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In A Little While

Chapter1

 

 

 

 

Guy felt like his life was on repeat. He was stuck in the same page for God knows how long.

 

There was no thrill, no rush, no reason to move forward. It was just an immense feeling of emptiness. This situation made him angry at himself and the world, for no apparent reason. It was all a matter of frustration and he knew he might explode at any given moment.

Something triggered this newfound wrath.

 

There was a reason for his angry mood. He was 31, single, childless and he had just overheard a conversation that did not make him happy.

 

He was about to enter the studio, when he heard voices from inside arguing. He recognized them. It was Will, Jonny, Chris and someone else who he did not know. He only knew it was a female voice.

 

“I can’t believe this, there’s no way.” Will was saying, obviously pissed off.

 

“Is there anything we can do?” Chris asked the young female.

 

“No, you have to wait. We have to wait.” The woman answered.

 

Guy was approaching the room they were in. He saw them standing up in the middle of the room talking in a circle. He could only see Jonny and Chris’s faces and the backs of Will and the young woman. He did not want to be caught eavesdropping so he just hid behind the wall that separated him from the room.

 

“He can’t go on like this, it’s unacceptable.” Jonny remarked, strangely in a bad mood, matching Will’s angry stance.

 

“I knew it, it was a matter of time. I told you guys. Sooner or later.” Will muttered, brushing his hand across his face, fed up.

 

“Well, we don’t know for sure if it’s true.” Chris tried to reason, looking at the woman.

 

“You think I’m lying? I don’t need this stress and I don’t need anything from that moron, I just want him to know if he ever tries to go to court against me; he’ll regret it!” The young woman’s tone made him flinch for a second. She wasn’t kidding. In the back of his mind, he recognized the voice from somewhere but he couldn’t figure out who she was.

 

“I’m not saying that, it’s just we need to hear our friend first.” Chris explained.

 

“I heard enough, actually.” Will said, moving in the direction of the door, which made Guy stealthily hide in a nearby room, which happened to be the bathroom.

 

“Wait, Will, we have to work now.” Jonny said.

 

“I don’t feel like playing with that pompous idiot.” Will declared, leaving the studio.

 

He knew they were talking about him but he didn’t know what the problem was, although he had a suspicion he wouldn’t be happy with it. Will had never been this angry at him and for some reason he felt he had let the drummer down which made him even more annoyed with himself.

 

“Listen, I have to go, I have to go to work and I’ll swing by Guy’s house later to talk to him in person.”

 

“Okay. We’ll be here, he must be coming any second. We won’t tell him anything.” Chris reassured the young woman who he was still trying to recognize. He heard her heels across the floor, clicking as she went out the door, leaving him with the other two men, who didn’t know of his presence.

 

“Let’s go grab a coffee, I need a little bit of fresh air, this whole drama is giving me a headache.” Jonny said, sighing heavily. “Let me tell you, Guy’s in trouble now.”

 

What the hell did I do now? Guy desperately thought.

 

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Rehearsal was hell that afternoon. There was no atmosphere, the three men didn’t talk or looked at each other. Everyone knew there was a problem but no one talked about it. Jonny was definitely fidgety, Chris busied himself with useless lists and Guy went through some of the artwork, trying to pass time. He waited for them to tell him something, he thought they would crack and spit out whatever it was that happened.

 

They didn’t talk about work and even as they left, the three men didn’t say a single word, each entering their own cars or on Chris’s case his bicycle and headed to their respective homes.

 

 

As soon as Guy entered his shower, he heard the doorbell.

 

Great timing. He thought, bemusedly. He didn’t bother dressing; he didn’t mind opening his door with a towel wrapped around his waist.

 

Swinging the door open, he saw the blonde young woman he had met the previous month at a party.

 

Oh, that was her. What was her name again? .... Helen! He realized, frowning in confusion. What was the problem then? He hoped it had nothing to do with the photos he took that memorable night. She said it was no problem. Did she change her mind? But why would she go to the guys?

 

“Hey, come on in.” He said as she surveyed his appearance, unimpressed.

 

“Thanks.” She muttered.

 

“Sit down, if you want.” He said, gesturing to the couch.

 

“No, I don’t want to. But you better sit down.” Her tone was serious and she oddly reminded him of a male version of his father. He had heard that tone many times before. When he was

about to get grounded. Uh oh.

 

“No,… I’m uh, fine.” Guy said, gripping his towel tightly. He was feeling very self-conscious for some reason.

 

“Okay, then.” She looked him straight in the eyes, her soft green ones, staring into his. He had never seen anyone more beautiful. He knew he was drunk that night but he remembered having the exact same feeling he had now. She was mesmerizing. “I’ll cut to the chase.”

 

Guy stood still, waiting for her to speak, nervously tapping his foot on the floor.

 

“I’m pregnant. And you’re the father.”

 

 

 

Scandalous

Part 5

 

 

It was a boring Monday night. There was only a week of school left before winter holiday, so everyone in the world was tired of school. I was sitting on the couch after dinner, just watching telly. My mum burst into the room, talking to someone on the phone.

 

“Yes, of course!... No, it's not a problem at all. We'd love to have him... Anytime... Sounds great! We'll see you then. Have a good night!” she said, then hung up the phone. “Christopher, I've got great news!”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Mrs. Buckland was just on the phone. Jonny's going to be staying with us!” I jumped up off the couch and walked over to my mum.

 

“What? Why? When?”

 

“It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Buckland will be leaving next week and taking a two-week holiday in celebration of their anniversary, so Jonny will be staying with us during that time.”

 

“Awesome!”

 

“But you've got to make sure your room is clean, first. He'll be staying in there with you.”

 

“Yes, ma'am!” I said, running upstairs to start. I know I was a week early, but I was really excited and my room was a total mess. It might have taken me longer than a week to clean.

 

As I sat on my floor, collecting all of the clothes that surrounded me, something hit me. Jonny would be staying with us for two weeks. For two weeks, we'd be sleeping in the same room. And, if it was necessary, the same bed.

 

I wasn't sure whether or not I was excited or frightened by this fact. Perhaps both. The thought of being so close to him sent a tingle throughout my body, but we were still hiding our relationship. It had only been a week and a half. We hadn't even done anything. Yet, I didn't know if I'd be able to control myself.

 

The next day, I met Jonny at his locker. Actually, I ran up to him, and sorta ran into him. And he fell over.

 

“Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!” I exclaimed. That was before he fell, though. And then I knocked him over. “Ah, sorry!”

 

“What's up with you?” he asked as I helped him up. “Did you win the lottery or something?”

 

“Better! You're staying at my house for two weeks!!”

 

“I know! My mum told me last night.”

