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

 

This is the FINAL chapter. I warn, the cursing has increased in this, the final chapter. It's also the longest chapter, I think.

 

 

That was only to make sure Rachel was happy, she told me to do it. Anyways, ENJOY!

 

 

Chris’ POV

 

There must be, at some point, a line to draw on being used as a doormat. Being treated in such a matter would quickly irritate anybody to a kind of ferocity that borders insanity. Not even I experienced that type of release. I kept myself reserved, kept my mouth shut, felt nothing. The purpose of being lively had faded, which then forced me into an irreversible indifference. First period, I felt nothing. Second, I felt nothing. Third, I felt nothing. Lunch, nothing but numb, even the food itself…

 

Dom had eventually taken up my offer to talk with me that Friday, as he’d been putting it off. “Just one thing, Chris…” he said, “I noticed you’re kinda, uh, out of your normal self. If you’d like to talk about that then, too, by all means, go ahead.” I nodded at him, and continued to sulk.

 

I hadn’t ever noticed how quickly things could change, even in a split second. Before I knew it, Friday had come upon me. The day passed depressively, the same as usual. Except Jonny hadn’t been at our table during lunch, or anywhere I could see. In English class, I saw Jonny, but there was something different about him. I stared at him intensely for a short period of time before coming to a conclusion. He was paler than I remembered him, and his usually lit green eyes had become faded, and I’d noticed they were slightly red.

 

I shouldered this fact, and carried on. I knew he’d most likely had been at the loo shedding a few tears, though I felt the reasoning wasn’t entirely off from my knowledge. Disregarding my concerns, I actually managed remained silent for the whole lesson.

 

Once final period was over, I’d heard a commotion happening in the hallways. Curious, I inspected my surroundings for some sort of clue as to what exactly caused all the hiatus. Suddenly, I felt my heart skip a beat, and sink. Lying there, in serious pain, while being dragged away by the nurse and an assistant, was Jonny. Along with him, a bloody leg. My concern and sadness quickly turned into anger and vengeance. I knew who had done this, and this time he’d gone much too far. Once again, I began a dangerous hunt for Will Champion.

 

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Dom’s POV

 

I always figured someone would find out. I always figured that Matt was just paranoid. I always figured we knew that there was no one we could trust. Though, I had always felt something more decent than any other soul within Jonny Buckland. I felt he understood me, in a way I couldn’t understand. I gained a sense of trust whenever he’d been around me; like he actually wouldn’t look at me differently if I’d told him about me and Matt.

 

Then there was the fact that Matt had always mocked Jonny and Chris for being with each other. Even if he honestly didn’t hold any evidence that would prove it, it was still done. Whenever something like that would be brought up, he always looked down, but there was always a glimmer hidden behind the hat he’d always wear. That glimmer; it meant something deeper than I could think of. One day, I’d finally opted that somebody else ought to know.

 

We’d been laughing about some ridiculous plot on a soap opera both of our mothers watched religiously. I felt like I had no control over my own tongue. “Jonny…” I started. “There’s something important I need to say,”

 

“Oh, god, please don’t tell me--” Before he’d finished his sentence, I barged in.

 

“No, you idiot! It’s about something else…” I stalled. “I’m in love, and involved with… with Matt,” I stared at the floor, scarcely believing the words managed to escape me. Jonny appeared in shock, but stared at me with care.

 

“I never saw it, really... I wasn’t sure you trusted me like that,” Jonny continued to stare. I bit my tongue to stop my foolish tears. A comment like that wasn’t something to be worked up about; but I couldn’t explain why I felt so many emotions all at once. The conversation continued to evolve, and before I knew it, I found more out more than I’d expected. Matt had been right, and Jonny was seriously together with Chris.

 

What he hid behind his hat was more complex than I’d expected. He concealed his longing to be released from the lies, the hurt, and his own misery. Though he usually appeared like quite the happy person, many more things are underlined that I’d noticed.

 

We had promised not to tell either Chris or Matt. We were both fully aware that the both of them would most likely freak out, or end up in a screaming match with each other. Laughing it off, the night continued with lighter conversations and a feeling of release. Finally, someone that wouldn’t give a disgusted look, whisper to anyone in sight or intentionally hurt either Matt or me.

 

I’d been freed from a heavy burden, and all my “what if?” questions that I had been keeping.

 

“Dom? Hello… were you listening?” I heard Matt say. I hadn’t been paying attention to another one of his lunchtime rants.

 

“Huh? Oh, right… what was that you just said? I didn’t quite catch it, you were being chattery again,” I improvised. Matt shook his head, and continued. I always knew somehow that Jonny would come in handy eventually. I knew it from the first day I met him that he understood. I saw it in the way he looked at Chris.

 

“So…” Matt started, sitting beside me, and clapping his hands against his legs. “What about Martin? Are you going to talk to him, or are you going to ditch?” He stared at me, awaiting response. “Personally, I’d prefer the ditching, but that’s just me.”

 

“I’m not ditching Chris later, sorry,” I said in a bored tone. “He needs to talk about something, and I guess it must’ve taken a lot of planning to say.”

 

Matt stared off into space for a few seconds in thought. “Waitaminit, waitaminit…” he chattered, then lowered his voice. “Did you just dismiss the possibility that he was the one who had walked in on us in the bathroom?”

 

“No, I didn’t,” I paused. “But, did you also dismiss that it could just be a normal thing? Chris loves talking, I guess it’s just him being himself,” I kept thinking as to weather Jonny had told Chris… but would he betray in such a matter? I didn’t want to think it, but it could also be a possibility.

 

“I think the kid knows something… and he’s gonna try to squeeze something out of you,” he paused. “That’s it. If he’s carried out planning, I’ll just have to do a pre-search for wire-taps, and stay hidden in case you need me to punch him out. If he knows too much, of course.”

 

“You know what- fine. Just know you’re one paranoid freak, you are.”

 

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Chris’ POV

 

Ravenously, I shoved through the crowd of people, hunting for the offender. The fury inside of me raged on like a forest fire that had spiraled out of control. My day of revenge was finally dawning, and the person who kept everything sealed with a stopper was about to be uncorked.

 

“Where is he?!” I shouted at a group of students.

 

“Your best friend’s being taken away by the nurses, and you’re looking for some other guy?” a girl I’d recognized to be Claire Edith, from English class beckoned.

 

“I’m trying to find the jackass that hurt him! Have you seen Will Champion cowering around? I KNOW YOU’RE HIDING!” I continued to rage. Claire and a few others noiselessly pointed in a direction, to which I took to at full speed. Charging, searching, speeding, looking, hunting; he’d gotten away with a lot of shit before, but this was the very last I was going to take! I’d do whatever I’d need to if I could just get my damned hands around his useless neck and restrict it...

 

Suddenly, I whipped around and entered an old, empty hallway. There, sat on the floor, chuckling to himself; was my target. “You… you useless son of a bitch!” I shouted. “Why the fuck would make you go so far as to cause fucking harm to Jon! What the fuck did he ever do to you? I thought you wouldn’t turn on the people that call you their friend! If you wanted to hurt anybody it should’ve been me, you little shit!”

 

He chuckled to himself. “I did hurt you… and you still love Jon,” he stood and faced me. “You’re a hypocrite, Chris. Criticize me for lying, when you’d lied as well. I keep you two apart because I care about you, Chris.”

 

“CARE ABOUT ME!” I had exploded. “YOU’VE DONE NOTHING BUT CAUSE MISERY AND HURT! HOW COULD I WELCOME ANYTHING LIKE THAT WILLINGLY? I CAN’T STAND YOU ANYMORE!”

 

Will put his hands on my shoulders, “Chris, think about this! Think about what would happen if Jonny’s parents found out? It’s WRONG, Chris… it ISN’T the right thing for you to be doing!”

 

“Why the fuck do you care so much! It’s MY life, you horrible git! Nobody’s ever loved you, because you’re SUCH a bastard! THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME AND JON! JUST BECAUSE WE HAVE SOMETHING YOU DON’T-!”

 

“NO! IT’S NOT THAT I’M BLOODY JEALOUS OF YOU TWO- I DON’T WANT THAT KIND OF LIFE! I DON’T WANT YOU TO END UP LIKE THE STUPID HOWARD KID!” I stared at him in disbelief. He panted, looking excruciatingly exhausted and frightening. Out of the blue, I heard another voice, and somebody else joined our conversation.

 

“What the fuck did you just say, Champion?” A now furious Bellamy demanded. His last word entirely water-logged with hatred, which hung midair.

 

“I’d said,” he turned to Bellamy, looking sharply. “I don’t want my friends to end up like Howard, if he could even be called that. The scum was even disowned for being a fruit,” he spat.

 

“How would you know anything?” I posed. “I know he wouldn’t tell anything to a backstabbing ass like you,” I edged.

 

“Well, mothers talk,” he paused, looking beadily at the both of us. “My mum knew Mrs. Howard and they exchanged their gossip and misfortunes over coffee breaks. The kid obviously fit under the misfortunes category. And I did speak to my mother about you and Jon, where she told me,” he admitted, sounding proud of himself. “See? Even your own mothers hate fags like you.”

 

“That’s ENOUGH, Champion!” Bellamy raged. I ran behind him and took hold of his elbows, in attempt to stop him from afflicting physical injury.

 

“Matt, no! There should be no more injuries…” I calmed. Bellamy looked at me as if something major had just occurred, though it hadn’t been pleasant. Will laughed evilly, mocking the fact that I was too sensitive to allow anything to happen.

 

Out of control, and much too quick for my reflexes, Bellamy aimed a punch directly to Will’s face, making him fall onto the floor and loudly smack his head against a locker. I gave Bellamy a frightened stare. “I-- I think he’s unconscious,” I blabbed.

 

He huffed, “Yeah, serves the bastard right,” Bellamy spat. “He’s obviously pushed your buttons as well as mine… and by the looks of it, I think you’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while,”

 

I nodded, then half-smiled; there had to be a reason Dom liked him.

 

“Whoa…” I heard someone say. I turned my body to see Dom, looking at both of us in disbelief. He then shockingly looked down at the unconscious idiot. “Uh, I think I obviously missed something…” he gaped. “I heard Chris’ voice and another shouting, so I came,” pause. “Jonny’s calling for you, Chris,” he looked at Bellamy fondly, and then looked away, back to me. “He needs you.”

 

I looked up, “Where is he now?”

 

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“Okay, okay, let me get this straight,” I started. “Jonny, my Jonny rebelled against the barking oaf?” The four of us had been walking home. I was on the right of Jonny, his arm around me, as I was assisting in the limp. Bellamy was on his left, doing the same while Dom hung back in case we accidentally dropped the injured, or we tired out.

 

“Yeah, he’d finally driven me mad,” Jonny started. “He had just been giving too much crap for me to take any longer. When I did, he became angry, to a point where he closed my locker on my leg, causing what you see there,” he pointed. “I tried fighting back, but I was much too distracted on my leg.” He laughed, “I wasn’t able to get in a good punch, definitely not a kick.”

 

Bellamy remembered something, “Speaking of punches, back there, you called me by my first name,” he questioned. “What was that about?”

 

“Oh, that… well, I’d heard Dom talk about you all the time, I suppose it came up subconsciously,” I looked back to Dom, whose face was slightly red. I then looked back at Jonny, who was laughing to himself. That small gesture told me all I needed to know. For some odd reason, that reaction would only tell me one thing that lit up like a flare; Jonny knew something.

 

“Oh, well… I suppose it’s okay for you to call me by my first name,” he shrugged slightly. “If Dom’s okay with you, I guess I must be now. I do believe it’s the sympathy about Champion wearing in,” he smirked.

 

“So, wait,” I started. “Your abuse is just fine, but when he does it, you feel sorry?”

 

“Exactly,” he started, and then handed Jonny’s arm to Dom while he opened his front door. As we helped Jonny in and lay down on his couch he continued. “But his happened to be a bit more, um, severe,” he pointed to Jonny’s leg. “Mine was mere mocking and taunting, totally different from- what was it? Oh, restraint? Calling you out that it was morally wrong? Or the part where he abused your boyfriend to a point of nearly crippling him?”

 

Suddenly I felt awkward; I’d forgotten to address the fact that Bellamy- Matt- knew about Jonny and me. I looked over at Jonny, and he looked slightly terrified. Then I looked back at Matt.

 

“Oh, sorry, mate,” he started. “I didn’t mean it like that; it was just the word that came out…”

 

I sat down, “I don’t see the point in hiding anything anymore,” I began. “We- me and Jon- are together… I don’t think that’s much of a shock,” I sighed.

 

Dom spoke up, “If we’re not keeping secrets anymore, I guess I should be next. I- I told Jonny about, uh, us. Well, ‘us’ being me and Matt… and I know, Chris. He told me in return.”

 

Matt and I were outraged. “What?!” we both shouted.

 

“That’s exactly what we meant,” Jonny explained. “If we’d told you two, you would’ve been angry, with the possibility of you two even yelling at each other.” Both Matt and I nodded, trying to agree with Jonny. Dom nodded, and smiled at our cooperation.

 

“I do have more to share, I guess… I know about you two because I walked in on you two snogging in the bathroom,” I confessed.

