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this poem is... a Will poem. because it's not obvious if you only read the poem, so i'm informing you. :P

Sparkling

 

 

 

You're beautiful, my love,

with everything you do.

Everything your light touches upon

shines with life anew.

Those movements,

so gentle and so calm,

give you total control;

The whole world is in your palm.

When I see you, my love,

I'm so happy I could cry.

The tears would stream

in an endless supply.

You could dry those tears

with that grace of yours,

and transport me to peace

among the oceans and shores.

The water's calm,

the tide is low,

and just like you,

the ocean's aglow.

You surpass mere divinity,

more passionate than romance,

yes, you, my one true love:

Interpretive dance.

 

Tangled Up In Blue

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

At some point Guy must have dozed off.

His eyes opened suddenly but he hadn’t remembered closing them.

Immediately he searched for the blue in the sky.

But he was highly disappointed.

The vast blue sky had been overrun with large clouds.

They were gathering quickly and they enveloped the entire sky on a somber gray.

They decreased the intensity of the sun’s light and made it look as though more time had passed than actually did.

But Guy knew it was still too late to bother going out on the lake.

Especially not with the formidable clouds rolling in.

It would be more than a little risky to be out on the lake in his tiny rowboat when a storm was sure to begin at any moment.

It would be plain stupidity.

Guy stood and looked around.

He didn’t know what to do with himself, now that any kind of fishing was out of the picture.

He hadn’t missed a day of fishing since he had first arrived here.

With a sigh he decided that there was nothing left to do but return to the cabin.

Just in time, it started to rain, and then to pour.

He picked up his pole and tackle box and turned around to face his home.

Then he dropped them right back on the ground again.

Standing before him was the familiar face of his dreams.

He had his nose, his mouth, his hair, his smile.

He had all the same little imperfections.

The tiny wrinkles and creases in his face were located at just the right spots.

But most importantly, he had the same eyes.

The same bright blue eyes that Guy could never forget as long as he lived, even out in the middle of nowhere.

The same eyes that shone brightly even as the body they were a part of became slowly soaked in the rain.

“Chris,” Guy whispered, his voice caked with love.

Chris didn’t say anything.

He simply smiled.

Then he made a small motion with his hand, gesturing Guy to come closer.

Hesitantly, Guy complied.

He stepped towards Chris in complete awe.

Not once did he look away from his eyes.

Finally he was within touching distance.

He reached out to hug him tight.

But his arms grasped at nothing, and he lost his balance on the slippery ground, only to fall face first into the mud.

Guy sat up right away and blinked a few times.

It had all been a hallucination.

Probably a result of dehydration, he realized, from lying in the sun so long.

He hadn’t had a drop of water to drink in all that time.

He stood and did his best to wipe the mud from his face.

He collected his things and returned to the cabin, soaking wet and feeling like an idiot.

Only a gullible fool would fall for such a thing, he thought.

He supposed he had been so easily tricked because the thought of Chris’s blue eyes rarely ever left his mind.

Somewhere in his subconscious they always remained, and revealed themselves through his dreams.

He shook his head in disbelief and almost laughed.

Even after all these years, he was still tangled up in blue.

 

 

 

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Follow The Sun

A sequel to Tangled Up In Blue.

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

A crisp breeze moved swiftly across the lake, producing choppy waves.

They rocked the wooden boat back and forth, to and fro.

Guy was feeling nauseous.

But it wasn’t from the turbulence on the water.

He was sick with nervousness.

The cooler winds were a telltale sign that summer was ending.

The end of summer meant the end of an era for Guy.

He was leaving this place come autumn.

Tomorrow, in fact.

And he might never be coming back.

Though it was barely past midday, he rowed the old craft back to shore.

Anxiety was a powerful thing.

Standing on the shore Guy looked out across the water.

He briefly considered not going at all,

but quickly pushed those thoughts away.

There was no going back.

He could not thrive on mere dreams any longer.

He dragged the heavy boat with him up the shore.

Then he stored it in his old wooden shed.

He stroked it gently.

He stared at it a while.

There was a good chance he would never use it again.

But he could live with that.

The alternative was far better.

He picked up his tackle box and pole and took them inside the cabin.

The box he put down immediately.

But the pole he was not so willing to let go of.

The shiny red pole had been his greatest companion here.

Was he really going to leave it behind?

He had too, he knew he did.

If he was going to leave, none of his past could come with him.

This change was all about the future.

He took the pole apart and put it away.

Quietly he went about cooking a meal.

Fish again.

This could be the last time he ever ate fresh fish.

This he would not miss.

He had grown so tired of the meal.

Although he realized it might taste better with someone to share it with.

A little smile danced briefly across his lips.

Perhaps loneliness would not be such a familiar emotion anymore.

He went to bed early.

He had to get start on his way as soon as morning’s first light became visible.

Sleep came easily and left just as easily.

His eyes opened before dawn.

The same common images occupied his dreams.

As soon as he awoke he recalled them.

Eyes of the purest blue.

But now they didn’t create feelings of depression.

They stirred hope in his heart.

After another quick meal he was ready.

He picked up his pre-packed little suitcase.

All it contained were a few items of clothing and some money.

This he had earned selling fish at the market.

Monthly he made visits there.

It was in the center of the little town a few miles east down the road.

It was there he headed now.

He walked down the path with quiet determination.

He followed the sun all the way there.

 

 

 

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[Lookeh me, doing another fanfic.. I really can't think of more ideas for chibi comic, in the mean time I'm writing these wittle stories.]

 

Nutella <3

 

 

A long time ago in a Galax-- London, in your imagination, where two highly attractive men that where going to get in on.

And just because I feel like it, where going to rhyme.

That's right, so you might as well suck a lime, but don't worry, this story won't waste you time, I've been known to be the next Dr.Seuss, even though I'm a little bit a of a deuce.

 

Anyways, back to our story, It all takes place in Jonnys thoughts that were regulatory.

-God dammit, look at that fine ass, I'd like to slap that with class.-

Chris and Jonny where buying groceries, and Chris, as clumsy as he is, dropped the bag of frozen peas.