 

“So did mine. Crazy world.” He laughed, took a few books out of his locker, and closed it. “Um, um, um... I'm excited.”

 

“I can tell,” he said, rubbing his shoulder as we walked into the classroom. “It's an exciting thing, though, so it's all good.”

 

“Do you know what we should do? Watch a lot of horror movies.”

 

“Horror movies?” he repeated as we sat down.

 

“Yeah. I don't know why, though. No, wait! What's that movie that just came out in theaters... um... Mrs. Doubtfire.”

 

“Do you have some sort of fixation with transvestites, Chris?”

 

“Maybe a little. But we should go see it, yeah?”

 

“I suppose we could,” he replied.

 

“Ah, these are going to be the best two weeks ever!” I was smiling like crazy, I was so happy. Jonny smiled back, too, which made me even happier.

 

“Definitely.”

 

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

I turned over to the right side of my bed and looked out of the window, trying to distract myself from the horrible memories.

Noon was already over and it was close to 5pm.

It was a typical rainy day here in Scotland, and it was windy, too.

I watched the single raindrops having their own private race on the window glass. The drops were thick and the little sunshine that managed to break through the clouds reflected itself in them.

The running water on the window reminded me of Chris’ eyes, whenever he was excited or happy or whatever, he had this magical glisten in his eyes. Just like these raindrops.

 

I somehow changed my way of seeing things since the incident.

I wasn’t either drinking or smoking. I was clean. I was happy with each little thing. Even if the day was as rainy as today, I was still happy that it was actually raining, that I could go out whenever I wanted. And feel each single drop splashing on my face.

 

I turned over to the other side of my bed.

“When will be the next time you look at me with these magical eyes?” I asked the sleeping man next to me.

Of course I got no answer, and I was expecting to talk to myself again, just like always when I was lying next to him.

On my waist I crawled closer to him and look at his face.

He looked so peaceful since I managed to get him out of the hospital.

The doctor was not happy at all when I told him about my idea.

I wanted Chris out of the hospital; I knew he hated that place when he was awake. He always avoided this abnormally building. And even in his coma I knew that he felt he wasn’t in the right place.

The doctors said I could decide of how to feed him.

I’d chosen the parenteral nutrition. I got everything I needed for him from the hospital, instructions of how much I had to inject into him and all that stuff.

 

I brought Jonny and Phil to hospital, and they helped me to transport Chris to my apartment, here in Scotland, where the Paps would never find us.

And even if one of these cockroaches would dare to break into my area, I’d kill him.

 

Jonny was okay with Chris resting at my house, he even said to me that he somehow felt calmer now, because he always had the paranoid thought that someone would find Chris in the hospital and trying to hurt him.

 

So I got all the necessary utilities and medicaments placed around my bed, in which Chris was sleeping since almost seven months by now.

 

I looked at the single tube that was attached to his chest.

I gave him a daily dose of the essential substances through this little thing that disappeared under his skin.

I was staying at home for the most of the day. I wouldn’t dare to leave him alone for even one second. You never know what could happen. Maybe I was over sensitive, but since there was no Coldplay anymore, I had loads of free time.

And I was happy to spend every second of my life to help Chris getting back on his feet again.

 

I rolled over and jumped out of the bed. The doctor said to me that some simple aerobic exercises would be good for Chris’ health.

So I walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled away the blanket that was covering him.

I sat down next to him on the edge of the mattress and took one of his legs. Then I pulled it up his knee. I did these kinds of things each day. I hoped that if Chris’ was going to wake up, he didn’t loose all of his muscles.

I also moved his arms in each direction, and to my frustration I saw that they got thinner and thinner with every day, regardless of how often I moved them.

 

When I was done with the exercises I got a wet washcloth and rubbed it over his body.

I made up quite a plan what to do with him each day. First thing in the morning was to check his heartbeat, followed by his breathing. Fortunately it didn’t change in the last few months, so his body was working very well.

After that, I gave him the injection. Then some exercises. After that a three hour break. Then again some little exercises and finally cleaning him up.

 

Over the time I arranged a very lovely maid. I couldn’t stay at home all the time, of course. So she was the one who looked after Chris when I was out. I trusted in her, and she knew that. I knew she would always be careful with Chris and she was. Every time I was back at home she was either cleaning up my apartment or sitting next to Chris and checking his doses.

 

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Chris’ POV

 

It hurt.

 

It hurt way too much to handle, but I handled it.

 

But it just didn’t stop hurting, so I had to distract myself.

 

So there was a Till, another random bloke whose name I forgot and a Lady called Elfur. I read this name somewhere, it is a Viking name for “Waterfall”.

 

I know I was lying in a bed, and I also knew this smell, it smelled trustworthy, but still… I couldn’t remember where I knew that perfume from.

 

“Chris, stop staring at me like that, I hate it when you do that!,” Till complained. He was a rather muscular man, and he was the only one who stood as long as possible at my side. Oh and I called him Till because he looked like the guy from Rammstein.

 

“Sorry, but I don’t know what to do. I’m bored.” I didn’t know if I was actually speaking, everything seemed like a weird dream. I was feeling that I was lying, but I was standing at the same time. I guess I was in some kind of a lucid dream.

 

“Then look at Elfur, she likes getting looks from you.” Till pointed to the other side of the entirely white room we four where sitting in, right at Elfur.

 

“Fuck off, naughty bastard.” She answered in the most lovely voice you could imagine.

She was creepy, I didn’t like her. I often ignored her, but since I built her up in my mind, she just wouldn’t go away.

Freaky bitch.

 

“Y’know, I don’t want to stay in your mind any longer, it’s fucking dead around here. Not even this place here is in any way colourful. Where’s your flipping imagination Chris?!,” the random bloke said.

 

“No! Please don’t go away, I … I’m gonna feel lonely if you’re away…”

 

“Okay, that sounded weird.” The random bloke turned to me and had this weird facial expression.

 

“Do you think I’m weird?” I asked him, now sitting up on my comfortable armchair.

 

“Yes!” All of my fellows answered.

 

“Ugh. How much longer do we have to stay at this sparse place?” I asked Elfur.

 

“How the fuck should I know? Why do you retard always bloody ask me such idiotic questions?!” she snapped.

 

“Damn, calm down, okay? I know his questions are annoying, but damn, way to overreact, seriously…” the random bloke said while rolling with his eyes. At least he was defending me.

 

“Oh great, Mr. Ass-kisser has spoken. God I fucking hate this pla-“

 

“Go away, I don’t like you.” I interrupted her. She looked at me astounded and faded away.

 

“Chris, could you please relieve me from this place, too? I really, really, want to go.” The random bloke said.

 

“Well, okay then, are you sure?” I stood up and looked at him sadly.

