Normally I'm the chibi comic girl, but today I'm writing a fic I just thought of as I ate a piece of lemon cookie pie.

 

A not so serious situation

 

For Jelly Donut <3

 

 

It was a windy not so cold night.

Jonny relaxed in his living room, with a plate of double chocolate cake ontop of his belly, eating away with a smile as he watched Sesame Street.

Jonny sang along to Cookie Monster's song,

"C is for cookie, C is for Caring, C is for Crate, C is for .." -- "C IS FOR CAKE! CHOCOLATE CAKE! CAKE CAKE CAKE!" He sang with a mouthfull of cake.

Jonny, was a having a jolly of a good time.

"Boy! I sure am having a Jolly of a good time!" He said. "You know what could make this night even better?" He talked to himself. "What Jonny?" he responded back.

" Why, A delicious glass of cow milk of course!"

"Alright then Jonny! Let's get up and have ouselves a delicious glass of cow milk then!"

He got up and suddenly Chris threw himself onto the living room window and did a super hero pose.

"Chris! What the hell? Did you just crash into my window for no reason!?"

"Why, yes I did!"

"Why?"

"Shut up!" He pulled out a gun "Gimme all of your money!"

"What?.." Jonny was confused, what was going on?.. was he dreaming?.. will this result to sexy cake sex?..

Chris looked at Jonny angrily, and held the gun tighter.

"Alright, Alright!" He threw 2 dollars on the floor.

Chris picked them up and ate them.

"Now! Gimme your belt!"

"Why?" He kept asking.

"Because! It's a nice belt!" He glared at it.

Is he staring at my budgie or at my belt?.. - Jonny tought to himself.

"Take your damn belt off!" He demanded.

"Okay.." Jonny was scared, but then began to like it.

"You know, your kinda sexy when your angry.." Jonny commented.

"I said shut up!.."

Jonny grinned.

"Now, Gimme your pants!"

"Why?"

"Stop asking questions and do as I say!" he moved his gun around.

"Alright.." He slowly took off his pants, and threw them on the floor"

"Now, gimme your shirt.." Chris smiled, he was holding a chuckle.

Jonny took of his shirt, but still staring at Chris.

"Okay.. take off your underwear.." he succeded to stay serious.

"WHAT!?" Jonny yelled.

Chris gave him a demanding look, Jonny was aware that he couldn't ask any more questions.

He took off his underwear and threw them on the floor.

Chris picked them up, and wore it as a hat.

 

He stood there, with silence.

Jonny, a naked man in the middle of his living room, stared into Chris' baby blue eyes, with a frown on his face, covering his budgie with his hat, with his only patience, he asked;

 

"Why are you doing this?"

 

Chris,with an evil face, grinned and chuckled.

"No reason, I just wanted to see you naked"

Jonny looked down at the floor and bit his lip.

"This gun isn't even real, it's plastic.. Look, it shoots apple juice.. Squirt, Squirt!" he squirted apple juice at Jonnys face, and jumped out the window.

 

 

It's written very crappy because I'm sleepy :tongue:

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Hi, I wrote this if anyone is interested???

 

Its not directly about Chris and Jonny but all 4 play a part

 

oh and this is the song that is playing on the piano......

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxSMckGfQ2k&feature=PlayList&p=E32B527449E1F7EA&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=2]YouTube- Cocteau Twins - Alice (Lyrics)[/ame]

 

 

 

Ok here it goes....

 

A Whisper

 

 

 

I did not remember when I fell asleep. I could not recall the exact moment where I left my sleeping body on the pillow and fell back onto the black marble stage. But the dream.... it remains in my head even now as clear and precise as one of the crystal vases on our untouched dining room table.

 

 

 

Its quiet in my grandfathers house. Dark. A dim yellow streetlamp barely casts a glow through the thick cloth curtains. I'm tired of sitting wide awake in this chair, in the den, at 3 am. while all the rest of the world is sleeping? It isn't fair.

 

I get up to go off to my room. As soon as my feet touch the tile I hear it, a piano playing somewhere in the house, a loop. We don't have a piano. How..... who is.... I cant even finish my own questions I'm so confused. But not alarmed. I follow the music and turn down the hallway. My door is 10 miles away... 15, 20? the corridor has been stretched like a taffy pull. Why is my door a jar? and all around it a bright halo of light beams from between the wood and its frame, it seeps between the hinges and spills out on the floor until it reaches my feet. I walk down it with curiosity, and with a sweaty nervous palm, push away the rectangle of white washed pine.

 

But I see nothing, an elevator shaft? All the light is gone. In front of me, beside me solid dark wall, and a gaping hole I lean forward to look...

AHAAAAAAA!!!