 

“Holy mother of all creation! Yes! Thank you so much!” Dom exclaimed. All of us stared at him as if he were crazier than me. Matt also appeared quite relieved.

 

“A-ha! I told you so!” he gloated at Dom. “I had a hunch it was Mar- err, Chris.” Dom pouted his defeat, while Jonny and I laughed; those two were truly adorable.

 

After a few hours, I’d been sitting next to Jonny, when I glanced over at Matt and Dom; Matt’s head was rested on Dom’s shoulder, obviously complaining about something or the other. Dom had been massaging the hand that he’d used to punch Will out. I sighed deeply and softly lay my eyes on J. He smiled at me happily, with a genuine sparkle in his eyes. I knew they conveyed a message; he’d been restrained just that notch less. There no longer was an oppressor, just two supporters.

 

“I could jump right now, you know? Well, I would, but my leg…” Jonny sighed.

 

“I know…” I said. “The release feels incredible, almost unbelievable.” I kissed Jonny’s forehead, and the doorbell rang. I pulled apart, knowing it was Jonny’s mother at the door, coming to pick him up. I helped him into his car and said goodbye for the day, not before slipping him a small note and giving him a supportive wink.

 

Walking back inside, I found Dom in the living room doing his procrastinated homework. He pointed to the kitchen, and motioned me to keep quiet; he needed to concentrate. Putting my hands up, I side-stepped silently into the kitchen where I saw Matt making pasta.

 

“Wow… I didn’t know you cared so much about Jonny,” he whispered as he stirred.

 

“I didn’t know you cared so much about Dom,” I whispered back.

 

“Listen,” he turned to face me. “I’m really sorry I bothered you two so badly… I’d been depressed over what had happened to Dom because we’d been together,” he silently confessed.

 

“I understand. There is a lot of shit one has to deal with when it comes to this,” I reassured. “I would’ve probably done the same, in your position.”

 

He set his wooden spoon down on the counter. “This is why I need to say this, Chris,” he started, then stared at the floor. “I’ve always secretly held respect for you,” he looked at me sharply. “Don’t you dare think I’m soft, but I respect you.”

 

I nodded my response. We’d finally grown up, and handled our situations in a mature manner. It was a start, a huge start towards improvement.

 

 

 

Yaaay! Oh, and if you guys want a prologue or a follow up, message me. I'm willing to do either one, just not both. Thanks:kiss:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brake Fast

Part 8

 

 

 

PLEASE READ THIS:

 

I'm really nervous to post this chapter, I hope it's a satisfactory end, but I know alot of people might not be too happy with it. I was thinking of making the whole story a bit longer but I didn't want to push it, I made the story I wanted to tell and this was the way it was going to end, although I made some changes on the way. Thanks for sticking with this story as my 'comeback' story

 

From....Simon!

 

 

Chris heard a noise. He had been awake for several minutes but his eyes were still shut. The noise continued as Chris opened his eyes. Chris looked down to his feet and then his legs and then his torso- he was fully clothed. Chris rolled over and by his side, stood up was Jonny Buckland.

"Jonny" Chris said, smiling. "Did we stay here all night then?" he continued, laughing.

Jonny wasn't smiling or laughing as he did up his shoe laces.

"Jonny" Chris said again, he was worried.

"Don't talk to me, Chris" Jonny exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Chris asked, standing up, staring into Jonny's eyes.

"I need to go" Jonny said, looking away and turning round. "I don't even know where I am"

"Well I do" Chris said, wrapping his arm around Jonny before realising something. The handcuffs were gone.

"Jonny...how did you?"Chris asked.

"It doesn't matter" Jonny replied. "Now, I've got to go"

"Jonny! Don't be stupid!" Chris exclaimed.

"Stupid" Jonny exclaimed, turning round. "Stupid! You think I'm stupid!"

"Yes you are, you can't deny your love for me!" Chris said.

"Love! Love?" Jonny shouted. "You think that one night was love? You don't know what love is!"

"I didn't until last night" Chris said.

"It was all because of that bloody car!"Last night, well, i've never regretted anything more in my life!" Jonny exclaimed. Chris paused before looking up at Jonny.

"Just go" Chris said. "Just go" he demanded.

"Gladly" Jonny replied as he began to walk away. As he made his way onto the pavement, Chris shouted back at him.

"Thank you for clothing me" he muttered, like a baby. Jonny couldn't help but smile but he knew he had to walk on. He did until he stopped once more and reached in his pocket and produced Chris' credit card. "You know that guy Stuart?" Jonny shouted.

"Yes" Chris said, quietly, keeping back his emotions.

"He had your credit card oh and he's the one who got the handcuffs off, it's amazing what you can do with a paper clip" Jonny said, turning round and walking towards Chris, passing him his credit card.

"Thank you" Chris said, smiling. "Look, last night, that was just a bit of fun wasn't it? Nothing serious! We'll laugh about it in a few years!"

"Yeah" Jonny replied. "In a few years"

At that moment a taxi pulled up by the road and beeped it's horn

"I'm guessing that's yours" Chris said, not even looking at the taxi.

"No" Jonny said. "It's yours"

Chris looked round and on the road was Stuart in his Yellow, Volkswagen Beetle. Chris' face lit up as he ran towards it. Stuart got out of the car.

"Stuart" Chris said, stunned. "You fixed it!"

"Not exactly" Stuart replied. "It's brand new, but it's just as good as your one!"

"Thank you" Chris said, kissing Stuart on the forehead. "And you bought it for me!"

"Uhh, not exactly, I used your credit card" Stuart replied, being careful at what he said.

Chris started laughing. "Ha, that's just what I would do"

In the midst of this strange conversation over a strange car Jonny slipt away, jumping over garden walls, through gardens- anywhere, away from here.

 

 

 

HEATHCLIFF

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

When I woke up, I was shivering. It took me a moment to realize that I was lying on my arm, on the ground. The side of my head felt oddly warm, and when I brought up a finger to touch it, I realized the warmth was blood. I gasped in pain and screwed my eyes shut, breathing sharply through my teeth. I heard footsteps coming quickly towards me, and I curled up in fear. But someone’s hands gently touched my shoulder, and a voice asked me loudly if I was okay. I groaned in response.

 

“He’s conscious,” said the voice, sounding relieved. “They beat him up pretty bad, though.” Almost instantly, I recognized the voice as belonging to one of the blond kids.

 

“How long...?”

 

“We’ve only been gone for a few minutes. We went to call the police...and an ambulance.”

 

“Thanks,” I breathed.

 

“Look,” the kid whispered, close to my ear. “Thank you. Thank you so much for what you did. I’m sorry they did this to you...it should’ve been us. But thank you.” He trailed off, sniffling.

 

“S’okay, mate...” I gurgled. “And you’re welcome.”

 

By the time the paramedics arrived on the scene, I was in agony. My entire body ached, and I could barely open my eyes without wincing. As they went about getting me into the ambulance, they asked my all types of questions to see just how badly I’d hit my head. I answered them all correctly, much to my relief.

 

But the doctor I was assigned still stuck me into the MRI machine. The reading came back normal: I had no internal bleeding. In the end, the list of injuries came down to a few cracked ribs, some nasty bruising, and a mild concussion. “Is there someone you’d like to call?” he asked. “You really shouldn’t be alone.”

 

Stiffly, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was four in the morning. “I can’t call anyone now...” I said, my voice raspy with exhaustion. “I’ll stay awake.”

 

“Good luck with that,” said the doctor, smiling gently.

 

I thought for a moment. “I’ll call my friend.” A few minutes later, I managed to get Will on the line. “Will?”

 

“Guy?” he sighed. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s four in the fucking morning...”

 

I rubbed my eyes. My head was pounding. “I know...I’m sorry. I need help.”

 

“What is it?” he asked, sounding a bit more awake. “Are you all right?”

 

“I’m at the hospital.”

 

“What?” Will sounded frightened. “What happened?”

 

“It’s nothing, I just need you to pick me up.”

 

“Don’t mess with me. Tell me what happened or you can call Jon to pick you up.”

Damn him, damn him, damn him. “Fine. I got the shit beaten out of me, all right?” A couple of nurses passing outside the door paused to stare at me. My skin prickled with shame and I looked out the window to avoid them.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

 

“Just pick me up...I’m at the teaching hospital, you know which one...”

 

When Will arrived, I had already finished all of my paperwork. I sat in the waiting room of the building, just reveling in the effects of the pain medication they had given me. I felt someone lay a gentle hand on my shoulder, making me jump. I looked up to see Will standing over me. “Are you okay?” he asked again. He wasn’t about to let this one go.

 

“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m all right. Leave it alone.” Carefully, he took my chin between his forefinger and thumb and tilted my head back. His touch was warm and calming. A bit disoriented, I blinked, staring into the harsh lights in the ceiling. My eyes slid sideways to look at him, and he looked steadily back at me. His eyes reflected patience and kindness; everything I didn’t deserve. Finally, he let me go and ran a hand quickly over his head.

 

“Let’s get you home,” he sighed. “Need help?”

 

I shook my head, gripping the arms of the chair to push myself up. Will’s hand hovered under my arm but barely touched it. “Thanks,” I muttered, my voice trembling. I swallowed the pain down and shut my eyes. “Actually...I could use some help.”

 

“Just tell me where to put my arm...”

 

“My waist...there. No, move your fingers. Not there.” It took a while to direct him, but finally he got into a good position to help. I leaned against his side and held onto his jacket. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, holding back tears.

 

“Easy, man,” soothed Will. “Take it easy.”

 

But that was easier said than done.

 

 

Roll Over Beethoven

Chapter 4

 

 

 

The next Friday Jonny rushed to his dorm directly after his final class, instead of lingering behind. He nearly had about a dozen or so serious accidents on the way there. But he somehow remained unscathed as he entered his room, breathing heavily. He gingerly removed his guitar from its spot on the wall and rushed back to the music room as quickly as he could without risking harm befalling to the instrument.

 

Despite his hurried pace, Chris was already in the room when he got there and looked as though he had been for some time now. He was concentrating heavily on his playing, and Jonny could see that a few drops of sweat had begun to form on his brow. It didn't appear that he was even aware of Jonny's arrival.

 

Jonny didn't mind the lack of recognition. He just stood there watching, waiting, and enjoying the show. The minutes ticked by, and eventually Chris did look up from the keys to give Jonny a lopsided smile. "Sorry, I was waiting for you to say something." Apparently he had recognized Jonny's presence.

 

"Oh....sorry." Jonny returned the smile as best as he could. "How long have you been here?"

 

"A while," he replied with a guilty smile. "I got this tune in my head, and I couldn't let it slip away." He frowned at the piano. "But I'm not quite sure where to go with it now. So I'm glad you're here."

 

Jonny worried Chris might be tiring of his use of smiles as responses, but he just couldn't find the right words. So he smiled yet again and sat down in a stool on the other side of the room. He positioned his guitar in his arms and hesitantly began to play a string of chords. The sounds sounded weak at first, but as Jonny's confidence in himself grew, so did the strength of what he played. Soon he fell into a kind of trance, fingering out a pattern of chords that pleased him and which gave off a certain air of confidence that could not be ignored by any listener.

 

Chris watched him intently. He studied his finger movements and the expressions Jonny made while he played. He nodded as if giving approval, and after a few minutes his eyes grew suddenly wider. He bent down and began to vigorously press on the black and white keys. The two instruments played together sounded a bit off at first, but before long the piano and the guitar were perfectly in sync with each other. Emerging from the two men was a medley that would make even the harshest music critics stop and listen. For nearly an hour they sat at or with their respective instruments, collaborating their talents.

 

They both somehow knew the exact place to end, and their last chords echoed out unanimously and beautifully. Then they turned to each other, a pair of blue eyes and a pair of green ones, both expressing awe and wonder at the other. Chris was the first one to speak.

 

"Wow," he said, "it's like we're soul mates or something!"

 

He laughed at his own joke and Jonny couldn't help but join in, even though a large part of him wished Chris had been serious. Because that is what he truly believed. After playing with Chris today, Jonny was positive that he and Chris were meant to be together despite how silly it sounded. He had never been one to believe in such things as fate, and he supposed that he still didn't, not really. But he felt like Chris was definitely the person he should spend the rest of his life with in some way, even if not in a way that Jonny found ideal.

 

Jonny was abruptly pulled away from his musings when Chris magically teleported in front of him, a ridiculous smile on his face. "I am so glad that I suggested this," he remarked. "I have never felt so inspired before!"

 

"That is good," Jonny responded shyly. "I was inspired by you too. You know, I had hardly ever picked up my guitar for a long time before you came to hang out. But once you did, and got me to start playing, I haven't wanted to stop since. In a way it's scary. But I am glad it's like this now."

 

Jonny accepted that this was likely as close as he would ever get to giving a love confession. He reminded himself that he didn't need that to be happy. As long as he could be around Chris in some way, in some sort of a relationship, even if only one between friends, than that was fine with him.

 

But as Chris's eyes lit up in reply to Jonny's words and Jonny caught his gaze, there was a part of him that denied this. He wondered if he truly could live his whole life remaining just friends with this man, who had become a part of his life as quickly as a spark is thrown from a raging fire and who was far more incredible than the colorful light it produced.

 

 

Bedtime Story Series

 

The Cruise

 

 

 

”I’m not too sure about this…” Chris eyed the huge ship suspiciously.