Jonny reached out his hand to give it a squeeze, but Chris immediatley got the peas.

 

"Alright, we got milk and cheese, beans and.. peas" Chris read his crumbled paper, he read close to the cold door covered in vapor.

"What else do we need?" as he finished to read, Jonny was distracted on his sweet tooth need.

 

Chris realized he wasn't paying attention, but it wasn't his fault, it wasn't his intention, he knew that he always liked to satisfy his needs, besides it has something he knew he'd get pleads.

 

-I might as well buy for him, he looks like he really wants it, he won't have alot, he'll just have a bit.- He tought to himself.

 

What was it that Jonny really wanted? That without it, his dreams will be haunted?.. Why a good ol' jar of nutella, this would put a smile on any fella'.

 

Jonny looked at Chris with a puppy face, his old trick to get his ways.

"Of course Jonny, you can have it" He smiled and chuckled a bit.

Jonny got up and gave him a bear hug, Chris liked his hugs, for him they where like drugs.

He sighed in pleasure unaware onto Jonny's ear, Jonny felt a little weird, but still happy with cheer.

 

They got home with only two grocerie bags, and some dishrags.

Chris placed them on the table, he gave Jonny his jar, though he couldn't open it, he wasn't able.

"Here" Chris opened Jonny's nutella jar, Jonny felt like he was in a gay bar, Chris acting so strong, must be because he plays so much ping-pong.

He moaned a little too hold in a fangirl-like squeal, although he remembered he was about to get his chocolatey meal.

 

Chris grinned, he was aware that Jonny liked his ping-pong muscles, Jonny looked pretty dang irresistable, he might as well hustle.

 

Jonny was about to get a spoon, poor him, he was going to get seduced soon.

Chris placed his crossed arms on the counter, glaring at Jonny, he looked back to his eyes made an encounter.

 

Chris dipped his finger into the jar of melted chocolate, and took it out very delicate.

"Ohh, Jonny Boy, you sure got a lot to eat here" He said whit a low voice.

Jonny knew what was coming, he had no choice.

 

He might as well play along, besides they haven't done it in so long.

Chris rolled his tongue around his finger, liking it clean.

So seductive, he was a sex machine.

 

Jonny was nervouse, sweating in fear.

Chris liked mad sex, that would keep him sore for a year.

 

"This nutella is so.. good" he said slowly.

Jonny couldn't resist, "... Holy.."

"I wouldn't know, I haven't tasted it.." Jonny made it hard to say.

"Why don't you try some?" Chris leaned closed to Jonny, and he pulled his shirt to make him stay.

 

He kissed him deeply, with the sweet taste of nutella in between.

It was kinkier than a weird asian porn scene.

Chris pulled out, giving him a grin, he left some nutella on Jonny's chin.

"Uuhhh.. tha-that w-w-was good nutella.." Jonny drooled.

That Chris! with Jonny's emotions he tooled.

 

Chris got some more chocolate, he wouldn't quit.

Jonny wanted more, he couldn't stand it.

 

He pulled him into his lips, kissing him madly.

-This is the best way to eat candy.-

 

As hard as it was for Chris to take a breath, he pulled out to suggest and idea;

"I wonder what else we could do with nutella.." he whispered into Jonnys ear.

"Hot mad crazy nutella sex?" Jonny guessed.

"I was thinking of putting it on a cake, but anything that you request" Chris began laughter.

 

Chris & Jonny lived happily ever after.

 

 

:tongue:

 

Dedicated to Miss Dianna, I hope it’s somewhere along the lines of what she hopes for. Thank you for helping me out! :heart:

 

The White Star

 

Part One

 

 

 

 

Belfast, April 1912

 

 

 

“I heard she’s the greatest of her sisters.” The tall man spoke of the large ship his companions and himself were gazing at.

 

“They call her unsinkable,” One of the shorter men replied.

 

“Sir, how did you ever manage to secure us a few passes for this trip?”

 

“A card game with a cousin of mine, he was going to America to visit his wife’s family.” The group of men approached the little stairway that lead to the First Class.

 

“Berrymans?” The large man in the white suit asked.

 

“No sir, I am Mr. Sterling, Mr. Berryman should have transferred the tickets to us.” Suddenly a stern look came over the man’s face. Mr. Sterling began to fear he had said something wrong.

 

“We do not accept transfers. We are not catering to your every need you frauds. These passes have been forged.”

 

“Sir, I received these from Mr. Berryman. I paid him last night for them. This must be a mistake.” Mr. Sterling panicked.

 

“You were then scammed. Your money cannot buy false admission. I hope you did not pay too much for them.” Mr. Sterling and his companions then were turned around and sent back to the streets of Belfast.

 

“I knew Guy was a fraud. It’s those people he hangs out with; they have turned him into a criminal!”

 

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

 

Mr. Berryman wandered the halls of the majestic ship searching for his cabin. It was taking him much longer than most with his heart for architecture, stopping him every few moments a new detail would appear. The structure and brilliance of the large ship took his breathe away. The plush carpets beneath his feet and the lavish décor throughout the floors, Mr. Berryman was being swept into a fantasy.

 

When he arrived in cabin 221b, he immediately noticed the steward had brought in his two large trunks. Mr. Berryman reached into the smaller trunk and began searching until his hand withdrew a tiny jewelry box. He opened it to reveal the ring he had bought in London right before he left.

 

“Thank Lord, the stewards didn’t steal it.” He muttered. Mr. Berryman, though he was a kind man, did not enjoy people. His dislike of other’s presences is what lead him to create false passes, for his cousin who he knew was a gambling man. He had bought the ring with his cousin’s ticket money anyways.

 

A sharp knock interrupted his peace; Guy placed the ring back into the trunk.

 

“Come in.” He drawled. The door opened and a young man who appeared to be the steward he was just speaking of.

 

“Excuse me sir, I am Jonathon, the steward for your cabin and your neighbors. If you need any assistance please let me know. I will be here to collect you at dinnertimes and to help out with things the maids cannot.” Jonathon bowed and awaited a reaction from Mr. Berrryman, “I hope everything was to your likings upon arrival?”

 

Mr. Berryman nodded and sent the steward off again. This was not a social visit. Guy was on his way to America to propose to his soon to be wife and he was not going to have a bunch of workers interrupt his thoughts on the big day.

 

 

 

 

The White Star

 

Part Two

 

 

 

 

The captain walked along the decks of the boat. He would smile at the couples who would be waving at their families in the streets, though he knew quite well neither the family nor the couple could see each other from where they stood.

 

He continued along passing by the workers and the passengers all bouncing with excitement for when the ship would sail off.

 

“Captain William! There is a passenger wanting you to show him around the boat!” A crew member cried. “What should I tell him?”

 

“Tell the child of course, Phillip! If he has any friends tell him to bring them too!” Why everyone should have been taking advantage of Captain Champion’s good mood. Phillip ran off to find the boy and the captain awaited on deck, staying in one place so that Phillip could find him easily. The captain was staring over the sea, while the band started to play a sweet tune that was as gay as the mood on the boat.

 

“Good work Mr. Martin, is this the new tune you’ve been working on all night?” He smiled at the tall violinist and the violinist smiled back.

“Of course sir! I would not sleep until it was complete!” The captain nodded and turned around to see a group of First Class children following Phillip.

 

“Sir, these are the children who requested you sir. I know there is a lot but, I cannot help. Mrs., Andrews in First Class has come down with a cold.”

 

“Yes, go take care of her please. Make sure she is well; don’t come back until then,” The redheaded steward ran off down the stairs leaving Captain Champion with several whiny children.

 

“Where to first mate?” He asked a small blonde boy. The child demanded they go sailing at once.

 

 

 

Follow The Sun

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Guy made good time.

Before noon he had reached the small town.

His ears were filled with the sounds of bustling people.

Even in such a small place, it seemed that everyone was out and about.

He passed mothers towing children.

Fathers heading for work.

Most there were fisherman or lumberjacks.

A few were skilled workers.

Such as carpenters or tailors.

Some ran small stores and businesses in the town’s center.

One such man was the one Guy intended to see.

Abel was leaning against his grocery store.

He was smoking a cigarette.

When he looked up and saw Guy he took one last drag and put it out.

“ ‘Ello”, Guy said with a friendly nod.

Abel chuckled.

He always liked to make fun of the way Guy spoke.

The people there weren’t accustomed to his unusual accent.

“I have her warmed up and ready. We can go as soon as you’d like.”

“I’d like to go now,” Guy said.

Abel nodded and headed to the side of the building.

Guy followed him.

His heart lifted at the sight of the vehicle.

It was old.

Just a beaten up pickup truck.

But it was transportation.

And it was the first step in making his way out of there.

He climbed into the passenger seat next to Abel.

“Thank you for this.”

Abel revved the engine and pulled out slowly.

“Don’t mention it,” he said.

Soon they were making their way down the steep road and away from the town.

It was slow going.

But it still beat walking, Guy thought.

The drive was long.

A good four hours or so.

The road had many twists and turns.

But the truck handled them well.

When they reached their destination the sun was sinking fast.

This town was a god deal larger than the last.

It had a movie theater and even a shopping center.

But the most important thing to Guy was the train station.

“The daylight is fading fast, my friend,” Abel noted.

“But you can race it on that train. Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

“I admire you,” Abel told him.

“You have been a great help to me,” Guy replied.

Guy slipped him some money.

Then he headed down the paved road, suitcase in hand.

At the station he boarded the train almost immediately.

Soon after it began to move.

The light was fading, it was true.

Fading away on his old life.

But Guy was following the sun to its next destination.

 

 

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Fate

Chapter 4

 

 

Mr. Martin had just finished a wonderful dinner prepared by Mr. Berryman. He stood from the grand dinning room table and made his way to the kitchens to thank him and tell him how tasteful and utterly delectable his meal was. He was walking down the stone corridor when he first heard her. Never had his ears heard such a sound that it chilled him to the bones.

 

He paused and waited to hear the sound again. It came again but much quieter than the first time. Mr. Martin turned in the direction of the sound and ran down the hallway in search for the woman. She sounded desperate and in a great deal of pain.

 

The sound came once again; it emerged from within the vast library. Mr. Martin slowed down and looked around for a ‘weapon’ of some sort to help protect him and the woman. The only thing he spotted was a medieval sword hung on the great hall walls as a decoration. Grasping the handle with both of his hands he pulled on the sword and prayed that it would come loose. To his amazement it swung free with the lone pull.

 

Carrying the sword in his hand he crept toward the library door as if he was ready for battle and would be able to actually swing the heavy sword. The only light emerging from within was the flickering light of the fireplace. It was casting long shadows across the old floorboards. Mr. Martin peered his head around the door and gasped at the sight before him. A woman stood in the corner of the room by the old comfortable chair. She was stunningly beautiful, dressed in a flowing white gown that accented all the right curves of her body and she had stunning mahogany curls that fell down her back. The only thing wrong with the woman was the ruby red stain in the front of her dress. The red blood seem to be coming from a deep wound and was filling in the stain on the floor, that he had seen earlier that week.

 

The lady in white bent down to the pool of blood and dipped her finger into the blood and then walked toward the wall and slowly wrote the letters P.H. Mr. Martin gathered whatever courage he had and walked into the room. He looked around him and saw no one else in the room besides himself and the lady in white.

 

“Excuse me Madame, I heard screaming and ran here. Are you alright, you seem to be bleeding profusely…” Mr. Martin noticed that the blood seemed to have only pooled into the outlines of stain. It was nowhere else on the floor but there and on the dress.

 

The lady in white turned toward him and stared at him for a great deal of time as if she was trying to communicate with Mr. Martin through thoughts. Mr. Martin tried again to communicate with her.

 

“Can you hear me? Are you hurt Madame? Who did this to you?”

 

The lady in white raised her hand slowly toward the wall where the initials were written. She smiled at Mr. Martin and then turned her head toward the door.

 

There stood a tall man in heavily worn clothes and riding boots, his eyebrows were in deep concentration and were creating wrinkles across his forehead. He looked at Mr. Martin and then back to the lady in white. He clenched his hands in to fists at his sides and pierced his lips together before walking through the library doors. He stopped only once he was within the doorway and then quickly closed the heavy doors and locked it. He looked up once again at Mr. Martin and the lady in white, but kept his eyes on the lady.

 

“Can you see her?”

 

Mr. Martin had no idea who this man was and was quite afraid of what would happen if he did not respond. The door was locked and the only way out of the room would be through the heavily pained windows. He kept his answer short and direct.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you know who she is?” The tall man asked.

 

“I do not, I only heard her cries and came to see what was amiss.”

 

“Sir, that woman over there is the ghost of my mother, she was murdered in this very room in that corner over there. No one else has ever seen her, but I.”

 

“She’s she’s not real? Then how is she writing on the wall with her blood?”

 

The tall man stormed over to Mr. Martin and looked him directly in the eyes and then he turned to where the lady in white had been standing. She had vanished as she had many a time before.

 

“What, did she write upon the wall?” The tall man asked in an overbearing manor.

 

“She wrote the initials P.H.” Mr. Martin said as he took a step back from the other man.

 

The tall man closed his eyes and appeared to be in deep concentration. Occasionally his hand would twitch and his eyelids would flutter. Abruptly he opened his extraordinarily green eyes and made his way to the handsome desk. He rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. He sat down at the desk and beckoned Mr. Martin to join him and sit in the chair opposite of the desk.

 

Mr. Martin hesitated for a bit and then sat down in the chair.

 

“I have neglected my manors, I am Mr. Buckland, I own this estate and I can gander that you work for me as my nieces teacher.” He stuck his hand out for Mr. Martin to shake.

 

Mr. Martin looked at the hand then grasped it with his hand. The hand was warm and large. It was a bit rough from the reins of a horses bridle but other than that it was a gracious hand that spoke of warmth and kindness.

 

“Mr. Buckland..”

 

“Please Mr. Martin I don’t feel as if you need to call me by my sir name any longer, you can call me Jonathan or Jon for short. I normally don’t allow people to refer to me as that but you.. Well you are quite different from everyone else. Neither Mr. Champion or Mr. Buckland have ever seen my mother and they have been working here for quite some time.”

 

“Well Jonathan, please feel free to call me by Christopher or Chris. And yes I am your niece, Georgiana’s instructor.”

 

“Christopher, I need to explain something’s to you. But would you allow me to clean up? I have just arrived home from a long trip and you took me away by the little incident we just had.”

 

“Yes, yes of course please do.”

 

“Thank you, while I am gone will you do me a favor and read these pages for me?”

 

“Um sure Mr. Buckla..I mean Jonathan.”

 

Jonathan smiled and passed the pages to Chris and strolled over to the door and unlocked it. He paused at the door to look back at Chris. He was a man with something about him. He seemed to almost glow. Jon then left and went to make himself presentable.

 

Chris looked down at the pages and noticed that it was a journal, he thought to himself how odd it was a journal and not a book. He turned the cover and saw embossed in gold on the bottom right of the front cover the initials P.H.

 

 

 

Superdeluxfudgeyfudgebar!!! aka completely awful but fun to write!:rolleyes:

 

 

 

Superdeluxfudgeyfudgebar!!!

 

Jonny, Chris, and Will were having a jam session in the beehive. Guy wasn’t there cause he was out back in the hot tub with Dianna, Brooke, and Katie. He meet them at a recent gig and found them to all be very fine ladies. Dianna appeared to be his favorite, but he liked Katie and Brooke too cause they seemed to be very cunning amd manipulative in helping him achieve his goal of having Chris and Jonny admit their love for each other.

 

Jonny was in the zone!! He was pumping out some great riffs and was all around shredding! He was even wearing his favorite cap, the one with the big yellow sunflower on it and no he was not playing jazz but JAZZ! He did have his trusty be bop-playing saxophone next to him as well. He was on fire but he wanted to play more solos, and was kind of pulling for jazz cause he didn’t think he would like it other wise.

 

Chris was close by with his guitar and piano. He was of course without a shirt. But the shirt that would have been on his chest covering up his rippling muscles was in fact duct tapped around his head. He stole one of Will’s drumsticks and was hitting many objects like doors and walls with pieces of tape and stuff written upon them. He also decided to label himself. He wrote ‘SINGER’ on his abs with black sharpie and then called out to will to ask him how the new record was coming along.

 

Will looked up from performing some heavy manual labor on the new album. In fact he was using a lot of skill, high intensity, a lot of patience, and not so much help from everyone else. He was wearing leather gloves and was using a screwdriver to screw around with. He had that creepy gleam in his eye.

 

Chris walked over to Jonny and stared at him for a while in weird way. Jonny finally noticed and looked up at him and smiled. Chris smiled back and tilt his head in the direction of the bed upstairs that cough none of the members ‘had used’. Jonny nodded back in agreement and finished his riff.

 

‘’Hey Will, Chris and I are going to take a break, but while we are gone will you go over your drum parts for the new album, I think you need to perfect that one part you were talking about yesterday.”

 

“Yeah sure, it will be good to bang around.”

 

“Yeah..” Jonny winked at Chris and then the two walked out and up the stairs.

 

“Dag yo! Way to go my brother! How did you think of getting will to play the drums?”

 

“It was elementary my dear Martin. You make lots of noise when we take a break, so inorder to mask that I figured Will’s drums would do the trick”

“That’s why you’re so smart Jonny!”

 

‘I know Chris!”