Someone has ripped the floor from under me, the room tips forward and I fall into a black rectangle of nothing. And scream and plummet.

 

 

 

WHACK!

my entire body thuds to ground at once. I open my eyes and see sky. I stand up and look up around and everywhere. I am in an indoor concert hall but up clouded at the ceiling is swirling blue sky and glitter?.. stars. And a bright full moon, pale and sick with grief, illuminating rows upon rows of rusted dusty folding chairs and big expanding trees growing up against the walls.

My feet are cold and bare, I look down and notice two things,

one, I have fallen onto a stage, onyx pearly marble

and two, I'm wearing a plain white gauze dress instead of my usual Hello Kitty flannel.

 

The music! I hear it again resounding so close.... to my left. What my eyes set upon makes me shiver and whimper.

 

 

 

 

I look over to see three glacial blocks of ice, each as wide and tall as my bedroom door. Inside stand statues of men.

 

I feel tears seep up to the rims of my eyes as I look at each frozen figure. Pale, and cold.

"Jonny?" I whisper.

He is stagnant. His face and body locked still. I walk further to the left, to the next box encasing just as much of a rigid figure as Jonny.

"Will." I breathe, His face looks pained. His body angled as though he was turning to run. I walk to the last one and gasp.

"Guy... oh what have they done to you all?" I sob freely. He towers above me with eyes locked on something distant, his face and lips tinged a pallid slab of blue,

fists clenched, arms, torso, legs bound in a frigid prison.

I press my hands up against the wall of frozen water and feel the cold sting my palms, I can barely pull them away, leaving white melting fingerprints when I finally do.

 

Then I realize... that's only 3...where's .......I turn my head. And see the source of the music, of the notes that have been resounding everywhere since I left the den.

 

 

 

Chris sat at a black glossy piano, his hands grazing up and down the same points on the keyboard back curled over the piano in the shape of the first letter of his name, of his bands name.

 

I walk over smiling, tears slicing down my face, he isn't walled up in frost. Not completely. I step over the paper thin wall of ice starting to form in a square around him and the piano, studying him for a moment his stare fixed on every key his fingers struck, trancelike, he repeated the same notes over and over....

 

"Chris?" I whispered

He looked up and I felt my heart trip up and sputter, the blood in my veins didn't quite reach my fingertips

He smiled and motioned for me to sit at the piano beside him. And I, too memorized by his eyes, did not do so till a few moments after.

 

I never understood how a color so pale and cool could, in his eyes be so warm and kind.

I sat, and noticed how the side of me that was next to him felt warmer than the shoulder that faced open air

he generated heat, the surface of my skin started to thaw.

 

"play it with me" he asked gently

I felt my finger tips gravitate towards every note perfectly, at the same time as his. Like clockwork, our fingers punched out a musical harmony and I heard voices singing, from every corner of the room, from my very pours sirens sang and I began to notice something strange as we played this song.

 

Whenever Chris hit a chord by himself, a faint light sprang from that key, a beam. I played it with him faster and began to see ribbons of light fly from the piano.

 

I followed the strands with my eyes and saw them in turn, meet something like a flicker of tiny spotlights in front of the piano. I strained my eyes and saw a figure.... for seconds at a time in front of the keyboard. Translucent,.... a child? It looked like myself when I was 11? But I never had short hair.

 

Then a beam hit it, a pair of eyes and I saw my best friend and new.

Alice? I called.

 

 

 

The lights flickered and illuminated bits of her at a time, like light illuminates smoke, she was translucent and pale arms outstretched, crying as hard as the day I said good bye. I started to cry too, and play, my tears turning to lead and crashing down on the wrong keys as soon as they left my eyes.

 

I looked to Chris, his eyes fixed down on the notes, and I began to play faster harder, sloppy my fingers slamming onto notes trying to bring her back.

 

And with one chord I saw a flash of it, her neck... bruised... snapped. The tattletale, purple and blue rings of her fathers fingerprints. It sent her into a different wall of ice... one made of cherry-wood and lined with silk padding. Piled six feet under a clod of earth. Sandwiched between levels of bedrock. I played faster to try and see her all at once. The singing was still going shrill and bittersweet, singing while I cried out

Alice, Alice! Alice!

 

“Shudder shock of pale”

 

Alice. Alice, Alice Alice!

 

“she fell,”

 

But hard as I try I could not illuminate her in song like Chris could. No one could. But soon even that wasn't enough... his fingers started to pad softly and the beams grew dim, Alice outstretched her arms and I ran from the piano and ran to embrace evaporating smoke. She was gone and I turned and found Chris too, growing dim, a light fading The piano fell to ash.

I collapsed onto cold mean shiny floor and whimpered "Don't leave me."