 

“Oh, come on, you big baby, it’s just a boat.” Guy grinned. “Just like Titanic.”

 

Chris paled.

“That’s it. I’m going home. Right this minute.” He turned on his heel.

 

“Chris.” A gentle voice next to him stopped him in his track and he felt a warm hand on his arm.

“Please stay.”

 

Chris shivered, not because he was cold, it was the beginning of July and the afternoon sun shone brightly in the sky.

 

He took a deep breath.

“Oh, alright.” He squeezed his friend’s hand. “For you, ‘green eyes’.” He teasingly said.

 

Jonny rolled said eyes, but secretly basked in the way his stomach warmed whenever Chris was around.

 

“Sorry, Chris.” Guy sheepishly said under Will’s semi-disapproving glare.

 

“’S ok, man. I’m just not comfortable being in a giant tin can on the middle of the ocean. Where there are sharks… And penguins.”

 

“Ehm…” Guy began. “First of all there aren’t any penguins in the Atlantic. Second of all… Why are you scared of penguins? They’re adorable!”

 

“See! I knew you were the geography teacher here.”

 

"Actually, there are penguins in the Atlantic..." Will said under his breath. Chris, luckily, didn't hear him.

 

“Penguins aren’t part of geography.” Guy protested.

 

“Right, exactly like Spain isn’t a part of geography?” Chris taunted.

 

“It was a simple question! God, can you drop that already?”

 

Chris mumbled something.

“What?”

 

“I said: Penguins aren’t adorable, they’re like the assassins of the animal kingdom. Have you seen their little tuxedos? Very strong mafia vibes.”

 

Guy blinked a few times.

 

“Are you being serious?”

 

“Very much so.”

 

“Shit, a week with you won’t be easy.”

 

“Likewise!”

 

“Boys! Please. Stop that immediately. We’re here to have a nice vacation and to strengthen our friendship, could you try not to be at each other’s throats for at least the first day?” Will asked, exhausted with their bickering already.

 

“Sorry, ‘dad’.” Guy answered and Chris snickered behind his back. “We’ll be good.”

 

Will rolled his eyes.

 

“Come on, now. It’s time to board.”

 

Chris sighed and pursed his lips.

“Come on, Chris.” Jonny held out his hand. “You could hold my hand if you want to.”

 

Chris nodded and blushed a little.

“I think that would help. Thanks, Jon.”

 

“Don’t mention it.”

 

Guy, already forgetting his promise to be good scowled behind Chris’ back.

“Can’t you two keep your hands from each-other for like ten bloody minutes?”

 

“Guy, cut it off!”

 

Guy ignored Will. “I mean, sometimes you’re like this old married couple. Just do each-other already.”

 

“Guy!” Will grabbed Guy’s arm. “Stop it, right now.”

 

Guy shook off Will’s hand. “Get off me!”

 

Chris withdrew his hand from Jonny’s.

“No, he’s right.” He blinked a few times and plastered a fake smile on his face. “I’m a grown man; I don’t need to hold anyone’s hand. It’s not like we’re together or anything. Right, Jon?”

 

“Right.” Jonny agreed, his hand feeling empty without Chris’ inside it.

 

“Are you quite done?” Will asked, sighing deeply and continuing at the others’ confirming nods.

 

“Good. Here are your boarding cards. I say we get some alone time in the cabins before meeting up in the restaurant or something. How does that sound?”

 

“Good.”

 

“Fine.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Guy, please.” Jonny said and Guy actually had the sense to back down.

 

“Right, I’m sorry you guys. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

 

“It’s okay, man.” Chris said.

 

“Come on, you little scot. Just think of all the loose women on this ship.” Will swung his arm around Guy’s shoulders.

 

Guy brightened a little at that and they walked up to the boarding area. They walked through a long steel-and glass walkway before entering the ship.

 

And just before they walked through the big entrance, a panicking Chris grabbed Jonny’s hand and held on for dear life.

 

Jonny didn’t mind.

 

-*-

 

They soon found their respective cabins. Guy and Will went straight into theirs with a;

“See ya!”

 

And a slamming door as goodbyes.

 

Chris hesitated; key card in his hand, in front of the white door. Jonny waited beside him.

“Are you alright?”

 

Chris nodded weakly.

“I guess.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Jonny nodded thoughtfully.

“Just knock if you want anything. I don’t think the ship leaves for another 10 minutes.”

 

Chris gave him a nod and pushed open his, now unlocked, door and went in.

 

Jonny did the same.

 

He had just finished unpacking his things when there was a knock on his door.

 

He opened it and there stood Chris, jumping from foot to foot.

“Ineedtogooutsidelikerightnow.” Deep breath. “CouldyoupleasecomewithmeIdonotwanttofallintothewaterandbekilledbypenguins.”

 

“Yeah, sure.” He bit back a smile. “Let me just get my sunglasses.”

 

-*-

 

The sun was golden on the horizon as the ship left port. Chris and Jonny stood at the front, Chris grasping the railing tightly. The wind blew in their hair.

 

“Good thing I didn’t wear my cap, huh?” Jonny said, trying to make Chris think about something other than the fact that they would soon be surrounded by a large amount of water.

 

Chris turned his head quickly and looked at Jonny.

 

“Oh, I didn’t notice.” His eyes went back to his hands. His knuckles were white. “It looks good.”

 

“Thanks.” Jonny contemplated on what to say. It had become harder and harder to think of clever things to say when Chris was around. Everything simply came out sounding silly and idiotic.

 

“Why are you afraid?” He finally asked.

 

“What?”

 

“Of the water.”

 

“I’m not afraid of the water. I’m afraid of what’s in it.”

 

“Like?”

 

“Please, Jay, I really don’t want to think about it.”

 

“Come on, indulge me.”

 

“No, I don’t want to.”

 

“Chris, please, I think it would be good for you to speak about your fears.”

 

“Fine.” He grasped the railing even tighter, taking a step back and Jonny took of his sunglasses.

 

“Well, the first obvious threat is of course the penguins.”

 

“Right.”

 

“Don’t mock me.”

 

“I’m not.”

 

“But since Guy said that there aren’t any penguins here, I guess I’ll have to take his word for it.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Yeah… But that leaves the shark problem. And you know… Other fish in general.”

 

“You know what. I know for a fact that sharks are one of the gentler carnivores. You know there are people swimming with sharks?”

 

“Mhm?” Chris doubtfully made a sound.

 

“You couldn’t go into a group of land mammals like that. A group of … I don’t know… Tigers or lions.”

 

“Or bears, oh my.”

 

Jonny smirked. “Exactly.” He lay a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “My point is that you shouldn’t be afraid of something just because you don’t know anything about it.”

 

Chris slightly released his grip on the railing.

 

“And the chance of you actually falling off the ship plus being eaten by a shark is minuscule.”

 

Chris nodded.

“Thanks, Jonny.” He smiled a brilliant smile. “You’re a rock.” He looked out on the water.

 

The golden sun made Chris’ blue eyes sparkle with light and Jonny had to catch his breath.

“Hey, Chris.”

 

“Mm?” He looked back at Jonny who took a step closer.

 

“I was just thinking about what I just said… About not being afraid of something you don’t know anything about.”

 

“Yeah?” The wind blew in his hair and blue eyes met green.

 

They both took a step towards each-other and their lips gently met. They broke apart exactly four seconds later (Jonny counted).

 

Chris sighed.

“Wow.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“So what does this mean?” Chris blurted.

 

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

 

“Don’t know.”

 

“Right.”

 

“I mean we’re best friends.” Chris desperately said.

 

“We are.”

 

“And I love you.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Of course I do.”

 

“’Cause we’re best friends.”

 

“Right. Because we’re best friends.” Jonny said, not trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

 

Chris, however, didn’t quite catch on.

“So… You want to ignore it?”

 

“It?”

 

“The you know..." Chris waved his hand "...kiss.”

 

“Oh. Yeah, might as well, huh?” Jonny dejectedly said.

 

“Probably.”

 

“Well, I’m going inside to find Guy and hit on some random women.” He didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

He turned around and walked away along the promenade.

 

Chris stood still, desperately looking after him. He made a decision.

“Jonny! Wait!” He ran up to him. “I’m sorry. I screw shit up all the time. I’m such a worthless piece of work.”

 

“Chris, just stop th-“

 

“I love you.”

 

“I know.”

 

“No, I mean love-love you.”

 

Jonny stared incredulously at the man in front of him. “You love-love me?”

 

Chris nodded. “I do.”

 

“I don’t know what to say.”

 

“Oh.” Chris’ shoulder slumped. “Sorry, I must’ve picked up some signals wrong.” He turned away.

 

“No. Stop! I mean… I don’t know what to say other than; I love-love you too.”

 

Chris’ heart jumped in his chest.

 

“Wow.”

 

Jonny smiled the biggest, sweetest smile that anyone had ever seen and took Chris’ hand.

“Yeah. Wow.”

 

 

All You Ever Wanted

 

16

 

 

Retaw stared expectantly at Logella. She looked down to the ground, eyebrows tightly knitted together. She was in a totally pensive state, and Retaw was waiting for her to continue her previous statement.

 

They had gone out that evening to a decent restaurant not far from either of their apartments. Retaw wore his usual casual attire, and Logella was wearing a simple, plain red shirt and pair of jeans. Neither were fancy in the least, but they both thought the other looked absolutely stunning. When they first sat down at a table, it was all Retaw could do not to stare at her. But he maintained his gentlemanliness and instead focused his gaze on the menu in front of him.

 

For three weeks, Retaw had been keeping his secret, aching over the decision of whether or not to tell Logella. There had been a few times where he tried, but they ended in failure for different reasons, most of the time being that he chickened out at the last second. After the waitress had taken their order and dashed away, Retaw allowed himself to look at Logella, trying to muster up the courage he had so often lacked.

 

Of course, a crowded restaurant was no place to reveal such a secret as his, so he would have to wait anyway. Yeah, that gave him plenty of time to think about how he would go about telling her. He could prepare what he would say, and attempt to anticipate her reaction. Deep down, though, he knew this procrastination would do no good at all. He'd already had a good three weeks of planning, and so far his progress was null.

 

Seventy-six hunger-satisfying minutes later, Retaw and Logella strolled out of the restaurant with no particular destination in mind. They wandered around aimlessly for about ten minutes, before they passed by a small park and Logella suggested they rest on one of the benches. Retaw agreed, and so they both sat down quietly and stared up at the starry night sky. The stars, it seemed, were much brighter than either of them could remember them being, and Retaw suddenly grew very sad.

 

He hated that he was sad; there he was, with this absolutely lovely woman, but all he could think about at that moment was his old home, and the love he lost so long ago. When he had left to return to Earth, he told himself it was because he missed Chris and Jonny so much, which was only partially true. He really did miss them, but he just felt like there was nothing there for him back on his home planet. Everything was peaceful, and everyone was happy, except for Retaw. No matter how hard he tried, nothing could fill the emptiness he felt.

 

So, he went to Earth. He figured that maybe Chris and Jonny could help him, and maybe they would be the ones to fill the void in his life. He was genuinely ecstatic to see them again, and for the first few weeks he mostly forgot about his prior sadness. Then he met Logella, and she helped, too. But the emptiness was still there, if only a small portion of what it had been. When Retaw looked up at those stars, he remembered that he didn't belong there.

 

He slowly turned to Logella. The moonlight was hitting her and making her look absolutely stunning. He was happy, no doubt about that, but he knew that he could never be as happy as he wanted unless he at least tried to tell Logella about his true life. He was a within arms reach of gathering his courage, when Logella turned to him and spoke.

 

“Walter, I need to tell you something,” she quietly said. So, Retaw closed his mouth and waited for her to continue. She looked down at the ground, silently thinking over what to say next.

 

When she didn't speak again, Retaw decided to ask, “What do you need to tell me? Is everything OK?”

 

She lifted her eyes back up to Retaw, and smiled a little. “Things are great. Between you and I, things are absolutely wonderful. Walter, I've enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” Logella reached forward and clasped Retaw's hands in her own.

 

“I have, too,” Retaw smiled back, not panicking at all, even though Logella's tone was wrought with distress. He didn't notice that her smile was halfhearted.

 

“Walter, you're very different from everyone I've ever met,” she sighed with a hint of nervousness, “and I'm a bit different, too.”

 

“What do you mean?” Retaw asked, still as calm as before.

 

“I mean that...” Logella took her hands back, and turned away. Retaw watched her for a minute, and saw that she kept glancing back up at the sky. “I haven't exactly been honest with you.”

 

“You haven't?”

 

“Oh, it's not like I completely lied to you or anything,” Logella quickly said, returning her gaze to Retaw. “I just may have, you know, left out a few important details from what I've told you about myself.”

 

Retaw wasn't upset, rather he was relieved. His guilt lessened a little knowing that Logella was hiding something, too. And he felt better about having to tell her, since she was being brave enough to tell him.

 

“I actually have something to tell you, too,” Retaw replied with an odd excitement. Not wanting to appear to be rude, he quieted himself and added, “But you first.”