 

“Yeah, I am sure. Though, sometimes it was really funny ‘round here. But now, I really have to go.” He told me. His green eyes were staring into mine.

But then, I just nodded and he also faded away, smiling.

 

“Well, that means, I have to stay here with you for the rest of the time?” Till was already standing next to me.

 

“Yeah, think so. It’s weird though. I just created them, you know, Elfur and this guy, but somehow they reminded me of some people I was really close to. But I… I just can’t remember.”

 

“Weird. But hey, do you want a cup of tea?” he spontaneously blurted out.

 

“What? No, I mean, damn, Till! I just erased two of my friends forever!”

 

He looked at me, as if nothing happened. “And? So you don’t want a cup of tea then? Well, that means, more for me!” He clapped with his hands and walked out of my sight.

 

“Dear god.” I covered my face in my hands.

I had to get out of here, soon.

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

By the time all of the glass was cleaned up, I’d gotten at least two cuts because my hands were shaking so badly. There wasn’t too much blood, but they still hurt a bit, even more so when I tried to wash them out. In the middle of my attempt, the phone rang. I jumped, glancing quickly at the caller ID. Will had to be safe; surely he didn’t know about what had happened.

 

“Hey,” I said, picking up the receiver with my clean hand.

 

“How’s it going?”

 

“Fine,” I lied.

 

“I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight. There’s that new restaurant in town I really wanted to try...”

 

“Sounds great!” I lied again. “Um...wanna pick me up?”

 

“Sure. Around seven?”

 

“It’s a date,” I said, chuckling.

 

“Oh, shut up...” Will snapped before hanging up. The moment he did, I moved into the living room and threw myself down on the couch. I wanted to take a shower, but I was too exhausted. I wanted to get high, but I simply hated the thought of wanting that. So instead of doing either of those things, I slept. It took me at least an hour to get to sleep; I kept sweating and shaking too much to be comfortable. But finally, mercifully, I passed out.

 

When I woke up, it was six o’clock at night. “Shit...” I moaned, rolling over on the cushions. I pulled myself up and took a moment to marvel at the fact that I hadn’t had the nightmare again. Then I remembered the time and ran into the bathroom to make myself look presentable. But when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I had to gasp. I barely recognized myself. Trying to shake the horrible image from my mind, I stayed in the shower for longer than needed, absorbing its warmth. Unfortunately it did nothing for my trembling.

 

The moment I finished getting ready, Will knocked at the door. I grabbed my wallet from the counter and rushed to open it, trying to appear as normal as possible. Will stared at me a moment, his eyes taking in everything about me. I felt nervous under his gaze, and I wished he would look at something else. “Are you alright?” he asked eventually.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmured, waving him off. “Let’s go.”

 

We spent the evening talking about normal things in a familiar way. We both tried to ignore speaking about the present, especially Will. He took great care not to mention anything having to do with the rape, my behavior, or my appearance. He merely told a few jokes, stories, and talked about music. I did the same, hoping it was the best thing to do. In between talking, I also tried to eat. Food tasted like plastic to me, but I forced myself to down it for his sake.

 

By dessert, I was terribly anxious. My knee was bouncing, and I couldn’t stop grinding my teeth or flexing my fingers. Will, on the other hand, was too calm; he barely moved. Finally, he stopped staring at his drink and looked up at me. I looked back at him, too afraid to glance away. “Jonny thinks you’re taking something,” he said quietly.

 

I felt my stomach lurch, but I snorted disbelievingly to cover it. “He’s wrong. Fuck, Will...do you believe him?”

 

He seemed uncomfortable as he thought up an answer. “I don’t...I don’t know.” At my horrified expression, he struggled to elaborate. “You’ve been acting so strangely lately. A month after the...uh, you seemed to be getting better. You were acting more like yourself. And then, suddenly, a few weeks ago, you change completely.” He leaned forward a bit, gaining courage. “You lose weight, you always seem sick...You’re not acting like yourself.”

 

“Did you ever think...” I hissed, “That maybe I’m having a bit of trouble coping? Did you ever think it might just be a little difficult to come back from something like that? I’m trying, Will. I’m sorry if I’m not getting better fast enough for you!”

 

“I...of course I thought that...” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Guy...I’m just telling you what Jonny thinks.”

 

“What he thinks is wrong,” I ground out. “Fuck him; he doesn’t know anything.” I buried my head in my hands as I realized what I’d just said. I could practically feel Will’s shock radiating off him.

 

“That’s what I mean,” he said slowly. “That’s not like you.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, shaking my head. “I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s okay,” he said slowly, reaching out to squeeze my arm for a second. At first I thought it was just a little comforting gesture, but then I noticed the way his fingers nearly closed around my wrist. He was feeling how thin I was. I yanked my arm away and glared at him, feeling helplessly betrayed.

 

“Jesus,” he muttered, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

 

“You trying judge how much thinner I am?” I spat.

 

“I don’t need to touch you to judge that,” he explained. “It’s obvious from a mile away.” He put his hands in his lap and leaned back into his chair.

 

We were both silent until the pretty young waitress came with my coffee and Will’s tea. “Thanks, love,” I purred, smiling at her. She blushed, trying not to smile back, and Will rolled his eyes.

 

“You’re welcome. Let me know when you’re ready for the bill.” I followed her with my eyes as she walked away, but my spark of interest was quickly extinguished in the midst of my other issues. I looked at my coffee instead, but I didn’t move to touch the cup.

 

“I’m sorry,” Will said quietly. “I didn’t mean to be so...blunt.”

 

“Doesn’t matter.”

 

Will laughed humorlessly. “Everything matters, mate. And you can’t pretend it doesn’t.”

 

 

Finding my Sunshine (Part 12)

 

 

 

 

*Jonny's PoV

 

I sighed as I sat at the end of my bed, flipping through channels on the TV. There was absolutely nothing to do.

 

I heard a soft knock on my hotel room door. I wasn't expecting anyone; not even Chris. I turned off the TV and headed to the door and opened it up. It was Carla.

 

"Oh..." I didn't think she would want to see me any time soon. "Hi Carla." but I still loved her.

 

"Hey Jonny," She said and she paused, sighed and looked at the floor. "Well... Well... You know how... Well you know..."

 

"Carla your not really... getting anywhere." I told her lightly.

 

"I love you," I didn't know what to say, I just looked down at the floor. She placed her eyes in the opposite direction. "This is more awkward than I expected it to be so I'm going to-." She said as she was getting ready to walk back to her room.

 

"Wait," I said as I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards me. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her warm, gentle skin. "I love you too," I said as she looked up at me.

 

"I'm sorry," She whispered into my ear.

 

"For what?" I asked her.

 

"For leaving you," she started. "I never didn't love you. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel so... I'm sorry. I thought-. I thought that..." She started to repeat herself. I looked straight into her beautiful eyes.

 

"Thoughts don't matter right now. Only you and me do."

 

 

 

 

The end... I guess... :shrug:

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Scandalous

Part 6

 

 

It snowed like mad the first day Jonny stayed, so we stayed inside. We drank, like, eighty gallons of hot chocolate, 'cause it was so cold. It was very delicious. I forced Jonny to watch all three parts of Back to the Future, though he didn't seem to mind too much. God, I love those movies.

 

For dinner, my mum made spaghetti. It was also very delicious. We all sat around the table, my parents, my brother, Jonny, and I, and just chatted. There wasn't much to talk about, seeing as nothing exciting had happened that day.

 

“So, what did you boys do today?” my dad asked.

 

“Just watched movies,” I replied.

 

“What movies?”

 

“Back to the Future.”

 

“Oh, I should've guessed,” he laughed. I suppose I watch those movies a lot. “How do you like our house so far, Jonny?”

 

“Um, it's good.”

 

“Good to hear.”

 

“Oh, that reminds me!” my mum exclaimed. “Sleeping arrangements.”

 

“What about them?”

 

“We need to arrange them,” she said, turning to me. “I assume you'll let Jonny take the bed, Chris, and you can sleep on the floor. Unless Jonny doesn't mind sharing.”

 

“I don't mind,” he said.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yeah, it'll be fine. Right, Chris?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Well, that's settled then!” She turned back to my dad, and Jonny looked at me. I flashed him a little knowing smile, and he returned it. “How was your day, honey?”

 

“Oh, you know, the usual... blah, blah, blah...” He didn't actually say 'blah, blah, blah', but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy eating and making faces at Jonny. He seemed to think they were amusing. My dad didn't, though.

 

“Chris, stop making faces and finish eating,” he demanded. I did as he told me, because that's how I was raised. I also cleared the table to make up for it. My parents must be so proud of me.

 

Soon enough it was time for bed. I raced up the stairs like I always did, but I froze in front of my door. Jonny and I would be sleeping in the same bed. As lovely as that sounded, it really freaked me out. Jonny was walking up the stairs behind me, and when he reached the top he tapped my shoulder.

 

“Chris, what're you doing?”

 

“Uh... waiting for you,” I lied. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind Jonny. I picked his pillow up off the floor and tossed it to him. “You can sleep on whichever side you want.”

 

He chose the side closest to my window, which was fine with me. I watched as Jonny lay his pillow on the bed, then sat himself down as well. I couldn't move.

 

“Chris, what's wrong?” he asked. “We don't have to share, if you don't want. And I wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor, either.”

 

“No, it's fine. Just... I'm just... well, I'm, uh, nervous. ”

 

“Oh, good...” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Well, yeah, but... come here,” he said, motioning me towards him. I finally moved, turning off the light and lying down next to Jonny. “See? Just laying here... it's not so bad.”

 

“Hmm... I still feel like I'm gonna throw up.”

 

“I know what you mean,” he said, wrapping his arm around me. Then he kissed my forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, Chris.”

 

That was the first night I fell asleep in Jonny's arms. As strange as it was, that was the happiest night of my life.

 

 

 

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In A Little While

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

“What?” He asked in a high voice, his eyes wide, showing his shock over the news. “How did this happen? We used protection!”

 

“It’s not 100% effective. I thought you would know that!” She said.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Guy asked, getting angrier by the second at this woman.

 

“Nothing, it means exactly what it means.” She sighed. “Look, this is how it’s gonna work. I’m gonna have my baby, you get out of my way and I won’t tell anyone this is your child. Are we clear?”

 

“No, we’re not clear.” He said, in disbelief. “First of all, it’s my baby too and I am going to be a father, I am a part of this baby’s life too, so, no, I won’t ‘get out of your way’, are we clear?” He responded, his tone matching hers.

 

“Don’t give me this responsible father shit. You might be the last person on Earth entitled to do that. I don’t need you to raise this kid and I know you didn’t ask for that.”

 

“I didn’t.” He agreed. “But I want to.”

 

She rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want you to. You can be a father to my baby, I won’t deny my child the right to see the father but until that you can stay away. I know you pretty well to know you’re not the family kind of guy.”

 

Guy was fuming. This woman had a natural ability to make his blood boil under his skin. “Listen, I’m not backing down on this. Whether you like it or not, I’m the father of the baby you’re carrying and that means you’ll have to put up with me for the rest of your life because I am going to be a part of this baby’s life, and not just on weekends. Do you understand?”

 

She looked at him for a few moments. “How are you so certain I’m not lying?” Helen asked, curiously.

 

“About what, the pregnancy or the paternity?” He asked.

 

“Both, I guess.”

 

“Well, your boobs got bigger and I know you know you don’t mess with me.” He said, his face serious. He wasn't kidding around.

 

She nodded. “I know you are an asshole, but at least you’re a decent one. And yeah, I don’t usually do what I did that night with you. Ever. So…” She admitted, blushing slightly.

 

“Thanks.” He accepted the peculiar compliment.

 

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“How dumb are you to get a girl pregnant?” Will asked straight away as they met the next day in their studio.

 

“I’m not dumb and it’s not our fault. Condoms should be blamed in this situation and birth control as well.” He argued, defending himself.

 

“Well, it was bound to happen someday.” Jonny muttered.

 

“What did you say?” Guy looked at him, with a frown.

 

“Nothing.” Jonny lied. “What are you gonna do now?”

 

“The only thing there is to do? I’m going to be a father, I’ll be moving to a house near her apartment in three weeks and… that’s basically it.”

 

“Wow…. I never heard you talk like this.” Chris said, truthfully admired by his friend’s behavior.

 

“How are you sure she’s not lying?” Will asked, breaking the silence. “I don’t mean to be a jerk but maybe you should take a DNA test.”

 

“There’s no need to. I know it’s mine, trust me.” He said, matter-of-factly.

 

“Okay. Now, most importantly, is it a girl or a boy?” Chris questioned, smiling.

 

“We don’t know that stuff now, it’s too early in the pregnancy.” Guy said, glad to see his friends starting to like the idea of him having a baby. Even if it was under these circumstances.

 

“Do you want to play some music?” Jonny asked him, patting him on the back, a small smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to be called Uncle Jonny by this unborn baby. He knew that now, more than ever, Guy needed their support.

 

“Sure.” He had a goofy grin plastered his face. He was going to be a father. A father. And he was lucky enough to have three amazing friends who were there for him.

 

God knows I’m gonna need their parenting experience!

 

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

The next day, I felt more isolated than ever before. Jonny refused to acknowledge me, Chris treated me like an injured child, and Will just looked at me in concern every five minutes. Somehow, despite that, I managed to work out a decent bass line for a new song we’d been working on. It was the same song that Chris had been developing the day I’d told the rest of the band about what had happened to me. Still, I tried not to think about that, and eventually all I was aware of was the deep, thumping sounds being created by my amp.

 

By the time I finished playing, I realized that everyone else had already stopped. I looked around blankly, confused by their shocked faces. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked weakly.

 

“What?” Will spoke first. “Fuck, no. I’ve just never seen you stare so intently at your bass.”

 

“You look like you wanna have sex with it!” piped up Chris, laughing. I frowned a bit, hunching my shoulders, and Jonny shook his head disapprovingly. I loosened my fingers from around the guitar let it rest on my lap, realizing it was probably the only thing in the room that wasn’t judging me. It was a bit sad that I felt my only friend was an inanimate object, but I couldn’t help feeling that I had severed my ties with everyone else for good.

 

I must have gotten a distant look on my face, because Chris asked me if I was awake. “Yeah,” I muttered. “I’m talking, aren’t I?”

 

“You know what I mean,” he said quietly. I was surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but Chris could be quite serious when he wanted to be. “You look dead on your feet.”

 

“I’m sitting down,” I pointed out, refusing to take his bait.

 

“Okay, fine. Do it your way,” he said, suddenly sounding upset. “Shut me out.” I stared up at him, my eyes widening. “Whenever something’s wrong, it’s the only thing you do! Shut us out and self-destruct.” He threw down the guitar he’d been playing around on, grabbed his stuff, and left. Jonny looked from me to Will, and then followed Chris. I glanced at Will, just waiting to see if he would leave too. You’re the last one, mate.

“He’s right,” Will said softly.

 

I didn’t give him time to walk out on me. No, no. I walked out on him first. And it was on that day that I decided I wouldn’t be going to any more practices for a while.

 

……………………………..................................................

 

One very frustrating thing about taking drugs is that they never give you the same kind of high that they did the first time you tried them. I spent a little while trying to catch that ‘first time feeling’, but it always eluded me. Every time I tried to get it, it would move farther and farther away. The depression during withdrawal was nearly unbearable, but it was probably the only thing keeping me from taking more of the drugs.

 

A week or two after the last practice session with the band, I tried to see Jeremy again. I didn’t know what I was going to ask him, or what I was even doing there, but I went anyway. The moment I stepped into the back room, I knew something had changed. “Hey, there,” said a nice-looking kid of about nineteen. Apparently he had just finished sorting boxes.

 

“Hey…um, I’m looking for Jeremy…he works here, doesn’t he?”

 

“Oh, yeah!” said the boy, scratching his spiky blond head. With a painful jolt, I realized he looked remarkably like a younger version of Chris. “He got arrested, man.”

 

“Arrested?” I repeated, my voice rising a bit. “For what?” As if I didn’t already know.

 

He lowered his voice and leaned closer. “Dealing ecstasy, I think.”

 

“Shit…” I muttered. I could feel my face growing pale.

 

“Why, are you a friend?” he asked, his eyes bright and unsuspecting.

 

“No,” I choked out.

 

The kid’s eyes widened and lost their innocent look. “A customer? That stuff can kill you, man.”

 

“I know,” I said, smiling ruefully. “I know, mate. Look, thanks for the info.”

 

“What’s it like?” the boy asked suddenly, looking anxious. “Is it as good a high as everyone says?” I stopped and forced myself to look at him.

 

“Maybe,” I said slowly, trying to choose my words carefully. “But don’t take it. It doesn’t last very long and only leaves you feeling like shit for days after. Save your money, man.” Half of what I was saying was a lie, but it didn’t matter. I just didn’t want this kid who reminded me of Chris to get caught in the same web I had.

 

I didn’t give him a chance to respond. Instead, I muttered my thanks and walked straight for the door. I didn’t know what to do know. I was certain I would never find another dealer, which gave me an odd feeling of elation. Once I was done with this batch, I wasn’t going to have any more. Ever. I grinned to myself and picked up my pace to a run.

 

When I finally reached my flat, the first thing I did was go over my new messages. Will, Chris, and Jonny called nearly every day, but I rarely tried to contact them. Their recordings were just like broken records anyway.

 

‘Hey, man, it’s Chris...I’m just calling to check up on you. Please, call me back. I’m really scared...’

 

‘Hi, it’s Will. You’re gonna have to talk to me sooner or later. If you don’t call back, I’ll just call more...’

 

‘Guy, it’s Jonny. I’m sorry, alright? I wanted to leave you alone, but Chris won’t stop asking me about you...’

 

I deleted each message as it finished. “Sorry, mates,” I said. I felt a stab of guilt, but pushed it down. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long swig, pulling the small plastic bag out of its hiding place under a stack of papers. I had seven left.

 

Biting my lip, I separated two and put the rest back into their hiding place. I hadn’t eaten in a day, and I knew that these things were doing far more harm than good. But God, I needed the rush. I needed to stop feeling like I wanted to kill myself. So I went for it.

 

 

 

Scandalous

Part 7

 

 

 

Jonny's POV

 

I had a blast staying at Chris'. It's great that we didn't drive each other mad, because we spent literally twenty-four hours a day with each other. By day, we were the same old best friends Chris and Jonny that we'd always been. Or, we'd been for as long as we'd known each other, anyway. Just being stupid and having a laugh. By night, however, we were so much more.

 

Over those amazing two weeks, our secret love affair blossomed into a deep, beautiful romance. The first few nights were filled with expected nerves, but eventually they faded and gave way to incredible sensations of passion and desire. Chris is laughing at this right now, but I know it's just because he wishes he could write as well as I can. Anyway, we didn't go too far, of course, because of the fact that it was all new to us, and the whole hiding-it-from-everyone thing.

 

On the tenth day of my fourteen-day stay, I woke up to find that Chris was not lying next to me, as he usually was. I looked around the room, but still didn't see him. It being morning, my bladder was practically bursting, so I got up and headed for the bathroom.

 

I walked up to the door to find that the room was already occupied. At the same moment, though, the door swung open, revealing Chris. He had a towel in his hand, and was rubbing it against his mop of hair, which was wet and sticking to the side of his face. And he was only wearing a pair of black boxers.

 

When he saw me, he stopped drying his hair. Then he peered into the hallway to see if anyone else was around, and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the room with him. He quickly closed the door and shoved me up against it, pressing his body against mine and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

 

“Good morning, Jonny,” he whispered into my ear.