 

And for a moment I saw all four of them bright as sun streaks walking away,

Chris turned to me and said the same advice I heard the first night I ever heard his voice. I heard Chris sing a comfort that introduced me to my best friend, to a world of music.

 

He walked over to me, smiled lovingly with blue eyes full of calm and empathy. He bent his face to the side of my cheek.

On the edge of my ear I heard him breathe a whisper, “Don’t Panic”

 

 

 

....The End

 

 

 

Tangled Up In Blue

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

The moon hung high in the sky by the time Guy finally put down the book.

He had finished it.

Again he smiled a bit.

He had lost.

He always lost.

He was just no match for that book.

It had beaten him, just like the fish had.

He stood slowly and stretched his arms out wide.

It was high time he got some sleep.

In his box of a room, he stripped down to his undergarments.

Then he crawled under his thick blue comforter.

The days were hot but the nights were cold, even in the summer.

He had no air conditioning and suffered during the summer heat.

He did, however, have a wood burning stove for warmth,

but he needed to save his wood ration for the wintertime,

when both days and nights were bitter.

So for now he had to make do with wrapping the comforter around him.

He shut his eyes and waited for sleep to come.

It was a short wait.

It was late and his day had been long.

He was exhausted and slept deeply.

But he dreamed of many things.

Living so isolated had caused him to develop an excellent imagination.

He dreamed nearly every night.

His dreams were filled with foreign lands and foreign people.

But he also dreamed of familiar faces.

One in particular stood out among the rest.

It was because of this person that Guy knew he dreamed in color.

Every time he dreamed of him he remembered the blue of the man’s eyes.

It was the last thing he saw before he opened his own eyes.

Guy’s body ran on a natural clock.

He had stopped using an alarm clock years ago.

He always awoke right at the crack of dawn, whenever that might be.

The grey light of early morning welcomed him.

But his comforter had conformed to the shape of his slender frame overnight.

Guy had little room to move.

The blanket strictly encased him, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

He wanted to get up.

He knew he needed to.

It was essential for him to have a successful day fishing.

His stock was running dangerously low,

even though it was the best season for the largest and most abundant fish.

But the warm embrace of the blanket urged him to stay put.

Its soft caress as he moved even a little let him know that it wanted him to stay.

It called out to him.

It whispered to him ever so softly.

“Stay with me, please,” it plead.

And Guy stayed.

He closed his eyes again and lay there until the sun was well over the horizon.

There in his bed under a layer of warmth and comfort he remained,

tangled up in blue.

 

 

 

 

Ok, so my inspiration is like -100. :( But I wanted to post a little something I wrote the other day. It's been constructed out of two song lyrics. The first one is from Imogen Heap's 'The Moment I Said It' and the other one is also by her and it's called 'Clear the Area'. Give them a listen if you want to! Oh, well as I said, it's nothing much.

 

 

 

 

The Moment I Said It

Chris/Jonny

 

“I want you to stop. I mean it. If you don’t stop I’ll leave you.” The moment I said it I… I could see the light go out of your eyes. The lead in your eyelids bulldozed the life right out of me. It was as if someone had punched me in the stomach. I gasped for breath. I struggled for air. You stood there; still, eyes dull. Then something snapped in you.

 

“What kind of fucking ultimatum is that?!” You began to pace the room. “I don’t have a problem.”

 

“I know what you're thinking… But, darling, you're not thinking straight…” I stopped as you came closer to me. Your breath reeked of whisky. You used to say that sadly things just happen we can't explain. I couldn’t explain why I pushed you away, but I did.

 

You glared at me, your emerald eyes dark. You turned on your heel and stormed over to the door, throwing our things around. “I don’t have to put up with this shit. I have somewhere to be.”

 

“It's not even light out!” I protested. “How can you possibly have somewhere to be?”

 

You didn’t even hesitate. I had never seen you like that. I felt chills run down my spine. I didn’t like it at all. You found what you looked for in my jacket pocket. I ran over to the door and stood in front of it.

“Just put back the car keys. You have been drinking. Somebody's gonna get hurt!”

You angrily threw the car keys at me and picked up your cell phone.

 

“Who are you calling at this hour?” I decided to change tactics and grasped your hand and pulled you to the couch. “Sit down; come round, I need you.” I kissed your hand and you pulled away from me. My heart broke a little.

“We'll work it all out together, I promise. You’re not alone in this. But we're getting nowhere tonight.

Could you please go to bed? I promise it'll all seem better.” I said. Somehow in time.

 

You stormed out into the kitchen and I followed close behind. You turned around.

“Stop following me, Chris!” I felt the blood run from my face. You picked up a plate.

“Please, Jon.” I pleaded. “You’re scaring me. Don't…” You threw the plate at the refrigerator. “Please don’t!” Another white plate flew across the room.