 

“Right... I'm...” Logella stared at Retaw, eyes widening with fear. Then she leaned forward and kissed Retaw full-on. Retaw felt a rush of happiness course through his veins, but he wasn't fully aware of what was going on. When Logella pulled away, the frightened look had intensified, and she drew a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then, what seemed like minutes later, she finally opened them again and said, “I'm not... I'm not from Earth.”

 

 

Holes

Chapter Three

 

This is my edited work. Sorry It's short.

 

 

 

With my heart hurting, I slowly and quietly got out of my chair. I walked away from the table decorated with the yellow daisies and our now- cold lobster. My eyes were watering as I stared Chris and Guy in the doorway. They hadn’t noticed me, though through Chris’s posture I think he was catching on. I ignored them and continued back to my bedroom, I wouldn’t watch them. I couldn’t watch them.

 

I turned my bedroom light on and stripped from my dress shirt and jeans. I lay in my bed and looked at the ceiling. I had prepared everything to Chris’s likings tonight. I was convinced he told me he loved me. It must have been a dream.

 

We had met Guy about a year ago. He was at the bar one night, where Chris and I were working on our studying. Guy was watching from the bar as Chris started to sing the words on the page of his history book, to some random tune he made on the spot. Guy approached us and demanded to hear more from Chris. Weeks later he was with us almost all the time.

 

I thought back to the day Chris came home crying about Aislinn, from there I wasn’t sure what part was a dream and what was real. He stopped loving her but, I never heard anything about Guy. He was never mentioned in our conversations, we hadn’t hung out with him either. Yet, there he was making out with Chris in the doorway of our apartment.

 

I heard stirring and whispering. The door shut and footsteps were heard down the hallway. Chris’s door open and I was left to imagine what things they were doing in there.

 

My heart was ready to collapse, suffering from what I had been put through. Tears started to warm my ice cold face. I let them come freely, not caring anymore. I pulled up a blanket to my freezing form and stared at my wall. I’m not sure how long I laid there for but, eventually I was in a light form of rest.

 

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

 

The door creaked in the middle of the night; I heard slight whispering as I awoke for my so-called slumber. Finally Chris’s footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to sleep, trying to avoid him for as long as possible. He had broken my heart and even though it was worse to ignore him, I couldn’t look at him.

 

Chris walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. He placed his hand on my side and began shaking. “I’m sorry J.” I made a conscience decision to move over and grab his hand. Chris gasped and I realized he thought I was asleep. “Jonny…” I slowly grabbed his face and pulled him closer. “Jon, what are you…” I cut him off with a kiss. Chris didn’t pull away, he didn’t even react. I parted and looked Chris in the eye. He was panicked and upset.

 

“I’m guessing that wasn’t a wise thing to do…” I state. Chris looks ashamed as he agrees with me. “Shite, man…” We sit there in silence and my face becomes wet with tears once again. Chris tried to apologize but, it was useless. “It’s my fault Chris I thought you meant something else. I thought you wanted to be with me. I thought you meant a different type of love.”

 

I looked over at Chris and saw his blue eyes shining. I had made him cry. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lost him: I had no chance with him as a lover and as a friend. His face was twisted up I pain and mine was probably too. I took one hard look a made a squawking noise as I collapsed into his lap crying. Chris could be heard sobbing and I felt his tears fall onto the back of my head.

 

 

 

Humble Beginnings

It's very late, but this is for Kyra's challenge. There will be a sequel to this. Technically, this story is a prequel because I came up with the other idea first.

 

 

 

Hmm....I believe some background information is in order. This is 1920. Germany is currently being governed by the Weimar Republic. There is severe inflation going on, and money (at this time called marks) is basically worthless.

 

 

 

The feeling of dissatisfaction in the air was almost palpable. The German people were on edge and often it seemed as though they were riding on a thin line between quiet discontent and outright rebellion. But not everyone felt this way. Some were quite happy with their surroundings. But most of these people happened to be innocent toddlers who were just generally pleased with everything in life.

 

Two such toddlers lived across the street from each other in a small town. These two toddlers, two scrawny little boys, became friends in the typical way. One was playing a game, and the other wanted in on the fun.

 

The first young boy, with dark hair and big brown eyes, sat square in the center of the road. A bucket sat at his side. But this bucket was not filled with water. It was filled with marks, bundled together in one hundreds, each bundle tied together with string. But the boy had no clue about any of that. All he knew was that he was about to have some fun.

 

Smiling to himself, he dumped the bucket upside down. He picked up one of the bundles and laid it in front of him. Then he laid another next to it, and another. At first it looked as though the boy was crazy. But after some time, his thought process became clear. He finally took one bundle and placed it on top of the others. Now it was quite obvious. The boy was building a tower and the previous bundles had been the foundation.

 

The boy’s eyes sparkled with glee as he added more and more bundles. Finally, there were no bundles left. The boy inspected his work. He laughed out loud with joy. He was clearly pleased with his accomplishment.

 

“Wutcha laughing about?”

 

The boy’s eyes grew wide and he stood up in shock. His face relaxed a little when he saw the appearance of the speaker. He was just another kid like him. Scrawny, dirty, and obliviously happy. There were some differences though, the most noticeable in the face. This boy had bright blue eyes and curly blond hair that needed a trim.

 

“I was just playing a game,” the first boy responded cautiously.

 

“A game? A game! I want to play a game! Can I play too?” questioned the second boy at top volume.

 

The first boy’s expression turned into a frown. He wasn’t so sure he wanted this exceptionally loud stranger to be a part of his fun. “I don’t think so,” he responded coldly.

 

“Oh….” The second boy’s voice drifted off. His eyes grew wide with the kind of disappointment only a child could feel. The first boy felt a pang of guilt. He didn’t mean to make the boy feel bad.

 

“Okay,” he said quietly, “you can play with me if you want to.” The change in the second boy’s expression was immediate. “But you’ll have to bring more,” he added, gesturing towards the tower of money.

 

The second boy clapped his hands together with excitement. “Oh I have lots and lots of that!” He practically sprinted across the street to a house that the first boy assumed must be his own. It wasn’t long before he was once again in sight, this time with his scrawny little arms carrying multiple bundles of money that reached almost to his chin.

 

The first boy’s chocolate eyes widened with joy as he saw all of the wonderful brown stacks. To the adults they were just useless piles of paper, but to the two boys they were building blocks; something to keep them entertained for countless hours.

 

The second boy was in front of the first in no time. But unfortunately his balance was not so good. In an attempt to stop mid-run, he tripped and fell directly onto the tower, the money he was carrying scattering all over the street. His face contorted into a frown and he looked like he might cry. He made no attempt to stand up. “I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I ruined it!”

 

The first boy just stood there. He considered his feelings. He thought he would be mad, but he wasn’t. He realized he was actually more entertained than anything. This boy was funny. He let a small laugh escape from his lips. “You’re funny” he proclaimed in a typically childish way. He gazed at the damage. “We can just make a new tower. It will be bigger and better!”

 

The second boy wiped his eyes. He stood up slowly and allowed himself a small smile. “Okay.”

 

The two boys got to work quickly, stacking bundle after bundle of money. Their young faces displayed intense concentration. The first boy bit his lip, deeply focused, and the second boy’s brow actually began to shine with sweat. The sun began to dip behind the horizon. The boys raced against time to complete their structure. The last bundle was placed on top just as they both heard their mothers calling to them. Time for little boys to come inside and wash up for supper.

 

The two boys gazed at their achievement with sincere satisfaction. Then they turned to look at each other. The voices of the mothers called out again. Their expressions turned frantic. Neither one wanted to leave their building behind. They looked from the pile to each other and back again. Suddenly, they both exchanged a mischievous smile. Simultaneously they dove into the pile, knocking it down. They collapsed in a heap of dust and giggles.

 

The calls from the mothers came again, more urgent this time. Both boys jumped up quickly, grabbing bundles until there were none left. They hurriedly took off for their respective homes. Before disappearing inside, each looked back and smiled. A silent promise was exchanged in the form of smiles. Tomorrow? Same time? Yes of course. I can’t wait.

 

Spies

 

 

i hope this is a new idea. it's also my first fanfic so no makin' fun :P

 

 

 

His name was Berryman. Guy Berryman. He was the most skilled and most feared agent for MI6, not to mention the best looking. Agent Berryman walked quickly through the hallways of headquarters. He stopped in front of a glass door at the end of the hall that read “Briefing Room” and entered.

“Good morning, Agent 42,” said Phil, director of MI6.

“Morning, P,” replied Guy.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

“Of course. What’s the assignment this time?”

“There’s a man who calls himself ‘Mr. Champion.’ We’ve received intelligence that claims he’s planning to steal a series of paintings by Eugène Delacroix. Your mission is to stop him.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

“Good. Your transport is waiting.”

****************************************

High in the air on one of MI6’s jets, Agent 42 read the file on Mr. Champion.

“Five arrests, five felony charges. This bloke seems to have himself figured out.”

“I agree,” said a voice from the front of the cabin. It was the flight attendant. His name was Chris, and over the years of seemingly endless flight transports, he and Guy had become friends.

“Chris! How are you today?” asked Guy.

“I’m great, thanks. We are landing in Paris. The pilot says we’ll be there soon. Oh I almost forgot!” Chris began rummaging through one of the overhead compartments, spilling blankets and things. Then, he turned around with a package in his hands.

“P left this here for you before we took off.” Chris handed guy the box. Guy opened the box to find the usual assortment of gadgets and guns he used.

“Thanks,” said Guy.

“You’re very welcome,” replied Chris with a wide smile on his face. There was a loud ding, and the seatbelt light flashed on.

“I think I’d better go. Good luck on the mission!” Chris shouted as he ran back to his seat near the front of the plane.

*****************************************

Back on the ground, Agent Berryman received the coordinates of Champion’s base. He tracked them to the Louvre Museum.

“I don’t understand. Where is it supposed to be?”

“Right underneath your feet,” announced P’s voice over Guy’s earpiece. ”Champion’s got a series of tunnels running under the museum. That’s how he’ll get the paintings out,” continued the director. “Contact us if you need backup.”

The signal cut out.

*****************************************

Guy got into the museum after closing time.

"Surprisingly simple to break in to for such an important museum,” he thought to himself. He made his way to the Delacroix paintings, careful not to set off any alarms. Once he found them, he waited by one of the most important paintings, Liberty Leading the People. It wasn’t long before he began to hear the sounds of whispers.

“Jonny, what did I tell you! Be quiet!”

“I’m sorry, Will! If you wouldn’t hit me, maybe I wouldn’t make so much noise!”

“Wonderful! Incompetent art thieves.” Guy thought.

“There! There’s the painting!” the thief called Jonny exclaimed.

The thief called Will only glared at him.

“C’mon then. Let’s get it,” Will said coolly.

“I don’t think you’re getting anything, Mr. Champion.” Agent Berryman said from the shadow he was standing in.

In an instant, Jonny and Will both had their guns pointed at Guy.

“Agent 42! I thought they might send you,” said Will.

Guy reached for a smoke grenade as he was talking.

“Heeheehee!” laughed Jonny.

“What is it?” Will asked.

“That rhymed!” Jonny giggled.

Will began to yell at Jonny some more. Guy noticed he did that a lot.

While they were distracted Guy threw the grenade that filled the room with a thick smoke.

“You idiot!” Will exclaimed though the smoke.

The haze allowed Guy to properly tie up the thieves and take their weapons.

He called the police soon after, and watched the authorities arrest Jonny and Will from a distance.

Mission complete.

 

 

 

sorry if it's no good :\

So, guys, this is my 1000th post...and it's a fanfic:awesome::awesome::awesome: Except it's not awesome. At all:P I really don't have the patience to make a picspam or do anything good for my 1000th, so...yeah.:lol::lol::lol:

I would dedicate it to all the regulars on the thread and anyone else reading this, but it's really not a story you'd want dedicated to you and it would be an insult to have it dedicated to you, so immagonna thank you guys for being awesome and tolerant of my crappy fanfics and being all-round awesome:awesome::awesome::awesome: I'd also like to than-

*gets cut off by orchestra*

:lol::lol::lol:

 

It makes me smile...

 

 

 

My first meeting with Jonny involved smileys. I believe we were at the college coffee shop. I was wearing one of my favourite shirts – it was a dark violet colour, and it was probably a little too big for me, but I didn’t care. I loved that top. There was a huge smiley face plastered on it… Wait, no, it was an iron-on transfer thing. I remember now. Mum ironed it on one Sunday. Oh, okay, then. Anyway, the smiling face looked a little like this: :D. I found that I felt free whenever I wore that shirt…all the other college kids seemed to dress in depressing black, and the colour would actually make them feel down, but when I put on the smiley top, I smiled, they smiled and the world smiled. Jonny was one of the smilers when he caught a glimpse of the shirt. “Hey!” he yelled. I had no clue who was calling out, though, so I picked up the two coffees I’d ordered (both for myself, ‘cause I’d had only two hours sleep the previous night and I needed to wake up) and turned around sharply, almost splashing the hot dark liquid onto my precious shirt. Instead, the coffee ended up on the ground which had just been mopped, and the cup laid carelessly over the spilt mess. The cup looked like a murder victim lying in blood, I thought, though I kept that musing to myself to eradicate the risk of sounding like an escapee from the insane asylum. After apologising to the cleaning lady who had given me an angry stare for the hundredth time, I asked Jonny – who was standing there with a ‘WTF?’ look on his face – who he was talking to, and he laughed. “You, silly!” His laugh was contagious, and I found myself giggling like a young schoolgirl. I made my way over to him, gripping the coffee that had survived in my hand tightly. “Uh, hello, then!” I grinned brightly. The first thing I noticed about him was his set of mint green eyes, and then his big smile. He seemed like a great guy…and already – around two minutes after meeting him – I wanted to know more. He broke out into another bout of laughter. Again, it was infectious. I laughed with him. His laughter had died down a little, and he said, “You’ve got…a little, uh…something in your teeth, there, mate.” Horrified, I borrowed a nearby lady’s compact makeup mirror thing and saw a large piece of spinach sitting there in my teeth. I tried to casually remove the bit of spinach, which only made the conversation even more awkward. We both cracked up laughing again. “What’s your name, mate?” he asked, stepping back after collecting his espresso. He led us to a little green table outside the store. I sat down and replied. “My name is Chris…or Christopher…but I prefer Chris…” I stuttered, with a self-reassuring smile on my face for some unknown reason. He giggled, again. I joined in, again. “I am Jonny,” he said, raising his coffee cup to his mouth.