 

Chris and Jonny made there way up to the bed and were fooling around. Chris moans and uncontrollable shrieks were unheard due to Will’s banging. Jonny was about to pull Chris boxer’s off when Chris lunged out of bed and ran out of the room leaving Jonny. He ran down the stairs, past bangin’ Will, out the back door and up to Guy in the hot tub. Guy looked at Chris and asked “Did you start a fire and think taking off your clothes would help you escape, cause you know Will is gonna be pissed!”

 

“No, I need money, got any money? Oh hi ladies! Lookin’ very fine you all are!”

 

“Chris geez, don’t you dare hit on my girls! I worked hard for them, I mean I spent like 2 hours getting ready!”

 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist bass boy! I need money now! Have any or not?”

 

“Yeah yeah, over there in my wallet.”

Chris raced over to the wallet and then ran down the road. He was looking for it. He knew he had heard the beautiful chimes. But he was looking for the ghetto looking truck with all the stickers on it! “Doo doo dooit dooit dooit do doooo” (insert ice cream truck chime cause I can’t write the sound in words haha) Chris flipped out and made that Indian sound with your mouth when you put your hand over it and blow outward. He ran toward the truck of ice cream! He cut all the kids in front telling them that if they would he would buy them all ice cream.

 

“ I WANT A SUPERDELUXFUDGEYFUDGEBAR!!!”

 

The punk faced teenage gave him a you’re a retard look and said in that nasally pinched sound “were all out”

 

Chris feel on his knees and shouted “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

 

But the a little girl tugged on his shirt and said you can have mine. Chris shed a tear and said “you would do that for me?”

 

“No! Are you kidding me! But the man behind me paid me 30 dollars to do it.”

 

Chris looked up and saw Jonny standing there with his brilliant smile!

 

“Oh Jonny!” Chris lunged forward toward Jonny and gave him a big passionate kiss. “ I love and I don’t want to hide it anymore!”

 

“Me either Chris! I love you more than Jazz.”

 

Just down the road back at the beehive Guy, Dianna, Brooke, and Katie were all high fiving in the success of Chris and Jonny admitting their love!

 

“But Katie and Brooke, how did you know the ice cream scheme would work?” Guy asked

 

Brooke and Katie: “Haha we just do, we practically wrote the book on getting them together and we just knew that Chris loved chocolate and Jonny would do anything for him.”

 

“And that Guy, is why they are the best..” Dianna said.

 

“Right you are Dianna, now get over here so we can make out!"

 

 

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ADDICTED

 

 

 

Guy peeked around the corner to make sure no one was watching. The sidewalk was, for the most part, deserted, and any passersby would not make their way past the alley, so the coast was clear.

 

He held his arm out slightly and made the signal with his hand. Leaves began to crunch in the near distance as a man walked around the corner ahead of Guy.

 

Guy stood in his place and pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit it and puffed a few times, trying to look as casual and inconspicuous as possible. When he felt that he'd done that well enough, he walked along the same path the other man had earlier.

 

The alley was dark, as he expected it to be, and the man was standing up against the wall with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his overly large jacket. He gave Guy a nod and pushed off the wall.

 

“You got it, then?” Guy asked in a hushed tone.

 

“Yeah,” the man said. He sighed heavily and shook his head. “Man, I can't believe we're doing this.”

 

“Listen, Will,” Guy told him, “it's just this one time, right? Try it once, and then we never have to do it again.”

 

Will twisted up his mouth, wrought with uncertainty. He thought for a while, messing around with whatever was filling his jacket pockets to the point of bulging. “I guess,” he finally said.

 

“Great. Now, come on, let's do this.”

 

They walked deeper into the alley to further hide themselves. Will looked reluctant again as he pulled his hands out and brought with them the tempting substance he and Guy were about to consume.

 

---------------------

 

“Where do you suppose Will and Guy are?” Chris asked. He was taping his pen against his bottom lip, his right hand resting on the paper in front of him. Gentle strumming sounded from across the room.

 

“Well, they could be anywhere.” Jonny shrugged and looked up from his guitar. “Why does it matter now?”

 

“I just have a weird feeling,” Chris smiled in reply. “Wouldn't want anything to happen to either of them.”

 

Jonny set down his guitar and changed his seat to the one beside Chris. Planting a firm hand on Chris's shoulder, he said, “It's just Will and Guy. I mean, what sort of trouble could they possibly get into?”

 

“You're right.” Chris dropped his left hand onto the paper to join his right, both grasping the pen and twirling it around. “I shouldn't be worried. I should be writing this damn song.”

 

“Don't be so hard on yourself. Take a break once in a while.”

 

“It feels like I've been taking breaks my whole life. I've never accomplished anything.”

 

“Yes, you have. Look around. None of this would have happened without you,” Jonny told him. “You've accomplished more than most people could ever hope of accomplishing in their entire life.”

 

“Oh yeah? How's that?” Chris looked up, the anguish painfully obvious in the way his cheeks seemed to drop, pulling with them the heavy weight of his eyelids. “I'm a successful musician. Big deal. I'm not even married, Jon, I don't even have a girlfriend.”

 

“I don't have a girlfriend either,” Jonny quietly replied. “That doesn't mean anything...”

 

Chris frowned. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't bring himself to let the words out just yet.

 

---------------------

 

Guy let out a thrilled scream and jumped up and down as he licked his lips. “Yeah, that's the stuff.”

 

“Guy, shut up. You're gonna get us caught,” Will hissed. He looked down at his hands. He could still feel the remnants of the dirty substance.

 

“Will,” Guy moaned a little loudly. “Chill out, OK? There ain't no one nowhere near here.”

 

Will narrowed his eyes at Guy. “That didn't even make any sense. Look at what this has done to you!”

 

“I'm fiiiiiiiine, man. I'm feeling better than I ever have before!” Guy threw his arms up to the sky and opened his mouth to scream again. But this time he made no sound. “Stop being such a buzzkill, man...”

 

“We need to get back to the studio. Chris and Jon are probably there already.” Will closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his forehead. “They're so gonna be able to tell.”

 

“No, they won't. Let's go, then.”

 

“How can you be so sure they won't?”

 

Guy shrugged. “Chris is too wrapped up in his own problems, and Jonny's too busy taking care of him. They won't notice anything, plus the fact that we can hide it pretty well. You don't even look like you've done anything,” he said.

 

---------------------

 

“Do you feel like you've accomplished a lot?”

 

The room had been silent for a long time; Chris was attempting to write and Jonny had gone back to playing quietly on the other side of the room.

 

“Yeah,” Jonny said. “What you were talking about before... being married and stuff like that, that would be nice. But what I've got already is... more than I thought I'd ever have.”

 

“Do you think I'm being... unappreciative?” Chris asked. Jonny didn't answer, he just looked at Chris with a little bit of sympathy, almost as if he knew what Chris was going to say next. “It's just that sometimes I get scared... you know? I have all this, and I'm glad for it, but it still feels like something's missing and I'm just worried that I'll never find it.”

 

“Yeah,” Jonny nodded, “I know what you mean.”

 

---------------------

 

“Will, I don't think it's safe for us to drive,” Guy muttered as he and Will walked down the sidewalk.

 

“Neither of us drove, we both walked here.”

 

Guy rolled his eyes, but not in any sort of sarcastic way. “Good. Because... Will, I don't think it's safe for us to drive.”

 

Abruptly Will stopped, clutching his stomach and doubling over.

 

“Ugh, I feel like I'm gonna puke,” he said. Guy stood beside him and nodded.

 

“I was like that my first time-”

 

“I thought you said you'd never done it before either.” Will straightened himself out and stared Guy right in the eye. “You told me you'd never done it.”

 

“OK, maybe I lied. Maybe I have tried it a few times,” Guy admitted, defensively raising his hands. “But, hey, everyone does stupid shit in college.”

 

“Guy, this isn't college anymore. You... you have a problem, don't you?”

 

Guy didn't say anything in return, he just hopelessly stared back at Will.

 

---------------------

 

Chris was tired of staring thoughtlessly at the empty page in front of him. Even twirling his pen had become old.

 

Jonny didn't seem to have any problem creating his music; he'd been sitting with his guitar, constantly strumming the entire time. Chris thought it all sounded absolutely brilliant.

 

“How do you do that?” Chris asked Jonny in awe as he took the seat beside the guitar-clad man.

 

“Chris, I thought you knew how to play guitar.”

 

Jonny's humor was lost on Chris, who merely kept on in his frustrated manner.

 

“No,” Chris said, “I mean, everything you do sounds amazing. How do you do that?”

 

“I don't think it sounds amazing,” Jonny simply replied. “I think it just sounds like a bunch of strings.”

 

“It's amazing.” Jonny looked up at the smoothly convincing tone of Chris's voice. Suddenly the air felt very different, but not in an entirely bad way.

 

“Well, thanks,” Jonny said in a husky voice. Chris's deep blue eyes stared back at his for a while.

 

“Jonny... sometimes I think I like you too much.”

 

The words spilled out of Jonny, but never before had he thought about them or their truthfulness. “Yeah, I feel the same way about you. Maybe... maybe that means something.”

 

“What does it mean?” Chris quietly asked, his face just a little bit closer to Jonny's.

 

“Maybe it's supposed to be this way.”

 

“Doesn't that bother you?” Even closer still.

 

“Bother me?” Jonny breathed.

 

“Doesn't it bother you that you could spend your whole life looking for the right woman, when the entire time,” Chris was just barely an inch away now, his voice softening into a whisper with each second that passed, “you're meant to be with a man?”

 

Jonny thought about answering, and he thought about leaning forward to close that tiny space between them, but he had no opportunity to do either.

 

The door burst open and Will stormed in, desperately yelling, “You guys, I need your help!”

 

Chris jumped back and snapped his head in Will's direction. Jonny sighed and frowned at his guitar.

 

“With what?” Chris asked.

 

“Guy,” Will replied. “He's got a serious problem.”

 

“Where is he?”

 

“Outside... He's refusing to come in, he thinks I'm gonna tell you guys.”

 

“You are telling us,” Chris said. Suddenly, Jonny looked up at Will.

 

“You didn't...” he vaguely began. Even with his lack of detail, though, it was obvious that Jonny knew exactly what was going on.

 

“I...” Will sighed. “I did. And so did Guy-”

 

“Did what?” Chris asked.

 

“-but it was my first time! Guy, on the other hand, has a serious problem.”

 

“What did you do?” Chris asked again, this time with much more worry in his voice. But he seemed to be hit with the answer not long after. “No way,” he gasped.

 

“Yeah.” Will hung his head in shame. “I'm not proud of it, but I know now that it's not something I want to do ever again.”

 

“But Guy... he's done it more than once?”

 

“I'm afraid so.”

 

“Come on, Jonny,” Chris said, grabbing Jonny's hand and pulling both of them up and out the door to find Guy.

 

The short, dark-haired man was standing right next to the door. He looked up at Chris and Jonny as they walked out, and noticed that even after they'd stopped in front of him, their hands remained interlocked.

 

“Hey, guys,” Guy said, sounding rather bored. “Or gays or whatever.” He halfheartedly gestured to their hands and laughed.

 

“Um,” Chris pulled his hand back and stepped toward Guy and away from Jonny, “Guy, you have a problem. That's what Will said, anyway.”

 

“Will!” Guy shouted, spinning around and trying to peer in through the open door. “Will, I thought you said you wouldn't tell them!”

 

“I didn't, man, they totally found out themselves,” Will shrugged.

 

“It doesn't matter who told who,” Chris said. “But you need help, Guy.”

 

“NO! I don't need help!”

 

Guy's breathing had increased slightly, and the anger was prominent in his eyes.

 

“Look at you,” Chris said, shaking his head. “You're not the same, Guy. You wouldn't act like this normally.”

 

“Sure I would.”

 

There was a brief silence, in which Guy tried to calm himself and Chris stared at him pitifully.

 

“How could you do that?” Jonny quietly asked. “How could you do something so... awful?”

 

Guy was nearly in tears now. He looked down at his hands, a little bit ashamed.

 

“I couldn't help it...” Guy whispered. “I only meant to do it once, just to try it, but... once you pop, the fun don't stop!!!”

 

Guy buried his head in his hands and sobbed. Both Chris and Jonny moved forward to comfort him and ease him inside. Will watched on sadly as the other two men directed Guy towards the couch against the wall.

 

“It's OK, Guy, we'll get you help,” Chris said. “You can beat this, you know. The fun doesn't go on forever.”

 

“Thank you all. You're such great friends!” Guy cried.

 

“Of course,” Jonny replied. “You're our best friend, Guy, we'd hate to see you throw your life away because of... well, you know.”

 

“Pringles,” Guy said in a broken voice. “They're so delicious. Especially the barbeque ones!”

 

“It's OK,” Chris said again as he sat down and placed his hand on Guy's shoulder, tears welling in his eyes as well. “We'll always be here for support.”

 

Guy looked around the room and smiled. He was really glad that he had such great friends.

 

 

-

Follow The Sun

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

The train ride was even longer than the car ride.

It lasted all night.

Guy was the only person in that car.

He might have felt lonely.

But over time he had grown almost immune to that emotion.

Or maybe not.

But he didn’t feel it now.

That much was certain.

His mind was filled.

His eyes were filled.

His heart was filled.

All of them were filled with hope for what lay ahead.

The future awaiting him beyond this stretch of seemingly endless track.

Somewhere deep down Guy even felt excitement.

This made him anxious once more.

He was not accustomed to feeling such things.

Not since he had arrived at that isolated cabin by the lake.

He thought a bit of sleep would calm his nerves.

But his body was not used to the light, yet jarring motions of the train.

His eyes would open as soon as they began to shut.

He sighed.

And took to staring at his surroundings instead.

There wasn’t much to look at.

Occasional dark figures of trees, whizzing past.

But mostly endless stretches of flat land.

The moon was out though.

Guy busied himself gazing at it.

It was a brilliant contrast to the dark sky.

It was mesmerizing.

In the same way that Chris’s eyes were mesmerizing.

After a long, hard day.

Instinctually Guy stopped himself.

He knew from experience the pain memories could cause.

But then he remembered.

There was nothing to fear now.

For the first time in a long time Guy really relaxed.

He let the wall crumble.

He allowed himself to think unguarded.

The feeling was lovely.

He got lost in it.

Fully wrapped up in its exquisite glory.

So much so that he didn’t mind when a storm rolled in.

Clouds came quickly and ate up the limited light in the sky.

They replaced it with a true darkness.

The darkness enveloped everything.

Shadows danced around the train car.

Not even the smallest amount of light could be seen.

The moon was covered by a thick layer of clouds.

Normally this would have depressed Guy.

It would have made him yearn to be out on the lake,

his fishing pole firmly in his hands.

But this time he didn’t mind the lack of lighting.

He knew that the sun was awaiting him at his destination.

He just had to follow it, and everything would be alright.

 

 

-

RUN

 

 

For Dianna. Inspired by Run by Snow Patrol.

 

 

 

 

The smoke quickly filled the small space that was their room. Chris looked up from the debris and rubble that littered the floor. He weakly climbed up and dusted himself up.

 

“Jonny?!” He desperately called out. “Jon?!”

 

“Ughh…” There was a moan from somewhere inside the room.

 

“Keep making noises, Jon!” Chris yelled.

 

Jonny did as he was told and Chris was soon able to locate his friend. Under a heavy overturned door.

 

“Shit…” Chris stuck his hand in underneath the door and grasped Jonny’s hand.

 

“Hey, man!” He said.

 

“Mmm… Hi…” Jonny wheezed.

 

“Hang in there, okay?” Chris reluctantly let go of Jonny’s limp hand. “I’ll try to get this thing off of you.”

 

He stood up and surveyed the murky room. There wasn’t anything there to help him. He groaned in frustration and bent down and grabbed the edge of the door. He could never tell what gave him the strength to turn the door over, but he’d like to think that it was love.

 

What he saw in front of him made him want to scream and never stop.

 

Jonny was bleeding profusely from a large gash on the side of his head. His leg was bent in a strange angle. Chris had to look away. There protruded a piece of wood from Jonny’s chest.

Chris fell down to his knees, his hands hovering above Jonny.

 

“’S bad… Isn’t it?” Jonny got out.

 

Chris bit his lip not to cry. “…Yeah.”

 

Jonny nodded slowly. “What happened?”

 

“Earthquake.” Chris said in a thick voice.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Chris finally succumbed to tears. “Hell, Jon! You’re lying here all beaten up and you think about how I’m feeling?”

 

“I only care about you.”

 

Chris’ cried harder, sobbing deep in his chest.

 

“Chris.” Jonny weakly reached for his hand. “I don’t think I’ll… Live.”

 

“Shut it, Jon.” Chris desperately held on to Jonny’s hand. “Of course you will.” Somehow he wasn't convinced.

 

“I love you.”

 

Chris keened quietly at the back of his throat.

“Don’t make this into a goodbye!” He cried.

 

“But it is.” Jonny answered, always the voice of reason.

 

“No… No… No…” Chris quietly repeated.

 

“Chris…” Jonny opened his eyes and met Chris’ red rimmed blue ones. “Could you sing for me?”

 

Chris looked deep into Jonny’s eyes, terrified at the thought of not being able to do so anymore.

 

He nodded. He gently put his forehead against Jonny’s and cupped his face.

“Honey you are a rock upon which I stand…” He managed to sob out.

 

Jonny lift his head up and gently pressed his lips against Chris’.

“Please.” He whispered. “Keep going.”

 

So Chris kept going.

“Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you…”

 

“Oh, god!” Chris desperately sobbed out. “Don’t leave me!” He kissed Jonny fiercely.

 

“I have to.”

 

“No.” Chris cried and his tears fell down on Jonny’s face, leaving trails in the dust that covered his cheeks.

 

“I love you.” Jonny said again. “I love you now, I’ve always loved you and I will love you forever.”