 

I stood silent and watched you destroy our china in your fit of rage. I felt you slipping through my fingers. I was losing you. And I couldn’t believe that you were able to throw it all – throw us away. With no hesitation.

 

 

Clear the Area

Chris/Guy

 

I knocked on the door. Guy’s weak voice was heard through the white door. “Are you alone?”

I smiled wryly. “Yes, no one’s out here and I wasn’t followed by anyone either. Now, please let me in.”

The door swung open as he unlocked it. He were sprawled on the ground. He had his head in his hands.

 

“I wanna go home.” He moaned. I thought he looked like a sick child where he lay.

“Shh…” I hushed. “You’re already home. The party’s over. You don’t look so good, man.”

 

He almost sobbed with relief as I helped him back into his bed.

“The room’s spinning, Chris.” He snuggled deeper into his pillow. “I feel like I’m falling.”

“You’ll find your way back down.”

 

“Make sure no one gets in here.”

 

I don’t have the heart to tell him that everyone left a few hours ago.

 

“I’ll keep the area clear.” I tell him. “I’ll be right here. You just find your way back down in one piece.”

The night is uneventful. I wake up to empty the plastic bucket I have put next to his bed which he has put to good use. I’m not really disgusted. Maybe just a little.

 

The low light of the morning is beautiful. I walk out on the balcony and I soon hear Guy stumble up beside me.

 

“Eh, you don’t have to stay you know.” He tells me and leans heavily on the balcony rail as he lights a cigarette. “Thanks.” He adds as an afterthought.

 

I bite my lip as I steal a look at his tired eyes. I know that he wants me to stay a little while longer.

 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to get him to tell me what’s been troubling him for quite some time now.

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I gently put my hand on his shoulder and I feel the muscles beneath my hand tighten as if he wants to shrug me off.

 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” I ask. “Just try.”

 

He turns his face away from me and then, suddenly, his shoulders begin to shake.

I quickly embrace him and he sobs against my shoulder.

 

“Shh… It’s ok. Just get it all out.”

 

The sun is high in the sky when his sobs finally subside. He looks at me with bloodshot eyes. He’s never been more beautiful to me. I meet his brown eyes and there’s no need to say anything between us.

 

He kisses me gently before he turns around and walks into his apartment again.

 

“Hey Chris?”

 

I turn around and watch him stand in the shady entrance.

“Thank you.”

 

I nod. I knew he’d find his way down.

 

 

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Chapter 7

 

 

Katie sat beside Chris in the hospital bed. She held his hand and was drawing circles on the back of his hand with her finger. She soon grew bored of circles and started writing letters. Which lead to words and she ended up writing I love you on his hand.

 

“I love you too.” Chris said with a cracking voice.

 

Katie quickly dropped his hand and stood back. “Oh my gosh! Your awake!” Katie quickly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Chris weak frame.

 

“Um dear, you’re cutting of my pain meds.” Chris said as he winced a little, yet still gave one of his cheeky smiles.

 

“Sorry sorry! Oh Chris! I’m so sorry, I should have warned you how die hard my dad is about hunting and we shouldn’t have come and..”

 

“Katherine! Stop! Take a deep breath. Now I need you to do something for me. Place your hand on my heart. Do you feel it beating?”

 

Warm drops were falling from her Katie’s eyes but she did as Chris asked and placed her hand on his heart. She felt the steady beat. “Yes.”

 

“Now move your face in front of me.”

 

Katie slowly inched her way toward his face until she was staring directly into his eyes. She could see every color blue reflecting, cerulean, aqua, cyan, azure and the rare touches of sapphire blue. They were all used to create the unique blend of blue that only Chris had.

 

Chris inched his head forward until his lips meet with Katie’s. He kissed her rough but tender. Then whispered a question in her ear, “Did you feel that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then there is nothing to be sorry about, I am here with you, and you still have my heart.”

 

“Christopher!” Katie swooned and then lay down next to him on the bed.

 

“I love you so much Katie!” Chris said as he kissed her neck. So what exactly is wrong with me?”

 

“Haha oh Chris! Well the doctor says you are very lucky the bullet missed you heart by less then a centimeter. He was able to remove it and patch you up, but you lost a great deal of blood, so you had to have a blood transfusion, So you are going to be a bit tired and sore, but you’ll be fine. The funny thing is when mum told me you were out hunting I told her you would come back with a hole in your body!”

 

“Well it looks like I have made that come true. But Katie if it wasn’t for you father’s quick thinking I might not be here, I remember him applying pressure to my wound.”

 

“Daddy is very upset with himself. He hasn’t left the hospital since he brought you here two days ago.”