 

 

 

 

Paragraphs suck!!:P No, they don't actually...:laugh3::laugh3::laugh3::laugh3:

 

[untitled or X & Y]

 

[A1 or Chapter 1]

 

 

 

 

"Just...fuck off!"

 

The shop ground to a halt. Everyone looked at Chris Martin. He was staring down at his phone.

 

"What? Never seen a rock superstar swear before?" Chris exclaimed, walking out of the shop. "Pricks"

 

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"I don't care if it is your bloody wifes birthday, I want my fucking money and I want it now!"

 

He put the phone down. Jonny Buckland put the phone down.

 

"That wasn't very nice" his wife replied as she held one of their babies, trying to cover the little girls ears. "You've got tons of money"

 

"I don't care if you think I've got money coming out of my arse, if someone has money of mine, I'm not standing by and letting them laugh at me" Jonny said, collapsing onto the sofa. "What's for dinner?"

 

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Guy looked around the shop. He looked and then looked again- just to make sure before quickly raiding the shelves and throwing whatever he could into his backpack. He had been spotted. He couldn't tell if it was by a man or a woman, all he knew was that he had to go- now.

 

Guy started running and as he made his way around a corner he was confronted by two massive security guards.

"Well, well, Mr Berryman" one of them said, grinning. "You're busted"

 

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He laid the flowers down beside his fathers grave before spitting on the gravestone. With delight, he danced on his fathers grave, trampling the flowers.

 

"Oh Daddy, you said you were invincible! I guess you never counted on your son making a stop to it, did you?" Will exclaimed with delight, spitting on the grave once more. "Bastard"

 

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"Dinner's ready!"

 

"I'll be down in a minute" Phil shouted down to his mum as he began to shake. Staring down at his computer screen, Phil began to follow the instructions carefully, noting them down on a piece of paper. Moving away from the computer screen, Phil searched under his bed and produced a rope.

 

Scrambling onto his chest of drawers, Phil tied a knot in the rope and set about attatching the rope to the ceiling. Before getting hold of the equipment, Phil checked to see if the rope would fit round his neck.

 

His bedroom door opened.

 

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P.S

 

 

See you on the other side.

Chris x

Jonny x

Guy x

Will x

Phil x

 

 

Bedtime Story Series

 

Never

 

 

As you may have realized, these are not in chronological order. I might post a chronological order list when I have written a few more.

 

 

 

 

”Mister Martin? Hello? Are you still there?”

 

Chris felt his knees buckle, and he sunk down on the floor. His whole being felt numb.

 

“Yes.” He stuttered out. “I’m here.” He felt like throwing up and he gripped the phone harder.

 

“I’m terribly sorry, sir.”

 

He nodded, not remembering that the police officer on the other line couldn’t hear him.

 

“I…” He dropped the phone as his eye caught the photograph on the wall above him.

 

It was a picture of him, Jonny, Sara and Bastian, taken on the twins’ last birthday. Their sixth. That was two months ago. They smiled back at him through the glass.

 

He felt grief rip through him like a giant claw. He made a keening sound in the back of his throat. Like a wounded animal.

 

He fell down on his side, clutching his midsection. He stared into the wall. His heart was in a thousand pieces.

 

There was a knock on the door. Their door.

He began to hyperventilate.

 

“Chris!” The knocking continued. “Jonny?” Chris tried to catch his breath. “Anyone?”

 

Someone unlocked said door and came rushing into the kitchen. It was Will.

 

“Chris!” He gripped his friend’s shoulders. “Shit, man. What has happened? Where is Jonny? Weren't they supposed to come home today?”

 

Chris let out a desperate cry, finally letting his tears fall.

 

“Jonny. The kids.” He sobbed out.

 

Will paled. “What about them?”

 

Chris kept making noises in the back of his throat.

“Their plane. Oh, God.” He fell into Will’s trembling arms. “No survivors.”

 

Will clutched his friend closer, tears rolling down his cheeks.

 

Guy walked in through the open door.

“What’s taking you so lo-“ He noticed the pair on the kitchen floor.

 

“Shit. What’s wrong?” He rushed over to them and sat down.

 

Will swallowed. He felt sick. “It’s Jonny and the twins. Their plane has crashed.”

 

Guy stared, wide-eyed at Will. “And?” He apprehensively asked.

 

Will simply shook his head, a fresh batch of tears filling his eyes.

 

Guy stood up on shaking legs –he stumbled over to the kitchen sink and threw up in it.

 

“Guy.” Chris desperately said, sobbing against Will’s shoulder. He reached out to him and Guy sunk down next to his two friends and they held each-other close.

 

“He’s missing!” Guy sobbed, meaning their too small huddle.

 

Soon their tears ran out, as tears tend to do, and they sat quiet on the floor listening to the too loud ticking of the kitchen clock.

 

“What am I supposed to do now?” Chris rasped out-staring numbly at the wall.

 

“We’ll figure it out.” Will whispered, putting his arm around the singer.

 

Guy sat, head in his hands and rocked from side to side.

 

Chris let out a shaky sigh, head pounding.

 

“I can’t feel anything.”

 

“We’ll stay here tonight.” Guy said quietly.

 

“I can’t go upstairs.” Chris said in a monotone voice. “Our room… I can’t…” His voice broke.

 

“We’ll stay downstairs; we’ll use the pull out couch.” Will said, clutching Chris’ hand.

 

Chris nodded.

“I can’t live without them.” He whispered, shaking his head.

 

Will didn’t have anything to say to that, so they stayed quiet, the sunlight moving across the room as the hours passed.

 

Guy fell asleep against Chris’ shoulder somewhere around 10 pm and Chris felt his own eyes slip shut.

 

“Will…” He whispered. “I’m falling asleep.”

 

“That’s okay.”

 

“But it’s not.”

 

“Of course it is.”

 

“But then tomorrow will be the first day without them.” He leaned back against the wall. “The last thing I said to Jonny was ‘don’t let the children get burnt in the sun’.” He let out a sob. “He just laughed.” He moaned. “Why am I the only one left? Why didn’t I go with them?” He cried. “I’ll never get to see them smile again. Or hold them. Or kiss them.” He fell against Will’s shoulder. “I’ll never get to see Sara draw again or Bastian sneak into the music room, banging on the pianos. I’ll never wake up next to Jonny again.”

 

“No.” Will whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

 

Chris sobbed himself to sleep on Will’s shoulder and Will soon followed him.

 

The house was quiet.

 

-*-

 

The next few days passed by in a blur. The tabloids hung around the house, like vultures. Will and Guy stayed by Chris’ side – keeping him standing. Nobody went upstairs and Chris hadn’t shed a tear since that first night.

 

“Chris, you need to eat something.” Guy cautiously said.

 

“No, thank you. It tastes like ashes.” He took a deep breath.

 

Guy opened his mouth to protest but changed his mind.

 

“Alright.”

 

“Guy?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I love you.”

 

Guy nodded and quickly embraced his friend. “I love you too.”

 

-*-

 

On the fourth day, Will caught Chris standing at the bottom of the stairs, gazing up.

 

“It’s alright to go upstairs.” He quietly said.

 

Chris jumped. “No, it really isn’t.” He looked over at Will. “This way I can think that they’re still up there.”

 

Will didn’t know what to say to that, so he laid a gentle hand on Chris shoulder and squeezed it.

 

-*-

 

Will dropped the phone, but quickly picked it up again.

 

“Who is this? This better not be a joke.” He slipped to his knees, eyes shining with tears. He smiled.

 

“Chris! Guy!” He yelled loudly and the two men came into the kitchen. He pushed a button on the phone and a sweet voice filled the room.

 

“We’re okay.”

 

Chris looked from Guy to Will to the phone.

 

“Say it again.” He said in a thick voice.

 

“Chris? Is that you?” The voice on the other line was disturbed by slight static.

 

“Jonny!” He sobbed. “They told me you were…” He still couldn’t say it.

 

“I know, the embassy told me.” He said. “I’m so sorry.”

 

“What about the kids?” Chris held his breath.

 

“They’re here, Sara’s got a broken arm and Bastian has gotten a really bad cold, but other than that, they’re fine.”

 

Chris sobbed with relief.

 

“Hi daddy! We miss you!” Came out through the phone.

 

Guy and Will hugged the sobbing Chris. They took up the space that Jonny was supposed to fill, and they felt that it was no longer missing someone.

 

“What happened?” Will finally got out through his own tears.

 

“One of the engines failed on the plane. We crashed amidst some small islands. There was a few of us survivors who were able to get to one of the islands and from there trying to contact someone. They just found us yesterday. I tried to contact you, but we had to get Sara to the hospital as quickly as possible.” He lowered his voice. “I was so scared I wouldn’t see you again. All of you. I can’t believe we all made it out fine.”

 

“I love you. I love you.” Chris mumbled repeatedly into the phone, closing his eyes.

 

“I love you too.” Jonny said. There was a voice interrupting him and he sighed heavily. “I have to go now. The embassy is flying us home tomorrow.”

 

“We’ll meet you at Heathrow.”

 

-*-

 

Chris stood in the arrival hall with the Champion family and Guy. They soon caught sight of a green cap in the crowd.

 

Chris ran, pushing through the crowd and fell into Jonny’s arms, his children clutching his legs.

 

The whole family fell down on their knees, embracing each-other, ignoring the camera flashes that followed the tender display. He cried heavily, wetting Jonny’s shirt. He kissed his children and buried his nose in their hair, taking in their scent.

 

“Never leave me again!” He sobbed and Jonny kissed him over and over.

 

“Never.”

 

 

Hahaha I found this http://prillalar.com/drabbles/

It's sooo funny. You have to write down some words and then the site creates a fanfic. It's bizzare most of times.

 

Mine looks like that

The Cool Terror Of The Snow

 

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Jonny and Chris went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Jonny hit Chris in his head with a big overtalking iceball. It hurt a lot, but Jonny kissed it manly and then it was all better.

 

Then they decided to make a snow man.

 

"We'll make a really shiny snow man!" Jonny said.

 

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Chris said. "That would be more spooky and politically correct."

 

"I know," Jonny said. "We can make a snow squirrel. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

 

So they rolled the snow up carefuly and made a hyper snow squirrel. Jonny put on a tree for the lips. The squirrel was almost as big as Chris.

 

"It looks shy," Jonny said rapidly. "But it seems like it's missing something."

 

"Here," Chris said and held up a hungry cake. "I found this on the street." He put the cake onto the squirrel's head.

 

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the squirrel, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl the sky was crying.

 

Chris screamed lively and ran but the snow squirrel chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow squirrel laughed him eagerly.

 

"Nobody does that to my little Funny Scarf," Jonny screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow squirrel through the mouth. It fell down and Jonny kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

 

"You saved me!" Chris said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

 

The cake lay in the yard until a comical child picked it up and took it home.

The White Stranger

 

Done with the same site as Carla's story. Be very ascared. This fic is messed.

 

 

 

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Jonny strode along the path, making for Shocking Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Scary IPod, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Shoulder.

 

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his sweet waffle just in time to face the beautiful man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.

 

The man struck amazed, and Jonny barely raised his waffle to meet the attack. They fought long and worried until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

 

At last, Jonny found himself forced to one knee, the man's waffle pressed to his lovely leg. "I am Chris of Shocking Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Scary IPod. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on a boat."

 

But Jonny had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his waffle with a twist, overpowered Chris and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Jonny said, looking down upon him.

 

Chris's eyes shimmered like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land. "I have underestimated you, Jonny. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

 

Jonny's desire was enflamed. His leg throbbed and all his thoughts were to hug Chris like a goose. Jonny caressed Chris's pale eyes and he responded. They came together boredly, and their joining was as yummy as their battle, and also much louder.

 

"Ah, my sweet Bono!" Jonny groaned and hugged Chris as sweetly as he could.

 

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

 

"Oh," Jonny said. "That's where I put the Scary IPod for safekeeping. Sorry."

 

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed relaxed on the grass, forgetful of all but their dark love. "We will stay together forever," Chris said, and they began all over again.

 

And so it was that the Wizard Shoulder never got the Scary IPod and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

 

 

Loudly Tripping

 

The fic generator...:awesome::awesome::awesome: I love it!!:heart::heart::heart:

 

 

 

Chris tripped along interestingly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Jonny, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a kanab ambersnail hopping along, carrying an ussolzewiechinogammarus in its mouth.

 

Chris was almost in his head when he came across a mushy cake, lying alone on a harbinger-like plate. "That must be a treat from my smart bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked lackadaisical, so he ate it.

 

It gave him the most yellow tingling sensation in his erythroblasts. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Jonny.

 

When Jonny came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

 

"What is it?" Chris cried awesomely.

 

"Your fibula! And your tibia!" Jonny said. "They're iridescent! Can't you feel it?"

 

Chris felt his fibula and his tibia. They were indeed quite iridescent. "Oh, no!" Chris said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that mushy cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

 

"I didn't leave you any cake," Jonny said. "I got you a humuhumunukunukuapuaas. It must have been that awesome man who lives nearby. He acts a little questioningly, ever since he bobbed an entredentolignumologist."

 

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chris sobbed.

 

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Jonny said silently, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your fibula is really dull like that."

 

"Really?" Chris dried her tears. Chris kissed Jonny and it was an entirely kaleidoscopic sensation, as crazy as those wacky inflatable arm tube flailing men dudes...and they're pretty insane...

 

They spent the night having entirely kaleidoscopic sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

 

Everything was rather awkward after that.

 

 

Last Train Home

 

 

 

As I watched the station stand by while the passengers boarded, I couldn't help feeling terrifically depressed. It's not as if I was really going home to anything special; as of late, she had become quite a nuisance. It was always, “Guy, put down that phone,” and, “Guy, don't you want to watch The Notebook with me?”

 

No, I don't want to watch The Notebook.

 

And I can't put my phone down, because I honestly like it more than I like her. But I feel like I'm trapped in this relationship. I don't want to be in it, but I don't really see a way for me to get out of it. I'm sure that by now she's gotten the hint, she just doesn't seem to acknowledge the fact that I don't like her. I guess she just doesn't want to think about it.

 

Looking out the window, I saw (of course!) a younger couple embracing. Neither of them looked happy, really, but the man was at least marginally happier than the woman. She seemed to be bawling her eyes out, and something inside of me liked that sight.

 

Then suddenly my phone rang. I checked the screen, even though I knew who it was gonna be, and sighed. I thought about not answering it, but I knew she'd only call a thousand more times until I finally picked it up. And I couldn't just shut the phone off, in case Chris or Jonny or Will or Phil or anyone else of importance needed to get a hold of me. Or if I just needed something to do. So, I answered, and looked back at the couple. The man was now heading toward the train, and the woman was watching him leave.

 

Moments later, the man was walking past me to his seat. And that was when I was struck with the most wonderful idea I've ever had.

 

“Guy?”

 

“Hey. What's up?”

 

“Oh, nothing, really. I was just wondering how things were going on your end? When do you think you'll be home?”

 

“Yeah, about that... it seems that there's some problem with the schedules or something. I'm not gonna be back tonight, I don't think.”

 

“Oh, no! Well, how about tomorrow?”

 

“Right now, tomorrow's not looking so good, either.”

 

“Well, that sucks. OK... I guess, just call back when you can find out more, yeah? And stay safe and all that. I miss you!”

 

“Yeah, I'll call back. I have to go now, so bye!”

 

“Bye, I miss-” But by that point, the phone was already shoved into the front pocket of my jeans, and I was already half a block down the road from the station. I had no idea where I was gonna go; all I knew was that I was not going to be taking that train home. Not now, not ever.

 

[untitled or X & Y]

 

[b1 or Chapter 2]

 

 

 

 

C & J

 

 

"I'm so happy" Chris proclaimed, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing Jonny in the mirror also. He smiled. "I'm so glad that we have got rid of all the baggage as well!"

"You can say that again" Jonny replied, grasping Chris' hand. "This is love. This is true love"

"Isn't it just?" Chris replied, kissing Jonny softly. Chris walked round to sit on the sofa, next to Jonny. They exchanged several awkward silences. They both had something to say. They knew that each other had something to say. Chris stopped the silence.

"You go first" Chris said.

"I want kids" Jonny said bluntly. "I want kids so badly"

Chris was a little taken aback.

"You already have kids" Chris said.

"I want a kid with you" Jonny replied. Chris was touched and grabbed Jonny's hand.

"Yeah" he said.

"And what did you want to say?" Jonny asked. Chris grinned as he let go of Jonny's hand and got down on one knee.

"Jonny Buckland" he proclaimed. "Will you marry me?"

Jonny stopped, still. Tears streamed down his face.

"This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me" Jonny said.

"Well, we need a ring- give me ten minutes!" Chris said, chuckling. "So, what do you say?"

"Yes"

 

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W, G & P

 

"Will this queue hurry up?" Phil asked, laughing as himself, Will and Guy waited in the queue for the cinema.

"So what are we watching?" Will asked.

"The Princess and the Frog" Phil replied. Will looked like he was going to be sick. Guy started laughing.

"He's joking mate!" Guy said.

"So what are we watching?" Will asked.

"Whatever we want?" Guy replied.

"Why?" Will asked.

"Because we can" Guy said, waving his wallet in the air.

 

In the queue stood about ten people and then Phil, Guy and Will in that order. In front of Phil stood a big woman.

"Have you seen how big this woman is?" Phil whispered, laughing.

Guy burst out laughing, acting like a teenager. "Haha!"

"Shh! Guy's, she is pregnant!" Will exclaimed.

Guy thought of something really funny and bit his lip before pushing Phil into the big woman who fell to the floor.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. Guy burst out laughing again.

"I'm so sorry" Phil said. "It wasn't me!"

"Oh my god, she's going into labour" A woman screamed. Phil's heart pounded.

"Is there a doctor around?" the woman screamed again. Phil felt responsible, he had to sort it out and he quickly lied.

"I'm a doctor" he proclaimed, rushing to the womans aid. "Don't worry it will be okay"

There was silence for several moments as people watched, worried. Phil thought on his feet,

"Uhh, push?"

 

 

Oh and I found the random fanfic generator and here's what came out....

 

The Giraffe Prince

 

 

Chris was walking through a yellow meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a short little giraffe lying under a tree.

 

Chris skipped over to see the dear thing and was fat to find that he was hurt! A car had pierced his funny little bottom and he whimpered werirdly with the pain.

 

"My diligent little friend," Chris said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the car, as smartly as he could. The giraffe cried out and Chris's heart ached, Like a man who said that he wanted sex with his wife but instead he wanted to have sex with his gay lover. "You'll be all right," Chris whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Jonny and you can live with me forever!"

 

Scooping Jonny up in his arms, Chris carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Chris nursed Jonny, cleaning his bottom and feeding him Lamp-brand giraffe chow.

 

On the eighth night, Jonny climbed into bed with Chris. He burrowed under the covers and vibrantly licked Chris's ear. It made Chris giggle and he cuddled close to Jonny, stroking his knee and singing wholeheartedly to him.

 

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Chris hurried home so he could curl up with Jonny. It gave him a quirky feeling whenever Jonny licked his ear.

 

Then one night, Jonny looked up at Chris and said, "If you kiss me, I will become an ugly prince."

 

Chris screamed cheerfully, he was so surprised. How could a giraffe talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.

 

"You're not dreaming," Jonny said. "Kiss me."

 

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Chris said and kissed Jonny on his knee. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood an ugly prince! With a crown and everything!

 

"I'm Prince Jonny," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

 

"Is it really you?" Chris said.

 

"See?" Jonny said and showed Chris the scar from the car on his bottom. Then he kissed Chris and they tumbled on top of the world and did a lot of very adaptable things, some of them involving a determined bone.

 

"I love you," Jonny said when they were done. Chris clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Jonny had stashed away.

 

And if Jonny didn't know about Chris's visits to the giraffe sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When he opened his eyes, it took Chris a few seconds to realize where they were. One look around the room and a remark of the terrible décor later, he remembered that they had stayed at a quaint little bed-and-breakfast in some town that he'd never heard of. It was a pretty place, though, despite the awful dark reddish brown curtains that covered the windows- whose paint was cracked and peeling from years of use and not so much maintenance- and the disgustingly orange carpeted floors.

 

“Morning, love,” a voice grumbled from beside him. Chris turned on his side and propped himself up with his elbow.

 

“Hey... and are you sure it's still morning? I feel like I slept for days,” Chris quietly laughed.

 

“You were asleep for quite a while,” Jonny laughed back, “but I'm almost positive that it's morning.”

 

“Well, if you say so, then it must be true.” Chris smiled lovingly, and they both just laid there silently for a few minutes. Chris sighed a contented breath of air and said, “It's nice to be able to be with you like this.”

 

“I agree. I wish we could do this more often.”

 

“Me too.” Chris lifted himself up and hopped out of the bed. He ran around to Jonny's side and held out his hand. “Now, come on. We have to make the most of this day while we can.”

 

 

They walked down the narrow trail through the woods, leading them to a small river nearby. Everything was quiet and peaceful, apart from the chirping sounds of nature surrounding them. It was a gorgeously sunny day, and even though the trees blocked the rays for the most part, the trail was still bright and warm.

 

“So, I was thinking that once we go back, maybe we could get the other two down to the studio to work on some new stuff,” Chris mentioned as he watched the ground pass by under his feet. “Today's going to give me some wonderful inspiration.”

 

“We can do that, yeah,” Jonny agreed. “Although, I would love to not go back... at least, I wish we could go back like this,” Jonny lifted his hand, the fingers of which were interlaced with Chris's, “and not have to hide.”

“One day, Jonny, my love, one day.”

 

“One day,” Jonny hopefully repeated. “For now, I guess it's good enough that we can spend time together here. And it's beautiful out today.”

 

“It is. Perfect day for a swim.” Chris grinned widely at Jonny, raising his eyebrows a few times. Jonny laughed and shook his head. “Jonny, stop being so self-conscious! It's not like I'm asking you to skinny dip with me. Hell, I'm not even asking you to wear a speedo.” Chris looked up at the sky, thinking for a moment, then started to pull at the collar of his shirt. “Damn, that would be hot!”

 

“I know you're not,” Jonny laughed, “but... I don't know. I'm just not that big on water.”

 

“Fine. You can sit on the ground, but I'm gonna swim, 'cause I really need to cool down now.”

 

 

Jonny found a nice shady spot to sit, right up against a tree and facing the river. But when he sat down, he found that Chris was nowhere in sight. He wasn't worried all that much, though, because Chris was known to disappear for short periods of time, then magically reappear in the most random of places. At best guess, Jonny figured that Chris would just pop out of the middle of the river within a minute or so. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Jonny saw what looked like Chris's shoe. Sure enough, what he saw, sitting cross-legged right beside him, was Chris.

 

“I thought you were gonna swim,” Jonny said. Chris looked up at him, slowly and mischievously shaking his head.

 

“No, no. I thought about it... and maybe the only way to cool down is to get,” Chris leaned forward and breathed into Jonny's ear, “hotter.”

 

Jonny swallowed and nervously glanced around. “Here? You aren't serious, are you?”

 

“Nope!” Chris exclaimed, and within seconds he had peeled off his shirt. He threw it down next to Jonny and ran for the water. Jonny laughed as he watched the other man jump into the river without even slowing down. Chris resurfaced almost immediately, his long curls now wet and sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. As Jonny stared, the urge to join Chris grew stronger and stronger, until Jonny found himself removing his own shirt and walking to the water.

 

Chris was busy trying to see how long he could hold his breath underwater, so he didn't notice Jonny slowly (because the water was pretty cold compared to the air) emerging himself into the river. After seventeen seconds, he lifted his head up and gasped for air, then turned around and squealed with delight.

 

“Jonny!” Chris quickly swam over to Jonny, and Jonny thought that maybe Chris was part jet-ski or something, because it only took him a fraction of a second to make it over. “You decided to come in? Yay!”

 

“Yeah,” Jonny replied, his tone defeated but glad. “I realized that I didn't want to sit over there all by myself and just watch you, especially since I don't know when I'll get to do this again.” Jonny reached underwater, placing his hand on Chris's back and pulling Chris forward. They locked their lips together as Chris slipped his arms around Jonny's neck.

 

“Jonny, Jonny,” Chris contentedly sighed when they pulled apart. “I don't think the world has ever seen such a perfect Sunday morning as this.”

 

“Mm, definitely not.” Chris and Jonny stared at each other for ages, then after a while, Chris let his arms fall down to his side. They didn't stay that way for very long, though, and within a few seconds a giant glob of water was being splashed into Jonny's face. “Hey!” Jonny yelled, then splashed Chris back. Chris gave a girlish scream, and splashed Jonny even more. They continued back and forth for several minutes, until Chris stopped because he was laughing too much.

 

“Jonny boy,” he said, gently wiping away the water dripping down Jonny's face, even though his hands were also dripping with water, “I love you very dearly.”

 

Jonny grabbed one of Chris's hands before he could take it back, and placed a small kiss on his palm. “I love you, too.”