 

“I…” Chris drew a deep breath that rattled his chest. “I’ve never loved anyone as I love you.” He gently caressed Jonny’s hair. “I’ll never love anyone like this.” He kissed Jonny again. “You’re my everything.”

 

“Chris.” Jonny breathed. “I think it’s time.”

 

“No, no, no….”

 

Jonny nodded. “I want you to be closer.”

 

Chris nodded and lay down next to Jonny, pressing his body against his.

 

“You’re shaking.” Jonny smiled.

 

“You’re going to leave me.”

 

“I’ll always be with you somehow.”

 

“You don’t know that.” Chris sobbed.

 

“If there’s anything that I’m sure of… It is that we will be together again. Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you, dear.”

 

Chris held on tightly to Jonny’s hand.

 

“Now…” Jonny whispered. “What happened to that song?”

 

Chris took a deep breath.

“Look at the stars… Look how they shine for you…”

 

"I'm tired..." Jonny whispered.

 

Chris stopped singing. "Just close your eyes and go to sleep." He sobbed.

 

Jonny closed his eyes and whispered one last thing.

“You know I love you so.”

 

 

DP

Follow The Sun

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

The first colors of daylight peeked out over the horizon.

Grass and trees slowly began to disappear.

Some old factories and even older houses stood in their place.

Gradually the buildings got closer and closer together.

And soon there was no denying that Guy was in a city.

This was not just any city, either.

Not to Guy.

This was where his dreams would become more than dreams.

That is how it had been once.

And Guy hoped it could be that way again.

There had been no response to his letter.

But that was just fine.

He hadn’t expected one.

In fact, he would have been disheartened if had received a letter in return.

It would have been very uncharacteristic for Chris to reply.

The buildings were getting taller, too.

Guy knew the train was drawing near to the heart of the city.

This filled him with joy.

For he was also drawing nearer to the heart of something else.

Or more accurately, someone else.

Hopefully that heart could be his once more.

He had taken it for granted the first time.

But now he was older.

He was stronger.

He was wiser.

Or at least he thought he was.

He was wise enough now to see the value of what he once had.

And that was all the wisdom he needed.

Guy felt the train begin to slow.

It was a tedious process.

But eventually the heavy hunk of metal made a complete stop.

It stood still at the station.

The doors were opened.

Guy gripped his suitcase tightly and stepped out into the hustle and bustle of the city.

Things had changed since he had last been here.

But he still knew his way around the city like he knew his way around a fishing pole.

Running on pure instinct, his feet guided him up and down the narrow roads.

They stopped him when they reached the familiar red brick apartment.

Guy shivered.

Memories flooded back to him all at once.

None of them were bad.

Because they involved Chris.

Tentatively he rapped on the door.

He knew Chris would still be living here.

He had made it clear to Guy that he would always be waiting for him,

should he choose to return.

The door opened.

Chris was behind it.

Guy’s heart swelled.

Chris was loyal to the end.

Guy was met with an embrace.

Then a kiss.

And then a feeling of euphoria.

Chris still wanted him.

It was unbelieveable.

And it was wonderful.

“I was so wrong,” Guy admitted.

“When I left I told you I wanted to follow the sun.

What I didn’t realize was that you were my sun all along.

It is you I am going to follow from now on.”

 

 

-

I Don't Mean That

 

 

Chris looked up, his head still resting on Jonny's chest. “Jonny, what's wrong?”

 

Jonny's eyes met Chris's and he ran his hand over Chris's shoulder blades. “Nothing's wrong,” he quietly replied. “I'm just tired of waiting for tomorrow to come.”

 

“Oh...” Chris turned away, then moved to the other side of the bed and faced the wall. “Well, goodnight.”

 

Jonny sat up and leaned on his elbow. “Wait, Chris, what are you doing?”

 

“Going to sleep,” Chris bitterly replied.

 

“Why are you upset?”

 

“I'm not upset, I just didn't realize that it was so awful to be with me.”

 

“What?”

 

Chris rolled his eyes and turned over. Jonny could see the beginnings of tears in his eyes. “It's OK, I understand that I'm not the most exciting person in the world. Really, it's not a surprise that you want to leave me.”

 

“I don't want to leave you-”

 

“Really? Because you made it sound like you don't want to be here right now.”

 

“Where are you getting that from?” Jonny asked, raising his voice a little.

 

Chris put on a fake voice to imitate Jonny, saying, “'I'm just tired of waiting for tomorrow to come.' Because obviously you're not happy enough being with me.”

 

“That's not what I meant.”

 

“Then what did you mean?”

 

Jonny sighed. “I'm excited to go to America. This is something that I've wanted to do my entire life. But that doesn't mean that I don't hate leaving you behind.” He looked into Chris's eyes for a while, but had to turn away as he softly said, “And I was gonna ask you to come with me...”

 

“You were?” Chris's voice cracked a bit and his anger seemed to wash away relatively quickly. “Jonny, I'm glad that you're excited about it. I love seeing you get excited about things. It's just that when you leave I'll be stuck here with all these people who annoy me, but I won't have you to come home to and... I'm gonna miss you so much.”

 

Jonny reached his hand out and brushed his fingers through some of Chris's hair. “I'm gonna miss you, too. And that offer still stands, you know.”

 

“You still want me to come with you?”

 

“Yeah, of course,” Jonny said.

 

Chris smiled enthusiastically. “We'll go to America together.”

 

“Yeah, and while we're there, we may as well...” Jonny slipped his hand under his pillow, pulling out a black box. It was obvious already what it was, but Jonny opened it anyway and showed off the silver ring inside.

 

“Jonny!” Chris gasped, and the tears that had disappeared before returned once more. “Oh, I'm so sorry that I acted like a tosser before.”

 

“You didn't. I shouldn't have said what I did so... insensitively.” Jonny wiped away a few of the tears that spilled down Chris's cheek, and Chris snuggled up against him and rested his head on Jonny's chest again.

 

“I love you,” he said.

 

“I love you, too.”

 

-