to ask him" They both looked at Jon who was sitting next to Chris and twiddling his thumbs while gazing out the window and both nodded. They knew he could hear them but didn't say anything.

Guy started "Jonn-"

"Fine" Jon made a face at them and gently touched Chris on the shoulder

"yeah?" Chris muttered

"Hey, man whats wrong, is everything okay?"

"Well, you um, you remember Alice, my aunt?"

"Of course" How could Jonny forget Alice, she was a pretty tall woman with curly blonde hair and the complete opposite of Chris.

"She............shes dead" Chris started bawling his eyes out.

"WHAT??"Jon sputtered in disbelief and put his arm around Chris comfortingly

Chris laid his head on Jons right shoulder and whimpered and cried "My step-uncle murdered her" He got a sudden look of rage on his beautiful face.

"I knew that guy was a fucking loser"

Guy,Will,and Jon got tears in their eyes as they remembered the little memories they had with Auntie Alice.

"Chris I know that you feel pretty horrified right now, but don't think about it okay,just try to enjoy this vacation which is what Alice would have wanted you to do."Jonny advised.

He hugged Chris and Chris thanked him.

"Yeah I'll try to enjoy the trip, thanks a lot guys" Chris cracked a smile

At that moment a girl with brown hair,wearing a green jacket with black skinny jeans opened the door and said "Um is this car 4-A?"

"Yes it is, are we car-mates?" Chris smiled.

"Oh yes then I guess we are!" She laughed and took a seat next to Jon.

She greeted the guys,told them her name was Mia and that she too was traveling to Wales. When she saw Guy she blushed deeply and looked down at her book and her eyes widened.

"Wait, I know who you guys are,"She got a huge grin on her face " YOU ARE COLDPLAY!!!!!!!!"

"You guys are the best band ever!!!" She said in awe.

"Aww thanks but we're just substitute teachers you know!" Chris laughed.

 

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They headed off to dinner after a while of talking with Mia,they invited her to dinner but denied the invitation and claimed she was meeting another passenger aboard the train.

 

 

Murder

Mini Chapter two - Gone Unnoticed

 

 

Mia quickly walked back to the car, sat down, and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed her sisters number :

"Bella? Bella you'll never guess what happened!! I met Coldplay!!" Mia heard the joyous screams on the other end of the line and laughed. "Yeah I know!! I might try to get their autographs and pictures, but can you believe I'm in the same car as them??"

 

She continued talking to Bella about how sweet the boys were and how amazing they looked. She was looking out the window of the train at the blur of trees.

 

Mia failed to notice the shadow behind her until it was too late.The unknown man stabbed Mia with a knife repeatedly.Mia knew her bloodcurling screams could be heard from the front of the train.

:surprised: