The Daily Coldplayer

PART TWO

 

 

 

 

"What...a...dump!" Guy excalaimed, looking at the shockingly bad state of the building which was in front of himself, Jonny, Chris, Will and Phil.

"It's not a dump...It's heaven!" Chris replied, walking towards the front door, quickly followed by everyone else. "Who wants a look around?" Chris grinned.

 

The building was essentially a factory. Three rooms. One massive and the others not so. The building contained the working floor, a dark room and an office. The working floor consisted of about twenty desks, a couple of them with old computers on and one giant printing machine. The dark room was a very small room for the photographs and the Office was relatively big, containing three desks, one of them very big.

 

Chris entered the office, followed by his friends. "This big desk will be mine!" Chris said before Phil butted in. "Umm...Chris!"

"Yes?"

"I was thinking, seeing as I am the Coldplay manager maybe I could be the, um, Coldplayer manager?" Phil grinned.

"Yeah...yeah...no!" Chris grinned back, snapping his teeth.

"So, yeah, this will be my desk!" Chris said again, looking to Phil. "And the other two will belong to Phillip and William!"

"What am I doing?" Will asked, looking puzzled.

"You will be co-editor!" Chris said, winking.

"And me?" Phil asked.

"You are coffee boy!" Chris said, ignoring Phil as he asked for a coffee.

Phil sighed, rolled his eyes and made his way to the coffee machine which was in the office.

"What am I doing?" Jonny asked, looking up in the air.

"You will be chief writer!" Chris said, winking, "That's a good job!"

"And me?" asked Guy, scratching his head and not paying much attention.

"You, Guy, will be photographer!"

Guy's face lit up. "Really, you're not kidding? Thank you! thank you! thank you!"

"Guy's happy!" Phil said, yet again rolling his eyes as he passed Chris his coffee.

"So when is the first edition due?" Will asked.

"Tommorow!" Chris replied.

"Tommorow! You must be joking, how the hell are we going to do that?" Will exclaimed.

"If we get to work!" Chris replied, clapping his hands. "Chop Chop!"

"Wee! I'm going to be like Spiderman! A photographer by day and a, uh, spiderman by night!" Guy said running into the dark room.

"Uh, just one thing..." Jonny said as everyone stopped in their tracks. "What are we writing about?"

 

 

 

ok, so this is my first attempt at fanfiction..:shy:

its pretty much just fluff, at least for now.

i guess its rated "R," for language.

 

You Don't Know How Lovely You Are

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

“Shit shit shit shit shit.”

 

Cursing furiously under my breath, I groped in my purse for keys. Gum, iPod, movie ticket stubs, lint, lipgloss, extra coins.. Everything but keys. Finally, my hand felt cold metal and I tore them from my bag. I jammed them into the lock of my car with a little more force than was necessary.

 

I was standing on the London street outside my flat, and I was very, very late. Late to something I could care less if I went to or not.

 

Finally, the lock clicked and I jumped into my car. Turning the key in the ignition, I started down the street. I wasn’t paying much attention to the road, because all I could think was, Elle is going to fucking kill me if I miss this. Elle is going to fucking kill me if I miss this. I was trying to think less of my best friend, and more of where I was going when my phone buzzed on the dashboard.

 

“Yeahh, hello?”

 

“Are you there yet?!”

 

Oh shit.

 

“Not yet, I’m driving.”

 

“V, I am going to fucking kill you if you miss this!” I heard Elle screech angrily. Luckily, I was prepared and held the small phone away from my face.

 

“Look, I’m really, really sorry. I’ll be there soon. You know I don’t even want to go!”

 

“V,” Elle started, trying to sound a bit more kind. “I know you don’t want to go. But you have to. You have to get on with your life. I’m doing this because I love you, you know!”

 

I sighed, knowing she was right, once again. I hadn’t had a job in four months. And it wasn’t exactly a coincidence that my ex-boyfriend, Jack, broke up with me approximately four months ago as well. I was a wreck for weeks, crying on the job, taking sick days for no reason, coming in late. I couldn’t really blame the office for firing me, but still, it stung. I lost my boyfriend, my job, and I traded in my nice flat for a tiny one, across the city from my friends. I felt like the only thing left was Elle, my best friend since we were sixteen. Now we were both twenty-nine, and I didn’t have my shit together.

 

“I love you, too,” I sighed into the phone. “I’m turning onto the block right now. I’ll call you when I’m done?”

 

I heard Elle breath what sounded like a sigh of relief. “Good luck, V,” she said, and I heard the phone click as she hung up.

 

After parallel parking, I hurried across the street and through the entrance of a slightly rundown building. Seeing that there wasn’t a lift, I started taking the stairs two steps at a time, my breathing becoming more and more heavy. At the top, I crossed the threshold into a small waiting room, with a sign outside that said “EMI STAFFING” in dark lettering. After speaking with the receptionist (more like “breathing at the receptionist”), I took a seat in the small waiting area with another woman, a little older than me.

 

Catching my breath, I thought about what I was doing. What job am I even applying for? I thought to myself. What was Elle thinking?

 

I didn’t have more time than that to ponder, because soon I heard my name.

 

“Violet Grant! He’ll see you now.”

 

I straightened my skirt and walked up to the door to the left of the receptionist’s counter. Entering, I saw a man, about my age, sitting behind a simple desk. I sat down opposite him.

 

“Good morning, er, Violet Grant,” he said, looking down at a paper in front of him. “You’re Elle’s friend?”

 

“Yes,” I said.

 

“Well, as you know, she recommend you for a job with our company.” He paused, as if he wanted me to say something.

 

“Er, yes,” I said stupidly, “I know, but she didn’t exactly tell me what the job is. She only rang to tell me late last night.”

 

“I see. Well, the job is ‘Artists’ Assistant.’”

 

“Um, what does that entail?”

 

“Well, you’d have to travel with a band, in this case, Coldplay, and well, assist them!”

 

My heart skipped a beat. Or possibly five beats.

 

“Coldplay?” Whoops, I said that bit outloud. “I mean, wow. Seriously?” I was sounding dumber by the minute. I had been practically obsessed with Coldplay since they first broke 10 years ago. Instead of talking, I was thinking Elle, I love you so, so much!

 

Realizing he was still watching me, I said, “That would be fantastic!”

 

Smiling a little, the man said, “Great. I’ve seen your resume. Your job as a secretary for five years, and then a waitress before that... You will do perfectly. Here’s Coldplay’s tour schedule. I’ll have someone contact you to tell you about paperwork, salary, passports, things like that. Welcome to the EMI team!”

 

As he shook my hand, I realized the interview was over. My whole body felt a bit numb with surprise and excitement. As I walked confidently out of the room (I say “walked,” but it was really more of a girlish skip), I felt supremely happy. Things were starting to look up. And I owed Elle a very, very large present.

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

I watched Chris as he moved from piano to guitar, lost in his own little world. It had been about two months since Jonny had seen me high, and two months since I flushed the rest of the drugs down the toilet. Two months since I’d gotten the number of the addiction psychiatrist from Henry, and two months since the last time I’d felt good. But it had also been two months since my last fix, so I guessed I was doing pretty well.

 

I’d gained some weight back, but Will still told me that I looked like I was on one of Gwyneth’s diets. I would laugh humorlessly and shake my head, just grateful that he didn’t know the truth about me. It was one of the worst feelings; trying to hide what I’d done. Will had heard the rumor, but he didn’t know that the rumor was true. Chris had never heard it; he was blissfully unaware. Most of my family didn’t even know that I’d been raped, and none of them knew anything about the drugs.

 

Today was a rainy Tuesday afternoon, and Chris and I were the only ones left in the Bakery. The more I watched him go about his daily business, the more I realized how grateful I was for his friendship. I remembered when I’d first met him and had my first fight with him; both in the same night. I remembered a lot of shitty times, and the memories made me grin.

 

Years ago, when he’d blamed himself for Will leaving the band, I was the one who ended up babysitting him as he drank away most of the alcohol in my flat. And of course I was the one stuck cleaning up his Ribena- colored vomit from my bathroom and dragging him into Will’s room to sleep. That had been over ten years ago, but I still remembered it clearly.

 

Okay, so there had been a lot of shitty times, but I couldn’t imagine how my life would have been without him.

 

“How are you?” I asked, leaning my head against the arm of the couch. My depression had eased up today, and I figured I should probably take advantage of it before I started losing my mind again.

 

Chris looked up, frowning in confusion. “What?”

 

“How’s it going? Life and all.”

 

“Um...okay, I guess,” he said slowly, still bemused. “How are you?”

 

“Okay. Uh...mate?” I ventured. I wanted to talk to him, badly...but at the same time I didn’t know what I would say. I hadn’t had a proper conversation with him in two months. “If I kept something from you, something big, would you be really pissed?”

 

“It depends,” he said slowly. “On what reason you have for keeping it from me.”

 

“This is hypothetical, you know.”

 

“Oh. I see.”

 

“I’m just asking for future reference. If I ever decide to take cocaine.”

 

“Okay,” murmured Chris. He sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my neck. “But you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah, sure.”

 

“No, I mean it.” His arm tightened a bit, and I looked down at my feet. “That secret...you’ll tell me one day?”

 

I nodded. “I just can’t today,” I whispered. “Forgive me?”

 

“Mate, I’ve already forgiven you. And...” he paused, and seemed to be considering something. “It wasn’t your fault.”

 

“What wasn’t?”

 

“Your ‘secret’. It’s not your fault. But...I am glad that you decided to get clean.”

 

My shock was so strong that it made me feel sick. “Did Jonny tell you?”

 

“No. I...ah...found one of your pills. About a month ago. It was under that cabinet,” he said, pointing to the one next to the guitar stands. “And then I asked Jonny about it, and he told me that he already knew and that you...well...you were taking care of it.”

 

“Oh,” I sighed. “You seem calm about it.” My skin was tingling with fear.

 

“Oh, shit, man. When I first found out I nearly puked. I was freaking out...” he trailed off and smiled. “But Jonny said you were going to be okay, and that I probably shouldn’t let on that I knew. So I didn’t.” I nodded slowly in understanding, even though the whole situation made me feel really low. “Was he right?” asked Chris. “Are you going to be okay?”

 

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I feel like...shit, honestly. Today was alright, but six days out of seven, I have a strange urge to make toast in the bathtub. You know?” I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. But maybe a joke about suicide wasn’t the best way to do that. “Shit, I’m sorry. I was exaggerating, man. Really. I don’t actually want to kill myself...” Before I could explain further, Chris nestled his head against my shoulder and hugged me tightly around the waist.

 

“Jesus, I thought you'd never tell me about the drug shit,” he murmured.

 

I swallowed with some difficulty and placed a hand around the nape of his neck. “Thanks, Chris.” Thank you for understanding me.

 

 

 

Scandalous

Part 13

 

 

Both of our mothers were walking towards us. Chris was already standing, and I soon followed. Once they were about five feet away, Chris' mum ran towards him.

 

“Chris! Oh, thank God, you're OK!!” she exclaimed, briefly hugging him. “But you... how could you run away like that?”

 

“I didn't want to stay there anymore,” he said, coldly.

 

“I know it was horrible for you, but do you have any idea how worried I was? Something could have happened to you!”

 

“I know.”

 

“Running away doesn't solve any of your problems, either.”

 

“I know,” he repeated, as tears began to form in his eyes. “But I'll go back home now, and you can t-transfer me to another school so I'll never see Jonny again, or whatever it is you're p-planning on doing.”

 

“No,” she said.

 

“What?”

 

“I can't punish you like that, because... well, I was wrong before. So wrong.” She hugged him once more, this time holding him close. “Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry. You two are... well, I can't say I'm thrilled, but obviously you're not meant to be apart. I'm sorry for not seeing that sooner.”

 

“Thank you,” he replied, as he hugged her back.

 

“No, don't thank me. In fact, you should still hate me. I acted like a horrible mother.” She pulled away, but kept her hands on his arms. “You're father, on the other hand, is not going to be so easy to convince.”

 

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”

 

“But I'll try my best,” she said, finally removing her hands. A huge smile lit up his face as a sign of his gratitude.

 

“Jonny!!” he exclaimed as he turned to me. He reached his arms out and lunged towards me, pulling me into a tight embrace that I happily accepted. I rested my hands on his back as he leaned forward and whispered, “I love you.”

 

“I love you, too,” I answered. Every inch of me was bursting with a happiness that I'd never felt before. All of the pain, all of the loneliness, all of everything I'd felt during our months apart disappeared from my mind the instant that Chris wrapped his arms around me. Standing there, just breathing in his aroma, I couldn't help thinking that we really were meant to be together.

 

“Aw, young love. How adorable,” my mum said. It would have been an embarrassing moment, had I cared about what was going on around me. I didn't, though; Chris and I were the only things that existed. Neither of us may have ever let go, had Chris' mum not brought us back to reality with her interrupting questions.

 

“Are you boys going to stay here, or...?” Chris pulled away, facing his mum.

 

“Actually, I'm getting kinda hungry. I didn't really think about food or anything when I decided to run away...”

 

“Well, then you can come back home with me and I'll make you some breakfast. In fact,” she said, gesturing to me and my mum, “you two are welcome to come back as well, if you like. We can all chat over some tea, or something.”

 

“I'd love to.”

 

“Yeah, thanks,” I said.

 

“Well, then what are we still doing here? Let's go!” Chris exclaimed, grabbing my arm and running out towards the street. In case it wasn't made clear earlier, we live in a relatively small town, so everyone walks everywhere. Or in Chris' case, runs.

 

We were ahead of them the entire way back to Chris', mostly because Chris ran halfway there. I suspect he'd have run the whole way, had I not been there. However, I can't run for shit, so we stopped not long after we reached the road. As we switched to walking, Chris slid his hand down my arm and intertwined his fingers with mine. Everything was right again.

 

 

You Don't Know How Lovely You Are

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

One month later.

 

 

My alarm buzzed dully while my head ached from a hangover earned the previous night. “Why, why, why did Elle decide to throw my going-away-party the day before my 8AM flight out of town?” I thought as I threw my covers off of myself. I stood up and began to take off my clothes as I traveled from tiny bedroom, to tiny bathroom, into tiny shower.

 

“Today’s the day,” I thought. I couldn’t help the smile creeping onto my face as I turned on the water. “Today’s the day you start as an assistant to Coldplay. No rhyming intended.” I let the warm water splash onto my back as I replayed the last few weeks in my mind. I’d received a call from one of Coldplay’s other assistants, Vikki, who told me all about the job and the traveling. She seemed happy that another person was being added to the workforce.

 

“I can’t wait to meet you at the airport, I’m sure you’ll get used to everything right away!” she had said as she ended the call. I could practically hear the smile in her voice. I only hoped she was right. I was scared, but also overwhelmingly excited. Me, traveling with Coldplay!

 

I stepped out from the shower, feeling better than ever, despite the slight headache. As I packed up the last few things left in my flat, I found myself humming “The Scientist” under my breath. Today was going to be a great day.

 

 

-Two hours later-

 

 

Heaving two huge suitcases along with me, I stepped from a black taxi in front of the Heathrow airport, breathing in the wonderfully smog-filled air. “I might even miss this place,” I thought with a sigh, as another taxi nearly ran me over. “But not too much.”

 

My arms felt like they were about to snap off with the weight of my luggage, but I walked happily through the sliding glass doors, and into the airport. Everyone inside was moving, trying to find their destination. I looked around, craning my neck to see some sign of the Coldplay party. After about a minute, I heard my name being called over the sea of voices.

 

“Violet! Violet! Hey, you made it! I’m Vikki.” When she arrived in front of me, she stuck out a hand and I shook it in mine.

 

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a grin on my face, “You can just call me V.”

 

“Alright then, V. The rest of the party’s already getting onto the plane. You know, to avoid a big hubbub in the airport over the band. So let’s get moving!”

 

She hefted one my bags over her shoulder, and we began to walk, weaving in and out of vacationers and London commuters. Soon I was following her out of a heavy door, directly onto the tarmac. As we strode across the black ground, my heart seemed to be beating at an unhealthy rate. I was in the middle of trying to calm down, when I saw it. A massive plane sitting on a runway, with one word painted onto the side: VIVA.

 

Vikki glanced back at me and matched the goofy grin on my face. “Cool, huh?”

 

“Yeahh,” I breathed.

 

I gave my luggage to some airport workers, who raised their eyebrows when they felt the bags’ weight. But I didn’t have time to be embarrassed, as I was being ushered up the stairs and onto the gigantic plane. I nearly squealed when I was finally inside. Little black and red VIVA’s were everywhere, on the bathroom doors and on the headrests... it was amazing. I looked around some more and saw a pale man with thick-rimmed glasses. "Miller," I thought. This is so weird.

 

“Hey, so this can be your seat, alright?” I saw Vikki gesture to a row to the right of me. I beamed at her and sat down in the aisle seat. All my conversations were slowly being reduced to grinning, but I didn’t really care. I looked around, trying to take in every sight, smell and sound. Someone was typing on a computer with huge headphones stuck to their head. Another was jogging down the aisle, talking to someone ahead of them. Another was munching on a giant granola bar. Two men in matching black roadie t-shirts stood talking near the bathroom. Someone was tapping me on the shoulder.

 

“Hey, is that seat taken?” I heard a voice say.

 

“Oh, no, no problem, I’ll just mov-” My heart jumped into my throat.

 

Staring down at me were the two very blue, very familiar eyes of Chris Martin.

 

 

thanks to marisa for corrections(:

In My Place

Part 6

 

 

 

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Just as I was about to get back into my daze, I felt a vibration and heard that annoying ring in my pocket again. “Does he ever stop?” I knew who it was but I checked to see who was calling anyway. Chris. I was right. I decided to answer. I don’t know why but I felt bad. Maybe he had something important to say?

 

It was silent. “…hello?”

 

“Rachel!....” He sounded relieved that I answered. Was he crying? His voice was shaky.

 

I wonder how long it has been since anyone talked.

 

“Listen. I-“ I interrupted him very abruptly.

 

“Chris I just need some time to myself to think okay? I don’t even know why I answered, but I did. So do myself and yourself a favor and leave me alone. I want to be alone.” Was I being a bitch? That was kind of harsh. Oh well, he needs to know how hurt I am.

 

“Okay, I understand. Goodbye Rach-“ The phone closed. I wouldn’t let him answer. He got his call in. I was not going to speak to him anymore.

 

Back to my thoughts…

 

***

 

I made it to the park at six forty five. I had thought that I planned it so I would get there exactly at seven, but that didn’t quite work out. Why was I in such a rush? Nerves I guessed. Great, now I would look like a dork standing here way too early. I decided to take a seat on the bench to avoid any freak heel related accident. I would probably look less nervous, like I did this all the time, sitting down.

 

He showed up exactly at seven. Great. He did do this all the time. Look how not nervous he was. He came over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. He had a single rose in his hand that was pushed in my direction. “For you, pretty lady.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back. He looked so handsome and cute in his tux.

 

For the next five minutes we just sat there looking at the lake in silence. The sun was setting and it was a magnificent view. Damn, where was my camera? His hand was resting on the top of mine. We weren’t exactly holding hands, but it was nice. Suddenly he got up, kissed the top of my hand. And helped me to my feet.

 

He did that thing you see in the movies where the guy holds you out a little bit, looks you up and down, and does that wolf whistle. But then he laughed, kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Dinner awaits, by the way you look beautiful.” He took my hand and we headed towards the restaurant.

 

I had pictured my first date to be this cute and perfect, but something didn’t feel right. I mean I didn’t even know his name and he didn’t even know mine. I had to ask before it was too late. Maybe it was now, but it needed to be brought up. I dropped his hand, looked down, and shook my head. “I can’t do this, I am sorry.” I started to turn to walk away, but he grabbed my waist.

 

“Don’t go,” he looked honestly hurt. “I had this night planned so perfectly for you.”

 

“How could it be planned perfectly for me if you don’t even know me? I mean, come on you don’t even know my name.” I wonder how upset I really sounded. He chuckled. Great now I’m not even saying the right things. I am making a fool of myself. Make a run for it Rachel while you can. He turned around got serious and then stuck out his hand.

 

“Hello, I am the boy you ran into the other day while I was running in the park. I couldn’t help but notice you fell for me. Ha-ha. My name is Justin. And I think you are beautiful. What is your name?” he had the cheesiest smile on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically and blush.

 

He caught that and smiled. He knew what he had said worked. A look of relief swept across his face.

 

“I believe you have this all wrong, Justin.” I thought his name was cute. “But you are the one who fell for me not the other way around, sorry.” I laughed took his hand with both of mine, and kissed it. “I’m Rachel.”

 

“A beautiful name to go with a beautiful face.” He had that cheesy smile again. “Well Rachel you look stunning. But we need to be going now; we don’t want our reservations to go to waste”. He winked at me and took my waste again. Things felt more relaxed now. We laughed the whole way there. He was so funny. Maybe this would be a special night after all. I pushed the picture of Chris in my mind to the back of my head. I would not be upset tonight.

 

Things were turning out to be too good.

 

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Just as I was about to start my story again, there was a knock at the door. We all got up at the same time and headed to answer it. It was midnight, who could possible want to bother us at this hour?

 

There was laughing on the other side. I thought I heard Jonny hold his breath, but I could have been wrong. He only did that when he anticipated trouble.