 

“Two days! Wow I was out for awhile!”

 

“You have no idea! I have been an emotional wreck. I thought you would never wake up.”

 

Chris wrapped his arm around Katie and kissed the top of her head. “I promised you I would always be here for you and I always will.”

 

Katie snuggled up closer to Chris and they both dozed off.

 

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When Chris awoke Katie was gone but sitting in a chair against the wall was her father. He looked up and saw that Chris was awake again.

 

“ Her mum took her home to shower and freshen up.”

 

Chris just nodded his head.

 

“Chris, I want you to know how deeply sorry I am. It was a complete accident. You took me by surprise with your question.”

 

“Sir, if I can interrupt you I was wondering what you answer is to that? I truly love her and well I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

 

Katie’s father stood up and walk to Chris’ bedside. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of his once penetrating eyes. “You’re the only one I would allow to marry my daughter, but you must promise me this one thing. Never go to bed angry. No matter if you know you are right or whatever, just always make things right and you will have a happy relationship. You will be able to withstand whatever is thrown in your path.”

 

Chris too was crying “I promise.. I promise with every part of my heart! Thank you sir! Thank you.”

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

 

Katie and Chris had been back from their little excursion for about 3 weeks now. Chris and Jonny were in was room in the flat fooling around with their guitars.

 

“Chris I think that we should form a band. You play the piano and you have a pretty good voice. I can play guitar all right and I know that Guy is willing to play bass cause of your old piano. Oh and I think we can get Will to play drums, that man could touch any instrument and turn it into magic.”

 

“Jon I don’t know.. I have a crap voice and well I need to ask Katie to marry me soon. I got her dads permission and..”

 

“Haha Chris I think you got more than her dads permission!” Jon said as he pointed toward Chris chest.

 

“Haha alright true, but I need to do it before he changes his mind or something. How should I do it?”

 

“She loves it when you sing. Maybe you should write her a song or something?”

 

“Yeah, and have her reject me cause of my crap voice? Great Idea Jon! Wait your not trying to sabotage me are you? Cause I know kung fu and I can kick you butt!”

 

“You would trip over your Velcro shoe strap before you could kick my butt! But damn Chris, your too cunning! How did you know I wanted to steal you girl?” Jonny asked as he rolled his eyes and threw his guitar pick at Chris’ head.

 

“I have the third sense Jon! I know everything!”

 

“Oh? Is that so huh? Well then you should know how to propose to your girlfriend if you know everything!”

 

“Crap, I forgot to pick up my refill on third sense at Tesco, seriously Jon what should I do?”

 

“Sing Chris. Sing. She loves your voice and so do I so let’s make the band eh?”

 

“Well.. I don’t know. Are you sure Will and Guy are in?” Chris was interrupted when Katie walked in.

 

“Hey Guys! What’s going on?”

 

“Oh hey Katie! I was just trying to convince Chris to form a band with me, Will, and Guy”

 

“Chris you should do it! You have an amazing voice!”

 

“See Chris! Katie thinks you voice is amazing! Now lets do it!” Jonny said with a sly smile.

 

“Fine , fine! We’ll try it out.”

 

“Yay! Oh Chris and Jonny! Your band is going to be brilliant.”

 

“Sweet! I’ll let will and Guy know. Oh and Chris you do know what fine stands for? Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional!”

 

“I am not amused Jonathon Buckland. I had a bad experience!” Chris tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t. He burst out laughing and threw a pillow at Jonny’s face. Soon a pillow fight emerged and all that anyone who looked into the room would see would be three good friends and a million tiny white feathers floating in the air.

 

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Chris had gone to bed with Katie, but couldn’t sleep he had to ask her or he was going to go crazy, so he got up and wrote. He wrote and wrote until the sun was beginning to rise. He retrieved the little black box and knelt by her side of the bed and waited for her to awake.

 

Katie lay in bed feeling the sun on her face. It left a warm glow and made her happy. She cracked open here eye to see Chris glowing face next to her. She smiled and reached out her hand and stroked his face.

 

Chris smiled and sang in the softest voice “Good morning beautiful. Last night, in the quiet, when our day was through, I listened to you sleeping and stayed awake by you. And softly, through the evening, there I spoke your name, And told you all the feelings I’ve had. I sometimes see you sitting by the window in the hall. Or laughing with your friends at the little things you saw. And lately I’ve been wondering if it’s all I can do, To hold you and to show you I do. My promise is forever with you, My promise is forever. “I do.” Chris opened the little black box. “Will you marry me Katherine Marie?”

 

 

 

 

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Meaning Sometimes Nothing

 

 

 

 

 

Chris says:

Oh my god!

Jonny says:

What?

Chris says:

Do you have any idea how heavy Chris is??

I mean, that kid's pretty skinny, but he's tall and it adds up.

Jonny says:

So, he's out, then?

Chris says:

Without a doubt.

Jonny says:

Well.. could you tell me when he wakes up?

I have something I need to say to him.

Chris says:

Ooooh, what is it?

Jonny says:

I'm not telling

you

!

Chris says:

:shifty:

Why not?

I'm much more trustworthy than Guy. :P

Jonny says:

Because I'm already nervous enough.

And I want Chris to be the first to hear it.

Chris says:

Aw, you're going to tell him you love him, aren't you?

Jonny says:

… Maybe.

Chris says:

Awww!

Jonny says:

Stop it! You're making me more nervous!

Chris says:

What's there to be nervous about?

You already know he loves you, it's not like you've got anything to lose.

Jonny says:

I know, but...

I'm just nervous, OK?!

Chris says:

Why would you want to say it to him over this thing anyway?

Jonny say:

Oh. Good point.

Well, then, I guess I'll see you in a few minutes.

_____

Jonny has left the conversation.

 

 

 

Jonny knocked on the door. His hands were sweating like crazy. Will was right, what did he have to be nervous about?

 

Sparkly blue eyes answered the door. Jonny felt nauseous.

 

“I love you,” he vomited, stealing all the oxygen from Chris. He stood there, wide-eyed, for about an eternity.

 

“You do?” Chris finally asked when he found his voice. He stared into Jonny's green eyes for a moment. Really stared. “Oh, you do!”

 

Chris jumped forward and threw his arms around Jonny. He laid his head on Jonny's shoulder and they both just stood there for a while, enjoying each other's embrace.

 

“What happened to Will?”

 

“Will? Oh,” Chris said. He pulled back to look at Jonny and laughed. “Will was never here.”

 

“...What?”

 

“It was all a set-up,” Chris quickly explained. “Forget about it, oh! It's such a perfect day!”

 

He hugged Jonny again, but the idea was soon put into his mind that they would fair a lot better inside Chris's apartment.

 

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Jonny's Woes

 

 

 

 

I give you everything Chris don’t you see?

I put all I have into the music we make.

My sprit, my life, my dreams and my energy,

I give them all to you.

 

The music isn’t for the band,

My chords aren’t for the fans,

I play because you asked me to,

That day we first met.

 

I remember each of your requests,

I want to fill them all,

I need to see you happy,

Even if it’s with something other than me.

 

When you hear the tune I worked on last night,

And you smile as I let my fingers dance,

I hope for you to recognize the inspiration behind the melody,

Of that story you told me earlier on.

 

I stay up until the wee hours,

Trying to fix everything for you.

Everything must be perfect,

You are worth nothing less.

 

As that smile stays on your lips playfully,

You don’t realize this has taken me hours,

Eventually you ask for more,

I can’t deny you of it,

 

But I wish there was a thank you.

 

 

 

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:curtain:

 

DUDE!

 

 

 

"I'm sick of this, Chris!" Guy moaned. He reached for the remote but Chris hit it away from him. "Arrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! Christopher Anthony John Martin! We are not watching America's Next Top Model! Okay?"

 

"But… but… I want to see if Melrose wins the photo shoot!"

 

"No, Chris! Enough is enough; we've all accepted that you're gay, but that's no reason to… to feminise yourself!" Guy looked at Chris in disgust.

 

Guy noticed a tear forming in Chris's eye. "I have an excellent taste in television, that's all. I don't like cars or cricket or sport… some men don't either." Chris was getting defensive now. Uhoh. "Just because I like to look presentable doesn't mean I'M A FREAK!" He stormed out and slammed the door behind him.

 

Guy didn't bother chasing after Chris, instead he just sighed and got out his cell phone. He typed in the number and waited.

 

"Will, I need your help. Come to Chris's apartment as soon as you can."

 

 

 

I'm incapable of writing anything long:awesome:

 

 

 

 

 

Will Champion's Day Off

 

 

 

Will glanced out the window.

 

It was raining again.

 

He shut the curtains to block out the awful sight of the stormy grey clouds looming ominously above.

 

What was there for him to do?

 

He wondered to himself how the garden was doing. Such a rainy year, even more so than usual. He hoped it hadn't been ruined.

 

The lights flickered a little as the rain pelted harder. Thunder would come soon, and maybe the power would go out. Then there would be nothing to do.

 

The kitchen was dark, pitch black even though it was only four in the afternoon. Will often thought of moving elsewhere, to a place where the sun actually existed. He had enough money.

 

Somewhere tropical would be nice. The sun, the trees, maybe even the ocean.

 

But he had a life here. Friends he talked to all the time, a job he loved to pieces. He couldn't leave it.

 

The rain died down, only to make room for the thunder. A flash of light, a dull roar, and Will knew it was time.

 

The candles were on the mantelpiece, but that was all the way across the room. If the power went out, he wouldn't be able to see well enough to make it. The power was going to go out.

 

He didn't light them; it would have been a waste. He set them down beside him and picked up the book he was reading. In truth, he hadn't even so much as looked at it in weeks. It hadn't held his interest and he'd been busy. They were going to release an album soon.

 

The one day he had off, it rained.

 

Chris was no doubt in the studio anyway. He was always in there, keeping himself busy and distracted from his obvious relationship troubles, venting his frustration through melodic therapy. Will shook his head. If only he would just admit that he's in love with Jonny. Of course, maybe then they wouldn't make such good music. After all, people go nuts for that sad, sappy stuff.

 

The thunder seemed to stop. Will wasn't taking any chances, though.

 

The phone rang. Will didn't really feel like answering it. It rang again. He still didn't feel like answering it, but he also didn't feel like hearing it ring a third time.

 

“Hey, Will. What are you up to?”

 

“Nothing. The rain is killing me.”

 

“Ha, I hear ya, man. Hey, wanna come over and play some PS2? I have... uh, San Andreas. That's a great game.”

 

“That's not two-player... except for those two-player parts... I guess. It beats sitting and listening to the rain, anyway.”

 

“Cool. See you soon, then.”

 

“Yeah, bye.”

 

Will looked around for a jacket. It was still raining, and he obviously didn't want to get wet.

 

Going over to Jonny's to play video games. Maybe he could convince Jonny to admit that he was in love with Chris. That might go over better.

 

Playing video games- what was he, 15? Hey, man, you know that Chris kid in our history class? Do you think he's cute? Oh, you should ask him out.

 

If those two had gotten together when they were 15, life would have been so much easier for everyone. But different. Will wasn't sure that would be so good. Maybe then he wouldn't have enough money. Hopefully he'd still have the friends, at least, if not a job he loved.

 

Then again, maybe life wasn't meant to be easy. Maybe the rain wasn't meant to stop. Maybe no one would really ever have a day off.

 

 

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Tangled Up In Blue

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

Finally, after many hours, Guy dragged himself out from beneath the covers.

The comforter showed its sorrow without Guy’s presence.

It lay there, limp and lonely.

“Feel sorry for me,” it said.

And Guy did, just a little.

“Have pity, come back to me,” it cooed.

But that was one thing Guy could not do.

Sympathetic to its fate, he smoothed it out across the bed and tucked its corner neatly under the mattress.

“Perk up,” he told it. “I will be back again tonight.”

He cooked a quick breakfast for himself.

Fish again, of course.

He was down to his last cuts, and he knew that had to change.

So he took his tackle box and the special box that contained his fishing pole and went outside to face the morning sun.

He sat down in the grass a little ways from the cabin, feeling the warm rays on his face.

He opened the fishing pole’s special box and delicately put it together.

Then he swiftly took the few steps necessary to reach the cabin and placed the black box at its proper location on the table.

He exited the cabin once more, quite determined to accomplish a great deal that day.

By the sun’s position in the sky, Guy could tell it was nearly noon already.

He had already wasted far too much time.

But looking up towards the sky had been a mistake.

After seeing the sun, he allowed his eyes to wander towards the open sky.

It was a beautiful, brilliant blue.

There were no clouds at all.

There was nothing but the endless blue.

It intrigued him.

No, it fascinated him.

Such a pure and never ending kind of blue.

He lay back in the soft grass.

His newly assembled fishing pole lay on one side of him.

The tackle box sat squarely on the other.

Neither of them got any use that day.

Guy put his hands behind his head and relaxed.

He stared up at the sky with large, brown eyes that expressed al the admiration in the world.

Admiration for this sweet and lovely blue that flaunted itself before him.

There were many times in which tried to look away.

He would suddenly be reminded that the fishing pole and tackle box still lay untouched at his sides.

Many times his hands twitched toward the items.

But something deep in his subconscious prevented him from ever picking them up.

He was stuck lying in the grass that day, he knew that much for sure.

His eyes remained glued to the sky and he couldn’t stop another tiny smile from showing up on his face.

Whether he liked it or not, he was once again tangled up in blue.

 

 

 

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Christopher Anthony John Martin

 

 

 

My worse fanfic EVER. I had to write this because I lost a bet. It's crap and I think I rather not get reviews then hear how unoriginal and crappy it is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chris is a ball of energy. On stage he is up and about never ready to rest. He dances with the crowds, he jumps and sings and never misses a beat. Sometimes I’d wonder if he would blink during a concert. He ran the long stage from the little section Guy claimed to the ramp upon which I stand yet; he never tired out for a moment. I wasn’t like him at all, he’d ask me to dance and I would but, I wasn’t able to for long, I would tire out and let him be.

 

The man had the energy and mentality of a five year old. He was always on the go and ready to explore. It was a new song idea he got at three am or a new band he saw at a local gig, he was on the ball. If only I could be half the spirit he is I would be able to get past this state I’m in.

 

We shared hotel rooms; we’ve been sharing them for over a year now. Chris and I were roommates as well as bedmates, though not in that certain way. He was never able to sleep since the day we met. Chris told me he had never had a goodnight’s sleep. One long night after a concert when Chris was feeling a bit ill he broke this insomnia.

 

The second he laid his curly head to the pillow his eyes drifted shut and he was fast asleep. I couldn’t help but, to stare. Was he faking it? I couldn’t tell. Whether he was asleep or not I knew he looked more like an angle than he ever did, when he was at rest. When he had closed down his mind for the night and let his body rest all his frown lines and stressed out features disappeared.

 

My blue eyed friend was a dream who had dreams of his own. I could never have him I knew that but, it was nice to think about it. I would lay back when he was asleep and picture us as a happy couple.

 

I imagined there was a ring on his left ring finger. I imagined this motel was a lavish resort we were spending our honeymoon at. I tried to think about what our house would really look like. Would we have kids? Were they blondes or did they have dull green eyes? Did we have a little daughter? Or did we have a few troublesome boys?

 

The most significant question I pondered was whether Chris would dream of me tonight or not. I was silent in my thoughts for hours when I heard muttering from Guy and Will’s room.

 

“Who do you think will admit it first?”

 

“Chris will. Jonny is too soft-spoken and shy to confess love. Not even to a cake.”

 

“I’m sure he could. I mean have you seen the looks he gives those chocolate cakes down at the bakery?”

 

“He probably fears the cake doesn’t feel the same.”

“He fears Chris doesn’t feel the same.”

 

“Chris fears Jon won’t feel the same.”

 

“We have to help them out. I can’t watch them go like this, it so stressful.”

 

“Stressful?”

 

“Kinda like watching a superhero having his mask being ripped off and people still not realizing who he is. You get stressed by how oblivious people are.”

 

“When do you think they fell for each other?” Guy asked.

 

“Before we knew them. I could see it. They were in love then.”

 

“What if they are just pretending? They could already be together and just hide it from us. Maybe that’s what they are scared of.”

 

Were they serious? They thought Chris loved me back. They thought we were dating back in university. Back when we shared an apartment. The fact that I wasn’t the only one who thought this crushed me. If everyone else sees it then why doesn’t Chris? Chris wasn’t naïve; he knew when something was up.

 

Chris knew I was in love with him, but he would not tell me he knew. He knew and he wasn’t feeling the same. That could be the only possibility. Why Christopher? Why must I be suffering from your beauty? Why couldn’t you feel the same?

 

I began to cry. My heart felt like it was being stepped on and torn to shreds. My shoulders began to shake with my uncontrollable sobbing. I was hurting from my heart and it made my head ache and my muscles sore.

 

Chris began to stir after my crying had turned to wailing. I was being a weak little poof, a child almost. Men don’t cry over their unrequited love for their closest friend. I tried to stop but, I wasn’t able to. When I opened my eyes everything was a deep shade of vermillion.

 

“Jonny-boy? J, what the-? Are you alright?” Chris bolted up from beneath the sheets as if his slumber had not just been disturbed. He moves closer to me and puts his arms around me. “Shhh…” He hushes me, rubbing his hands down my back. I cannot stand being so close to the reason for my tears. He’s rubbing it in my face -or rather back- that I can only have friendship from him.

 

I push him away rather forcefully and hurry down the bed, falling out when I reach the bottom. I land flat on my back and end up winding myself.

 

“Jon what is going on?!” Chris angrily shouts at me, while my eyes water and I try to breathe. Will and Guy must have heard my fall as the door flings open and they walk in.

 

Guy assuming it was my own clumsiness makes a joke out of our situation.

 

“Looks like Chris wasn’t happy when Jonny admitted his love,” He winks at Will. Will ignores the comment and asks us what happened. Chris sits one the edge of the bed and tries to explain his side while I catch my breath. Will listens patiently and Guy walks off muttering something about Dianna.

 

“Jonny? Why were you crying?” Will asks simply and flat out.

 

Do it Jonny… Do it. Say it, tell them. Make Chris realize. Say it.

 

“I… Love… L- Love…You…” The two men stare at me with blank expressions. “Chris.” Will slowly leaves the room smiling.

 

“Really Jon?” I nod at Chris and we share a passionate kiss.

 

 

 

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