 

Roll Over Beethoven

Chapter 5

 

 

 

A pattern quickly developed between them. A long jam session would ensue every Friday evening. A short chat with an exchange of laughs and smiles would follow, and then the two men would go their separate ways until next week. Both parties were fully content with this arrangement.

 

Actually, both Jonny and Chris were more than content. They were happy. Jonny felt elated whenever he was around Chris, and there was not a doubt in his mind that this was love. The entirety of the week would drag on and on until finally the horrible tension was relieved by an hour or so of melding his guitar together with Chris's piano.

Chris felt similar things about Jonny. But he associated it with a close bond of friendship, rather than something more. Jonny was fully aware of this, and he carried on as best as he could with that fact constantly hanging above his head.

 

The tradition carried on for five weeks in very much the same way. But on the sixth week, things went a little differently. On Thursday, Jonny had a bit more time that he usually did between classes, so he ambled down the halls slowly. He passed by a large activity board completely covered in papers. He wouldn't have given it more than a passing glance if it wasn't for one neon orange paper that stuck out among hundreds of white ones.

 

At first look, Jonny thought it was the same paper that Chris had shown him weeks ago. But it was slightly different. This one had a bunch of lines at the bottom, presumably for people's signatures. Jonny scrolled through the list of participants, all with various styles of handwriting. As he reached the last of the names, he frowned. Chris's name was nowhere on the list. Jonny couldn't believe he hadn't signed up yet. He clenched his jaw and continued down the hall, determined that tomorrow he would get Chris to enter the contest.

 

And now here they were on Friday, just looking at each other. Chris had played for a bit, but had soon realized that Jonny wasn't playing along with him. Instead, he had just been sitting there, staring. So Chris stared back, not out of irritation but out of confusion. After many minutes of awkward silence Jonny at last decided on the best thing to say.

 

"Chris, I saw another flyer for that contest. I looked at all of the people who were signed up for it; you weren't one of them. Why?"

 

Chris laughed nervously, trying to make light of the situation. He had never seen Jonny like this before and didn't know how to react. "I told you, I'm not good enough for that thing."

 

"But...but I thought you entered it," Jonny said stupidly. "Didn't your music teacher say that she wasn't going to give you the room anymore unless you entered?"

 

"Yeah, haven't you noticed that she hasn't been around? She just doesn't know I still come here I guess." His face lit up. "But that doesn't matter, because I have you now!"

 

"So.....I'm just the teacher's replacement then?" Chris didn't pick up on Jonny's increasingly agitated tone.

 

"Sort of," he replied cheerily.

 

"So I suppose you can find another replacement easily," he responded coldly.

 

Chris finally caught the edge to Jonny's tone. His eyes grew wide. "Wait what? No Jonny I didn't mean it like that!"

 

"It sounded an awful lot like you did," he mumbled, disconcerted.

 

"No," he said quietly. "Jonny, no one could replace you. No music teacher could inspire me like you do."

 

"Thank you," Jonny replied just as quietly. "But Chris, I think there are some things we need to talk about."

 

Chris shifted his eyes about the room nervously. He tapped his fingers on the piano's top. He swung his feet back and forth over the stool. He did not like the sound of this. He was horribly afraid that he might lose Jonny forever.

 

Trying to lighten his tone, Jonny added , "Why don't we go out somewhere for some dinner? We can talk then. Besides, we've never done anything together away from this jail of a place before. I think it's time to take the next step up as friends." He smiled and tried to laugh. It sounded awful to his own ears, but Chris seemed to find it uplifting. He returned Jonny's smile with a much larger one and stood immediately.

 

"I know a really great place we can go. Well at least it looks great whenever I pass by it. I've never actually been inside it before." He rubbed the back of his head and his face turned red. "Truthfully, you're the only on-campus friend I have. And I didn't have any close friends before college either."

 

"Neither did I."

 

 

Warning: This chapter contains much shameless Guy torture. :uhoh2: But not as much as last chapter.

 

HEATHCLIFF

 

 

 

 

Walking hurt. Sitting hurt. Everything hurt.

 

Will, who graciously volunteered to stay with me for the night, was forced to witness the effects of the pain. I was quick to anger, jumpy, exhausted, shaky, depressed, defensive, and many other pleasant things.

 

Finally, I decided to get off the couch and go to bed. Will helped me to the bedroom, and then I asked him to leave while I got dressed. He did, but I ended up calling him back because I couldn’t manage to get out of my shirt. Every time I tried, I only aggravated my ribs and became more upset. The prospect of letting him see my bare chest was terrifying, but I needed his help.

 

As I studied the floor intently, I held my arms up, and Will gingerly lifted the hem of my shirt. When the thing finally came off, he placed it on the bed next to me. I was just waiting for the storm to come. He stood back, staring at my chest. His face was pale. “Oh God,” he mouthed.

 

My shoulders were hunched, instinctively trying to protect my exposed abdomen. Will’s eyes still ran over every inch of my upper body. “What the fuck did they do to you?” he asked, clenching his jaw. “Why you? What happened?” I knew that these questions had been on Will’s mind since the moment he picked me up at the hospital. Now that they were out in the open, I shied away from them. “It was just a fight...Please, help,” I whispered, holding out a clean shirt.

 

Will, despite his anxiousness, gently helped me into it. “Well?” he said finally.

 

“I really don’t feel like talking, Will.” I tried to reach up and pull a hand through my hair, but I found that I couldn’t comfortably do it. I let my hand fall limply against my leg and grimaced. “Sorry.”

 

He shrugged and scratched at the back of his neck. “Fine...for now,” he warned. “I’m not letting this go.”

 

“Fuck off.”

 

Will sighed, releasing some of the tension from his broad shoulders. “You don’t wanna think about it. I get it...you’re scared.” I frowned, running his words over in my mind. Was it true? Either way, I couldn’t waste any more breath trying to fight with him. I looked up, and was surprised to see him wearing a guilty expression. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to be so...insensitive.”

 

I didn’t answer, but before Will left my room, he briefly squeezed my hand.

 

As I lay in bed, I shivered continually. I was too cold, in too much pain, and too nervous to sleep. I tried desperately to drift off, but I would always crash back into reality a few minutes later. Not only that, but it took me a full minute to switch positions. Doing so left me breathless and sweating, so naturally I avoided movement. The whole thing was unbearable, and after about an hour of lying there, I gave up.

 

I looked blearily at the alarm clock. It was seven in the morning. I was so tired I could barely think straight. But I did know one thing: I wanted to be near someone. I got odd little jolts in my stomach with every noise I heard, and I was sick of it. It was too much. Holding an arm protectively around my middle, I forced myself up and pressed my feet onto the cool, hard floor.

 

I moved blearily around the hallway, listening for Will. As I shuffled into the living room, I saw him lying on the couch. I breathed out a small sigh, and his head turned toward me immediately. “Guy?” He sat up, looking me over with concern. “You okay?”

 

I nodded absent-mindedly and moved to stand by the end of the couch. Will picked up on my train of thought and bent his knees, freeing up space. I lowered myself down and sank back into the cushions. I opened my mouth to answer his distant question, but the words that came out weren’t the ones I had expected.

 

“I was walking home with Jon,” I began. In my mind, I could still feel the sting of the cold air of last night. “We had a fight. He got a cab, but I kept walking. I...came across a few guys. Two of them were ready to beat the shit out of the other two. The other two...were together. They were a couple, and the bigger guys didn’t like that, I guess. I think they were about to use one for a blow job.” I went silent, staring in the direction of the coffee table.

 

I was lost back there; in that dark, narrow street. Will had to prod me twice before I snapped out of the memory. I jerked slightly, my hand instinctively flying up to defend myself.

 

“Shit,” he whispered, leaning back. “It’s okay; calm down.” I stared at him, my eyes wide.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“You did the right thing,” he said, pretending as if nothing had happened. I shook my head, merely to convey that I didn’t want to talk anymore. Will got the message, and he tentatively laid a hand on my arm. “Try to sleep,” he offered. “I’ll be right here.”

 

When I woke up, I was in pain. That was a big shocker. But I was no longer upright, although I had fallen asleep that way. Someone had straightened me out across the couch and laid a blanket over me. I also became aware of the fact that someone was sitting on the couch by my waist. I groaned helplessly and tried to worm away, desperate to take weight off my side. The couch seemed to inflate as the person moved away, and I was able to roll onto my back, attempting to see what was going on. Despite the blurriness of my vision, I could recognize Jonny’s face hovering in front of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chris sat against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. He knew that in the long run, spending the night out of town with Jonny was not a good idea. They'd had a tremendous time, no doubt, but as a result of having to part ways and come home to his empty apartment, Chris didn't even get so much as a wink of sleep. He just sat in his bed, all scrunched up, staring at the blank surface and wishing that Jonny was still with him. The sun began to rise, as he knew it would, striking through the curtains and illuminating his solitude.

 

Now it was time to wake up, so to speak, and begin his day with the looming prospect of being able to see Jonny later during the time they would spend in the studio working on new material. They, Guy, and Will had intended to meet the day before, but several things came up that resulted in the postponement, the least of which being that in their reluctance to return to their normal lives, Chris and Jonny took forever to return home.

 

Empty pop-tart boxes littered the floor around the kitchen's trash can, but there were still a few boxes left in the cabinet just above the sink. They were, for the most part, the only things of nutritional value in that kitchen, save for the lonely, half-empty jug of apple juice resting on the top shelf of the fridge. Chris pulled out one of the shinily-wrapped packages and tore it open, almost throwing bits of crust around the room. Luckily, he'd had quite a lot of experience opening pop-tarts, so the room breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it would be no dirtier than it already was.

 

The brighter view of the sun through the open living room window provided Chris with the idea that he should walk to the Beehive rather than drive, even though it was definitely a longer walk than it was to the Bakery, and would potentially be very stressfully tiring after a long night of not sleeping. Nevertheless, Chris was determined to make his journey on foot, so he quickly dressed into what he felt was appropriate attire, then set out the door, uneaten pop-tarts still in hand.

 

 

 

“Aw, you didn't bring me any?”

Guy pointedly raised his hand and gestured at Chris's pop-tarts. Chris looked down, then took a bite from one of them.

 

“Nope,” he replied with a full mouth, giving Guy a nice view of the delicious pastry he was missing out on. In response, Guy flung one of his hands up to cover his eyes.

 

“Ew, man, that's nasty! Close your mouth once in a while.”

 

“Hey, I could say the same thing to you.” Chris laughed to himself as he walked around Guy, who was shooting him unamused stares.

 

“Oh, the married couple is arguing again, I see,” came the sudden voice of Will. He and Jonny had silently entered the room at some point, and were now standing in front of Guy and Chris.

 

“Like anyone would want to marry him,” Guy muttered. “I bet he's not even good in bed.”

 

Chris looked up at this blow to his self-esteem, but his eyes immediately caught Jonny's, and they shared a smirk that neither Guy or Will noticed, as they were usually oblivious to what was really going on around them.

 

“Well, I'm sure that's something you think about too often,” Will said, placing a hand on Guy's shoulder. Guy cringed at the touch, but said nothing. “Let's get started, yeah?”

 

 

 

Will was in the other room taking a call on his cellphone, a task which apparently required the assistance of Guy. Jonny took the opportunity to sit next to Chris at the piano, swinging his guitar around to his side and being careful not to smash it into the piano's frame.

 

“You didn't get any sleep, did you?” he knowingly asked, lightly tapping his finger on the side of Chris's stomach.

 

“No,” Chris answered, disappointed, but then raised the corners of his mouth into a smile. “I couldn't stop thinking about you in a speedo.”

 

“Oh, God,” Jonny said as his cheeks turned bright red, and Chris laughed loudly and heartily.

 

“I don't see why you're embarrassed about these things around me, Jonny. It's not as though I haven't already s-”

 

“Shh!” Jonny hissed. “Jesus, Chris, what if they suddenly come back into the room?”

 

“Well, then I guess we'd be done hiding, wouldn't we?” Jonny narrowed his eyes dozily at Chris, who snarkily crinkled his nose in return. Jonny broke down into a giggle at that point, one that was only intensified once Chris joined in with his adorable chipmunk-like demeanor. Then, right on cue, Guy and Will reentered the room, shouting about something that neither Jonny or Chris knew or wanted to know about. The strange contrast of the room- shouting and giggling- went unnoticed by the party of men inside, and ceased altogether once they were facing each other.

 

“Are we ready to do this or what?” Guy tiredly asked. “Chris, do you think you can start hitting the right notes from now on?”

 

Any remaining trace of happiness immediately flushed out of Chris's face. He frowned, bowed his head, and mumbled an overly self-critical apology. Jonny, like always, kept his mouth shut, but he had to really force back the strong urge to leap up and shout as many nasty things as he could think of in Guy's face. Instead, he patted Chris's back in the most friendly way he thought possible, though he did make sure that at the next available opportunity, he winked and smiled at Chris with all the love in the world. When Chris smiled back at him, he decided that there truly was nothing- no feeling or material item or even image of Chris in nothing but elaborately tight swimwear- better than that.

 

Roll Over Beethoven

Chapter 6

 

 

 

The table was small, the chairs were small, the portions were small, the entire establishment was small. But it was small in a good way. It had a cozy feel to it. It was the kind of place that drew people in. As a result, the restaurant was packed with people. This made it seem even smaller. Chris didn't mind this at all, he actually enjoyed all of the people. Jonny, on the other hand, was very uncomfortable.