 

“Good morning, Chris,” I answered. He smiled and started to kiss along my jawline.

 

“Have I ever told you how much I like you?”

 

“Yes, you tell me that all the time. Listen, we better not stay in here for very long. Someone's gonna catch us one of these days.”

 

“You're so paranoid, Jonny, no one's gonna find out,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. Of course, someone chose that exact moment to knock on the door.

 

“Shit,” Chris mouthed.

 

“Jonny, are you in there?” It was Chris' mum.

 

“Yeah!” I shouted.

 

“Have you seen Chris?”

 

“Uh... no. Maybe he's outside or something?”

 

“Hmm, it's pretty cold out there... then again, he's a bit crazy. I suppose I'll go check. Thanks!”

 

“No problem!” I looked over at Chris, whose face was now pale. I waited until I thought she'd left to talk again. “I told you.”

 

“I need to get out of here and get dressed,” he quickly said, picking the towel up and opening the door. As soon as he did, he froze. I maneuvered around the open door to see what had stopped him. It was his mum, standing right in front of the door with her arms folded and a look of absolute disgust spread across her face.

 

“I told you.”

 

“What do you boys think you're doing?” she asked.

 

“Mum, I-” Chris started.

 

“No. I don't want to hear it right now. Chris, go get dressed. Jonny, please go downstairs. We'll talk about... this later.”

 

“Yes, ma'am,” I said. Chris, on the other hand, stormed off. As I walked down the stairs, I heard him slam his door. His brother was sitting on the floor of the living room, watching television. He smiled at me as I walked in, but I couldn't return his friendly greeting. I just sat on the couch, staring at the floor. It was all over.

 

 

In A Little While

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

“Hey!” Guy called out as he entered Helen’s apartment. They had exchanged keys to make it easier for them to get together whenever they needed. They weren’t a couple. Well, they never talked about it but the fact that they were always bickering may give a different idea.

 

She was getting moodier and moodier as time went by, her strong personality aggravated by her condition.

 

She was just celebrating her three-month pregnancy with a refreshing iced tea when Guy’s voice echoed around her apartment.

 

“I’m in the kitchen!” She said.

 

“Okay, I really have to pee, so can I go in there first?” He asked.

 

“Sure, go ahead.”

 

Strangely, he realized he had never been in her bathroom before. He noticed she didn’t have too much girlie stuff. One bottle of perfume, one bottle of shampoo, one moisturizer, one deodorant and a hairbrush, apart from her toothbrush and a hairdryer. He kept observing the bathroom, noticing she must be a neat freak because everything was orderly placed, everything completely clean, unlike his own bathroom. Actually, now that he thought about it, she was completely different from him.

 

He was carefree. He was disorganized, at least when it came to his home. And on top of all, he was silent.

 

She liked to chat. Nonstop. She would start a conversation with him, but really what it was actually happening was a monologue. Then she would become furious when he didn’t respond or even listen to her.

 

That was the point when they were similar. They were both strong people who got riled up very easily and were passionate about what they believed in, which could be a serious problem when one of them was pregnant and experiencing unpleasant symptoms throughout the day.

 

Helen was a lawyer. She had a very demanding timetable and stress was something she was used to. But these days, her patience and self-control were being tested by the father of her unborn baby.

 

Right now, he was in her bathroom and the fact that he’d been there for 15 minutes was making her worry. She was on the other side of the door and knocked on it.

 

“What are you doing in there? Intestinal problems?”

 

“Oh, I was just looking in the mirror.” He lied, opening the door and passing her on his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a pear and sat at the table.

 

“Okay.” She said, suspiciously. “What did you come here for?”

 

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a walk or something.”

 

“Is that supposed to be an attempt of asking me out?”

 

“No, I mean, yeah, kind of.”

 

“Why?”

 

Guy didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. I uh, I like being with you, that’s all.”

 

“Well, no, thank you.” She said, to his surprise.

 

“What? Why not?”

 

“Because last time we ‘went out for a walk’ you got me pregnant, remember? And I don’t want any kind of romantic relationship with you, Pretty Boy.”

 

“Oh, okay, sure, of course… I have to uh, go.” He said, visibly upset.

 

“Wait!” She grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Look, we both know the only thing that’s keeping us together is this baby, so don’t pretend you are suddenly interested.”

 

Guy just looked at her. He knew she was right. However, he was interested in her, more than he’d like to admit. But the fact that she didn’t see he really liked her, in spite of everything, disappointed him.

 

Wordlessly, he turned around and left her apartment.

 

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“Well, she is right.” Will admitted.

 

“Thanks.” Guy said, sarcastically.

 

“I’m just saying what I think. You’re with her because you’re having a baby together. Otherwise, she’d be just one more girl you picked up.”

 

“I know but what you don’t understand is that it’s more than that now.” Guy said. “And I want to be more than the father of her child. But she’s stubborn and she won’t listen to me the one time I talk.”

 

Will raised his eyebrows at him. “Have you tried telling her that?”

 

“I asked her out, I thought that was proof enough.”

 

“It’s a wonder how you get girls sometimes when you’re that clueless about them.”

 

“Clueless? I’m not clueless, I’m just a man.”

 

“I’m a man too but the thing with women is a) you have to read the signs, to read between the lines, b) you have to be explicit in a soft way, always tell her what you want without being rough or you’ll get on their bad side and c) they’re always right.” He said and patted him on the back.

 

Guy was thinking when his cell phone beeped; he received a message. From Helen. He read the message out loud.

 

Hi! I have that doctor’s appointment today. If you want, meet me there. Bye.

 

“Which really means she wants you there with her and you better pick her up and go together.”

 

“What? Why?” Guy asked, clearly confused.

 

“Look, she wants to state she’s confident and basically say she doesn’t need you, which she doesn’t, but it’s just a way of showing her how you really feel. You want to be there every step of the way, right?”

 

Guy nodded, affirmatively.

 

“Then do what I’m telling you.” Will smiled.

 

“When did you become a psychologist?” Guy asked his friend, with a small smile on his face.

 

“Ever since I got married. You can only make the same mistake for so long.” He shrugged.

 

 

 

Hm, sorry, I just had to post one of mine :lol:

Please excuse my poor English, I write much better in French but unfortunately not all the people here would get it...:uhoh:

 

WARNING: This is random.

 

A Story You Don't Wanna Read

Part I

 

 

Guy entered the bakery, took off his coat and frowned. Something was wrong that morning. It smelled like…

« Chris! Don’t tell me you’ve burnt chocolate cookies again! » he yelled as he entered the studio. Chris came running towards him wearing an apron.

« Nope! » he said, happy as can be, « this time they’re brownies. »

Guy rolled his eyes. « But it smells like burned »

And suddenly Chris lost his smile. He looked at Guy with wide eyes. « Oh shit » and he ran to the kitchen.

Soon enough, Guy joined him there. He was curious to see what those brownies looked like. The last time Chris had tried to cook something, he had claimed it was cookies, but the thing that came out of the oven looked more like an explosion on a plate than anything close to that. Before that, he had tried to follow Will’s instructions for a crème brulée, but the result was…disturbing. He had obliged his three mates to taste it, and neither of them had had the courage to tell him it was totally impossible to eat. AND, there was the time with the spaghetti, at Guy’s flat. Oh, hell, not the spaghetti. Guy still shivered when he remembered that. He would still find spaghetti's at his house in the most unusual places after having peeled them off the walls. From then on, Chris was not allowed to cook in his kitchen anymore. In fact, he was not allowed to cook anywhere apart his own house. But unfortunately, anybody could prevent him to blast the bakery’s kitchen when he was alone.

 

And as he had expected, the kitchen was a mess. No walls covered with spaghetti, thank God, but it still was a total disorder. It seemed as thought an tornado had passed in there, followed by a tsunami and then maybe an earthquake. It looked as if there had been a third world war in the room, or even worse, Guy thought; it looked as if Chris had tried to cook something.

« So what do you think?? »

Ugh, stupid, he thought. That’s exactly what happened. He looked down at what Chris was showing him.

« Oh, erm…those are… »

« Brownies. » Chris finished for him. « Wanna try some? »

Guy didn’t want to try anything that came from that plate. He quickly tried to find an excuse, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure one out.

It was then that Jon stepped in the room.

« Holy goat, what the hell happened here, don’t tell me it’s Phil trying to find his cat again- Oh Chris! I see you’ve been coking! » Jon looked around in total awe. « You’ve worked hard, too. » He then saw the plate Chris was holding and walked towards it. « Those are brownies, right? Great. I’ll take one. See ya boys! »

Next thing they knew Jon had quit the kitchen with a brownie by the door behind them. Guy wondered in which trash can he was going to toss it. Holy hell, he thought. Maybe he’s gonna eat it.

 

 

A Story You Don't Wanna Read

Part II

 

(not long, but hey)

 

 

 

A little later Guy joined Jonny on the couch. He was reading a newspaper with a beer in one hand and a bar of toothpaste in the other.

« What the hell are you doing with a tooth paste bar, Jon? »

« Oh that, » said Jon, glancing at the mint flavored paste. « Well it’s for the flavor to go away. »

Guy knew he meant the brownies, but… « Tooth paste? With beer? »

« Hey » said Jonny, pointing at him. « You’ve never tried. »

« Okaaaay, man. » he said, traumatized. « But I’ve got one question »

« Go ahead, » said Jon, not seeing what that could be.

« How the hell did you know those were brownies?? »

« Oh, that’s an easy one, » Jon said, leaning forward. « It was sure not spaghetti, because it didn’t stick to the walls. »

Guy had to recognize he was right on that one. Jon continued his explanation.

« I was sure they weren’t cookies because he did that last week. »

Oh. It hadn’t been that long after the cookies, after all.

« AND, there was a huge How To Cook Brownies In 5 Easy Steps book on the table. »

Guy resisted to the urge to tap his forehead. Note to self : when in doubt, look for the book.

Wait. He had done all that mess in only five steps?

Chris came running to the couch and settled down in front of the TV. Jon had barely the time to throw the tooth paste bar behind him. What neither of them noticed is that the window was open and it flew out of the building to hit a car on the road. But they didn’t notice that either. Guy looked at Chris.

« Have you cleaned that kitchen, Chris? »

Chris nodded his head without taking his eyes out of Bugs Bunny.

Jon raised an eyebrow. « You sure? » The fact Chris could clean all that in two minutes was a little hard to believe. Guy and Jon had to recognize he was a hyper man, but even Super Man couldn’t have done it in that time. Well, unless he stopped time, of course. Or was that another movie?

« Uh, I’ll clean it later, okay. » Chris said with a bored voice. « Once my show is over. »

« I’d do it now if I was you. » said Guy. « Otherwise Will’s gonna come and-»

A yell came from the kitchen. « D’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! »

Guy continued his sentence as if nothing had happened. « …be mad at you. »

Chris hid his face under a pillow. « Oh crap. »

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 8

 

Ok, the descriptions of the effects of the drug are based on my internet research. So they may not be completely accurate...I don't know. :shrug:

 

 

 

Jonny’s POV / Guy’s POV

 

 

I was scared; not only for Guy, but for us as a band. When Chris walked out on that rehearsal, I’d followed him out of concern. When I found out that Guy had walked out as well, I knew everything was shot to hell. When Guy left, it took miracles to entice him back in. My stomach twisted as I got closer to his flat. He hadn’t talked to us in days, and I was beyond the point of worry. I was so afraid for him that I felt physically ill.

 

I leaned against his door and knocked, silently praying for him to answer it. What if he throws another bottle at me? It doesn’t matter; he’s your friend. You have to help him.

 

He didn’t answer. “Fuck,” I hissed, my heart pounding behind my ribcage. I didn’t want to have to do this, but something told me that I needed to. I took the spare key from my pocket and put it into the lock, jiggling it around until it clicked. I pushed the door open and shut it behind me, quickly scanning the apartment. It was silent, except for the muted sounds of television coming from the other room. Slowly, I drifted into it, and so began a few of the worst hours of my life.

 

Guy was sitting on the couch, his knees pulled up to his chin. The first thing I noticed was the way he kept moving his jaw, as if he had some sort of itch he was trying to get rid of without scratching. He would shiver every few moments and flex his muscles. His eyes were glassy, and I realized with a sickening jolt that his pupils were wide as saucers. He was staring at the TV, which was tuned to the National Geographic channel. He seemed quite taken by the images of towering mountains and sweeping valleys.

 

“Guy?” I choked out, touching his shoulder. He gave a small jerk, and his eyes slid over to look at me. He stared into my face for a moment before he grinned.

 

“Jonny,” he slurred, reaching out to touch my chest. I pushed his hand away. “Jonny, your eyes...were they...always that green?” he asked, extending his arm again. He was high. High as a fucking kite.

 

“Christ,” I muttered, sinking down on the couch next to him. “What did you take?” I asked, trying to catch his gaze.

 

He laughed, and for a moment he looked normal. “Ecstasy, mate. It feels so fucking good...” He trembled once more and scratched at the back of his neck. I had been right about him being on drugs, and yet I wished I hadn’t. I would have given anything to be wrong. Slowly, I pressed my palm against his forehead, and he practically purred with pleasure. He felt a bit warm, which only served to increase my fear.

 

I was about to confront him about the situation when I remembered that he was high. I would have better luck carrying on a conversation with a toddler. “Guy, do you understand me?”

 

“Understand you, Jonny? Jonny? Your name is beautiful, Jonny. And your eyes too. Jonny, I love you.” He paused to mull that over. “Well, ya know...I wouldn’t want to shag you or anything, I’m not gay...but I love you. Do you love me, Jonny?” I blinked and swallowed back my shock. What was I supposed to say to that? What the hell was this drug doing to him? He stared at me, but didn’t wait for an answer.

 

Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me as close as he could. Disgusted, I pushed him back. “Stop!”

 

“But you feel so good,” he protested. “You feel so good.” It was so strange and surreal; hearing Guy say and do these things. I was sure he’d never been this affectionate in his life. Beginning to get over my shock, I recognized a small window of opportunity in which to make sure he came out of this unharmed.

 

“Let’s go in the kitchen,” I offered, gesturing to the room. “Please, Guy...” He looked so weak and pale that for a moment I wasn’t sure he could even move. But, without taking his glassy eyes off me, he got up and stumbled over. He reached out and took my hand, pressing it against his cheek. I winced; his skin was warm and slick with sweat. With my other hand, I poured a glass of water and forced him into a nearby chair.

 

“What’s going on, Green Eyes?”

 

“Drink this,” I offered.

 

“Why?” he squeaked. I swallowed and tried to control my emotions; I could practically feel my heart cracking.

 

“It’ll make you feel better.”

 

Finally, Guy groped around for the glass I was holding out.

 

....................................

 

Everything was so beautiful. I loved the colors of my flat, the colors of my clothing...the beautiful emeralds in Jonny’s head. I just wanted to touch everything; feel everything. My body tingled with warmth, and every new sensation brought a flood of bliss cascading over me. Nothing could possibly be wrong, and nothing could possibly go wrong.

 

Whenever Jonny touched me, I felt an intense sensation of pleasure. I kept trying to chase that feeling, despite the fact that I barely had the strength to walk. “Jonny?” I cried, trying to locate my friend.

 

“I’m here,” he said quickly. The deeply pleasurable feeling spread across my arm, and I knew he was indeed there.

 

“You disappeared,” I told him, amused. “You’re a bloody ghost.” I knew I should feel guilty for something, but I couldn’t quite remember what it was. I couldn’t really think in my state...all I could do was feel and sense my way around. But I didn’t mind, since everything felt so good anyway.

 

“How long does this last?” I heard him ask.

 

“As long as everything is happy, Jonny. When I feel like killing myself again,” I paused to snort with laughter. “That’s when it’s over.” He was silent, but he took me by the arm and led me back into the living room and onto the couch.

 

“I’m gonna stay with you, okay?”

 

Suddenly, I remembered what I should feel guilty for. “Okay, Jonny-boy. Green Eyes. Do you like me still? I threw that bottle at you; I know you’re mad at me. Do you still like me?”

 

Jonny’s eyes began to glisten, and he rested his elbows on his knees. “What do you think?”

 

“But...Jonny...do you still like me?” I asked again, holding onto the sleeve of his jacket. He sat back, running a hand forcefully through his hair. I laughed and played around with his coat, quickly forgetting the question I’d asked and the answer he had yet to give.

 

 

 

A Story You Don't Wanna Read

Part III

Ihh this one's shorter :uhoh:

 

 

 

It didn’t take long to Will to storm in the room. « Okay. Do I have to formulate the question? »

Guy and Jon pointed at Chris, who was still hidden under the pillow. Well, his head was.

Will got close and threw the pillow away. « Chris. Haven’t I told you already that you couldn’t cook in the bakery’s kitchen? »

« B-but Will! » Chris said, pouting. « I was bored! »

« Then you find something else to do! » he said.

« At three in the morning? »

Everyone stared at him.

« Wait. You were here…at three in the morning. » said Guy, more as a fact than a question.

« Well yeah. There was nothing on TV. »

« Do you ever sleep? » Guy asked.

« No? » said Chris, as if it was the most normal thing ever.

Will tapped his forehead. « Oh, heavens. »

Jon was looking down the window. « Hey that’s my tooth paste down there. »

Will leaned over Chris again, who was totally freaking out. « I don’t want you to restart that again Chris, okay? »

« Okay but don’t look at me like that! You’re scary! »

« Hey Chris, » said Jon. « You mind doing me a favor? »

Chris suddenly jumped off the couch. Whatever as long as Will wasn’t about to kill him. « Yes Jon? »

Jon pointed down the window. « You could go for that tooth paste down there? »

« Of course! » and a fraction of a second later, Chris was no longer in the room.

The three men heard breaks, car crashing and a « Hey! My coffee! » coming from outside.

Two seconds later Chris was back with the object of his mission…and a coffee. « Here, »he said, handing both to Jonny. « I found this too. »

Someone rang the doorbell.

Great, thought Guy. That’s gonna be some pissed off man who got his coffee stolen.

 

 

A Story You Don't Wanna Read

Part IV

 

 

Everybody looked at Jon.

« What, » Jon said. « You’re not expecting me to go open that door, right? »

« Well… » Guy said, looking at what Jon was holding. « You’ve got his coffee. »

Jon sighed and went towards the door with the coffee. Chris, who was more curious than afraid, followed him in silence and hid behind a wall.

A man was standing in the door, visibly pissed off.

« Hello, sir, what can I do for you? » asked Jon in his more normal tone.

« What can you do for me?? Well first give me back my coffee! » said the man. Jon did as he was told and then the man continued.

« Listen, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with this man but I was just passing by and he stole my-»

« Yes sir, I know, Chris has had a sugar overdose combined to a lack of sleep and that’s what happens when he comes outside the house. »

Then man stared at him in total whatthefuckness.

« He’ll come and excuse himself immediately » added Jon. Chris flinched. « Chris!? Come here Chris! »

Next thing they saw was a pitiful Chrissy coming towards them, looking at the ground. The man at the door thought he was seeing a 30 year old version of a 3 year old child. Chris stopped next to Jon but didn’t raise his eyes to the man.

« Chris? Excuse yourself now. »

Chris looked up for the first time. « I am sorr-» it was then, though, that he saw something on the road behind him. His eyes went wide and before he could finish his phrase, he ran past the man yelling : « I want ice cream too!!! »

Jon sighed and tapped his forehead. The man turned around to see Chris running like a maniac totally traumatized.

« Hmm..sorry for the derangement. » and with that Jon closed the door.

« Did everyone survive? » asked Will as he came back to the studio.

« Well, » said Jon. « I guess the ice cream seller won’t. »