 

He shifted in his seat and the closeness of the situation made him terrified to make eye contact with Chris. He was starting to think that this had been a bad idea. But there was no going back now. Besides, he knew that Chris needed to hear this. He cleared his throat and Chris looked at him expectantly and with a certain amount of apprehension.

 

"Chris, you need to hear something. But more importantly, you need to believe it when you hear it. You are an absolutely amazing pianist. Your talent is almost beyond actual words. Every time you sit down and play, you take my breath away. And I am sure that other people would have the same reaction. That is why you are going to enter that contest. As your friend, I can't let you waste this opportunity."

 

"That's very kind of you Jonny. But I know me, I know how I am. At most, I am marginally above average. The others who have signed up are professional musicians and true musical prodigies. There's no point in fighting a losing battle." He shrugged as if to say the discussion was closed. But Jonny would not, could not, except that. He was unwavering in his belief that Chris was highly skilled and had the potential to accomplish great things in the music world. Jonny felt this contest could be the first step towards a musical career for Chris.

 

He leaned in close to Chris's face until their noses were almost touching. "Listen here Chris," he said between clenched teeth. You are just s good as all of those other people and probably better. This is a great opportunity for you! You really could make music your career! I know how much you love it. And I know you would be ecstatic if you got to play music for a living,. You would be playing all of the time, and that would make you incredibly happy. Which would, in return, make me incredibly happy. So please do this, at least for me. Please leave that cramped and sweat inducing old music room behind and move on to something better. Because you are worth it."

 

Chris was speechless. Jonny almost let a smug smile sneak onto his face. He knew he had won. His words had impacted Chris deeply, and it showed. For there was hardly ever a time where Chris wasn't speaking, with the exception of his time at the piano. But finally, the man managed to utter a response, although weakly.

 

"Wow," he mumbled, sounding slightly disoriented. "That's...wow." Jonny chuckled. It was quite nice to see that he wasn't the only one who had problems finding the right words. "Jonny.....just....I don't even know. Thank you. Thank you so much."

 

Jonny was taken aback when he looked to Chris with the intention of smiling in his direction, and noticed that Chris's eyes were becoming wet. Chris noticed the shocked expression on Jonny's face and quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry. I know I'm being such a little boy right now. But nobody has ever given me that many compliments in my entire lifetime and you gave them all in one conversation."

 

Jonny crossed his arms and nodded. "You're welcome. You deserve them."

 

Chris narrowed his eyes at Jonny, scrutinizing him. "And you seriously think I should participate in this competition?"

 

Jonny tried not to roll his eyes, he really did. He used every bit of his willpower. But this man was just so incorrigible that the ceiling was suddenly the most interesting architectural specimen there was. "Christopher Martin, haven't I made myself clear to you yet? I don't think you should participate, I know you should."

 

"Jonny, will you stand up for a second please," asked Chris, as he stood himself.

 

"Um....sure?" He stood hesitantly. Suddenly, he was being embraced by two long, well toned arms. His eyes widened and he almost gasped out loud. He felt his heart speed up and prayed that nobody could hear it pounding. After a few seconds of an experience that was both pure torture and pure heaven at the same time, Chris finally released his grip and sat back down.

 

"Jonny-boy, I will. I will sign up for the competition. BUT," he added, pointing one long index finger in Jonny's face, "I have one condition."

 

Jonny folded his hands on the table and playfully responded "State your terms."

 

"You have to help me practice. And you have to be there when I perform."

 

"Technically those were two conditions. But then again, they are hardly conditions at all. They are more like givens. Of course I will."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the phone rang, rather than being annoyed as hell, Chris jumped out of bed and ran for the cordless. He knew there could only be one person who would call him that early in the morning, even though for him it was far from early. One look at the caller ID told him that he was right, and so he frantically hit the button to switch it on.

 

“Hi, Jonny!” Chris practically shouted into the phone.

 

“Hey, Chris,” Jonny replied in a much calmer tone. “How are you?”

 

“Awfully bored. There's nothing to do around here... except wait for you to call. What's up?” Chris sat down in the nearest chair he could find, and semi-consciously crossed his legs. He started tapping, also semi-consciously, on the table beside him.

 

“I was just wondering if you were busy, or if you'd like to join me for breakfast.”

 

“Jonny, really, am I ever busy? Well... I am never too busy for you, anyway. I would love to join you.”

 

“OK, great! So, uh, meet me... you know.”

 

“Yeah, definitely. Bye, love!”

 

The sound of Jonny's laughter blew through the speaker as he said, “Bye.”

 

 

 

Chris and Jonny greeted each other with a warm- seemingly friendly to the outsider- embrace as they almost always did. After a few minutes of idle chit-chat, talking about the weather and how nice it was that the rain had stopped, they walked into the restaurant and waited to be seated.

 

The waitress was friendly enough, and she quickly took down their orders and went off to serve some other group. For a few minutes, Chris and Jonny just stared at each other, taking in the moment. The restaurant was a little crowded, but neither notice anything or anyone except for the other.

 

“So, anything new with you, then?” Chris started. Jonny tossed his head back and forth as if to say that nothing much had happened.

 

“I missed you,” he said, “but that's not new. But it did happen.”

 

“I missed you, too,” Chris beamed. “I swear to God last night was awful. Especially since I fell asleep with the TV on, and then when I woke up there was this commercial on. Guess what it was a commercial for?” he asked, slowly and pointedly, raising his arms in an over-dramatic gesture.

 

“Um...” Jonny paused, sincerely stumped by Chris's demand. “I don't know, what?”

 

Chris leaned forward and held up one finger as he said, “Never once in my life did I hear of that bed-and-breakfast until last weekend. Now it's just following me.” Jonny laughed at Chris, who in turn began to laugh.

 

“It could have been worse. At least it wasn't a Hannah Montana commercial,” Jonny pointed out.

 

“Oh, God.” Chris's eyes widened, and he was actually being quite serious. “Or even worse, it could have been the actual show.”

 

They both cringed at the thought, then a silence fell over the table. It wasn't exactly awkward, but neither of them knew what to do with it, so it lasted for quite a while. It was only broken once laughter burst out again, after Chris had decided he was going to try to play footsies with Jonny, and Jonny looked up at him blankly, then they both just cracked up.

 

 

 

Jonny set down his newly cleaned fork, swallowed, glanced at Chris, then asked, “Is something wrong?”

 

Chris, absentmindedly running his finger around the rim of his cup, shook his head and answered, “No... I was just thinking...”

 

“And?” Chris removed his hand from the cup, setting it and his other one neatly on the table in front of him.

 

“Jay, would it be all right for us to tell Guy and Will? I mean, I guess they deserve to know... It's just that I'm tired of being around you and having to suppress... Well, it's kinda like we may as well have never gotten together in the first place.”

 

“I know what you mean.” Jonny frowned down at his plate, but it was a short-lived frown; an idea seemed to burst from the toast and forced him to spring his head up. “Chris, move in with me.”

 

It was more of a demand than a proposal, but that didn't matter, because Chris was fine with that; he only needed a moment to register the words and check that they were real. “OK!” he beamed.

 

“All right. And then we can tell them when we meet up tomorrow. First we say we're moving in together, then if they ask why- I assume they'll ask why- ...we... tell them why.” Jonny's eyes filled with an honest glow, illuminating his deepest emotions. “Because I love you.”

 

“This is gonna be perfect,” Chris wondrously breathed after a long moment of looking on the verge of tears. “Jonny, we can be together. It's the only thing I've ever wanted since I met you.”

 

Jonny smiled widely and reached across the table to grab Chris's hand. “One thing, though... What do we do if, you know... they don't react so well?”

 

“You mean like if they decide they don't want to see us anymore?”

 

“Something like that.” Chris thought for a moment, then placed his free hand on top of Jonny's, creating some sort of Chris-and-Jonny-hand sandwich.

 

“Well... then, we'll still be together, right? Isn't that at least a little bit more important than them?”

 

“Yeah,” Jonny immediately replied, causing Chris to smile, which was only intensified when Jonny continued, “Actually- no offense to Guy or Will, but it's a lot more important.”

 

“Good. So... should I stay with you tonight, then?”

 

“Yes. If you want, of course.”

 

“That's cute,” Chris said with a small laugh. Jonny lowered his eyebrows questioningly in return.

 

“What's cute?”

 

“Acting like you think there's even a slight possibility that I wouldn't want to spend the night with you.”

 

Bury My Lovely

 

 

 

Don't worry if you're feeling confused by the end of this. All will be revealed! :stunned::P

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy leaned heavily on Jonny as they sat on the stairs, the morning sun shining on their faces. He breathed out a cloud of smoke.

 

“Man, this is good.” He sighed. “Why is it so freaking bad for you?”

 

“Dunno.” Jonny shrugged, making Guy groan due to his head being moved. “I’m gonna quit as soon as I finish this pack, though.”

 

Guy nodded and bit back a smile. “Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Oh, no reason. Well, apart from it frying up my lungs.”

 

Guy knew that wasn’t it, but he managed to keep his mouth shut.

 

“Yeah, I should probably be in on that.”

 

Jonny nodded and took one last drag before putting out his stub in an old flower pot.

 

“Come on, man.” He stood up and dusted off his trousers. “Let’s get some brekkie into you.”

 

Guy put out his cigarette and followed Jonny into the kitchen, feeling marginally better.

 

Chris lit up as his friends walked into the room.

“I ate all the toast Will made, but I put some more in there.” He admitted, sheepishly.

 

Two seconds later the bread popped out of the toaster, golden brown and ready to eat.

Guy’s mouth almost salivated at the prospect of food and he stumbled over to the toaster and picked up the bread. He grabbed the jam from Chris and smeared some on a piece of toast before stuffing it into his mouth.

 

“God, that’s good.” He practically moaned, making quite a show of licking his fingers. Chris blushed, not really used to seeing his friend behaving like that. “Do you want some, Chris?” He scooped up some jam on his index finger and held it out to Chris.

 

Chris raised one eyebrow quizzically and slowly shook his head.

“Thanks, I’ll just eat it off a piece of toast.”

 

“Your loss.” He put his finger into his mouth and sucked it slowly. “Mmm…”

 

Chris swallowed hard and quietly excused himself.

 

Jonny longingly looked after Chris and ran after him.

 

“What’s wrong?” He whispered outside the kitchen door.

 

“Nothing… I’m just tired, I guess. You did keep me up last night.” Chris said with a grin, that didn’t really reach his eyes.

 

“Chris…” Jonny started.

 

“I’m just gonna get me some shut-eye.”

 

“Ok.” He slowly leaned into Chris, shivering as he felt his breath on his lips. “I love you.”

 

“I love you too.” Chris sighed and languidly let his lips meet Jonny’s.

 

Jonny sighed and as Chris left and went into the kitchen to put on the kettle before sitting down in front of Guy.

 

“What are you up to?” He said and fixed his eyes on the bassist.

 

“Me?” Guy innocently asked. “Nothing.”

 

“Hm.” Jonny huffed, but chose not to press the matter any further.

 

He picked up a piece of toast, which really was the only thing Chris managed to make without setting anything on fire, and eyed the jam suspiciously for a while. He looked down at Guy’s sticky fingers that tapped out a rhythm on the table.

 

The kettle whistled. He weighed his options.

 

Maybe he should just have his toast plain.

 

-*-

 

Chris tried to shake off the feeling that something was wrong. He had gone up to his room and now lay gazing up at the painted ceiling. It was cool inside the room, and the colored glass window let in muted rainbow shadows of the mid-day sun.

 

Something definitely was very wrong but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. He chewed on his bottom lip and knitted his eyebrows together.

 

He sighed and turned over in the bed, watching the colored light dance in a big mirror on the wall.

“Pretty…” He said with a yawn and he soon drifted off to sleep.

 

-*-

 

Guy woke up with a start.

 

“What the hell?” He looked around the empty kitchen. “Why am I sleeping here?”

 

He shook his head and decided to ignore the dirty dishes on the table, due to a massive headache.

 

He slowly climbed the stairs and fell into his bed. He was asleep within minutes.

 

-*-

 

When Will finally woke, the sun had already set and the faint light of the moon painted eerie shadows on his bedroom wall. He yawned and sat up in bed, feeling very ill at ease.

 

He peeked out of his room and tiptoed to the room next to his, blanket and pillow in hand.

 

“Guy!” He hissed, shaking the bassist’s shoulder.

 

“Huh, what?” Guy dizzily replied, eyelids drooping.

 

“Can I sleep in here?”

 

Guy raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Why?”

 

“’Cause I’m bloody spooked, that’s why.”

 

Guy sighed but moved over to make room for Will. “Yeah, okay. No funny business, though!”

 

“Please.”

 

“There aren’t a lot of people who can keep their hands of this hot piece of ass, you know.”

 

“I guess I’m just one of the lucky few, then.”

 

“We’ll see.”

 

“Right, goodnight, ‘Adonis’.”

 

“You know it.”

 

“Shut up, Guy.”

 

“Yeah. Night.” He burrowed down into his pillow and soon began to snore.

 

Will looked over at his friend in the dim light and sighed heavily.

 

It was going to be a long night.