 

Guy was the first to get to the door and open it. There stood Will and his new date (what’s her name?). I couldn’t remember. Oh well, fuck it. What did they want?

 

“Hey guys, why aren’t you down at the bar? Looks like some of your friends are there.” I knew he was talking about my friends; I looked down at the floor. It wasn’t his fault; he had been out all night. So I lifted my head and just stared at the wall behind him. Jonny stepped forward.

 

“How about we go with you Will, grab a few drinks and let Chris relax. He is having a very stressful day. We can catch up with him in a little bit and we can all hang out together. Or something like that. Sound good?” Jonny gave me a look to see if I was okay with that plan. Hell I was okay with anything at this point.

 

Without waiting for an answer, Jonny pushed Guy towards the door and looked back at me. I tried to smile but I knew it looked forced. He would probably feel bad, but I couldn’t help it. Maybe a hot shower would make me feel better.

 

They made their way to the elevator, leaving me standing in the doorway. Again I managed to end up being alone tonight.

 

 

I've been lurking on the fanfiction threads(the old and new) for a while now and I've been amazed at how many wonderfully written fanfics there are. They've given me a bit of inspiration. So I thought I'd have a go at writing a short fanfic myself. It'll probably only be about 3 chapters long, maybe 4.

 

Synapsis: The plot of this is basically centered on the forming of the band, specifically the addition of Guy. It's based off the official account. It's basically a comedy, and I give it a PG rating due to mentions of alcohol. But otherwise, it's pretty pure-no swearing and certainly no pervyness(there's no way I could ever write in any with a straight face!). But I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

 

Square One: Chapter 1

 

Chris entered the old, beaten-down bar with Jonny and instantly the sounds and smells of happy hour hit him.

"Nice place, eh Jonny-boy?".

"Yeah, my kind of hang-out" answered Jon mockingly.

 

But truthfully, both of them were fairly excited by the atmosphere of the place. They were finally in college, after all! At their age, any place where they could finally gain the independence they had long sought after as teens was generally wonderful.

 

"I'll get us a table and you can order the drinks" said Jonny, gesturing towards a table towards the back.

"You're not going to make ME pay are you!?" said Chris with mock horror.

"Maybe, maybe not...." Jonny said with a smirk.

"Jon, you'e going to run me dry!."

But Chris soon regretted saying it, even if he knew they were only both fooling around. His face turned serious.

"Well I guess it's the least I can do, since I did drag you here after all."

 

He turned and headed towards the bartender, and Jonny slowly maneuvered his through all the people to the back of the bar. No sooner did he sit down than did he see Chris's once again cheery face next to his, holding two beers. He sat down, and they chatted about their classes and their dorm until eventually the conversation turned towards their "band".

 

"Chris, you know we're going to have to find a couple guys to jam with us. We can't be a two man band forever if we really want this music thing to take off."

 

"Yeah I know, but it's gotta be the right person. They've gotta have just the right face, the right attitude, a sunny disposition, great hair....."

They both laughed at that.

 

"Hmmmmm...." sighed Jon, scoping out the joint.

"How are we going to find someone? Just put up posters?"

"Hey that could work!" Chris answered, laughing.

"I can picture it now:Wanted!: band members. Must be tall, handsome, with great hair."

"And their musical abilities...?" questioned Jonny, grinning.

"Oh yeah! 'And if you can play an instrument, that'd be swell'."

 

They had another good laugh at that, until Chris started getting characteristically ansty and stood up to grab another round of drinks. Just after he left, Jonny noticed a dark figure who had been standing previously unnoticed against the back wall walk swiftly towards the counter. Well as swift as a very drunk guy could walk, which Jonny was fairly certain he was.

 

Chris had reached the counter and was having a friendly chat with the bartender while waiting for the drinks when the shadowy man finally staggered up behind him(quite silently, for a someone as drunk as he was) and put a hand on Chris's shoulder..................

If Only You Knew

PART SIX

 

 

 

 

"What you got there? The bloody phone book?" Anna exclaimed, walking towards Jonny, keeping her eyes fixated on Jonny's green eyes before quickly everting her eyes to the sight of the phone book. "Spain, eh? Is this where we are going on our Honeymoon?"

"Uhh, yes, it was meant to be a surprise, I'm booking it now!" Jonny said, smiling. Anna turned back to Jonny.

"Well arn't you nice?" Anna grinned, fluttering her eyebrows as she turned round, back towards her guests. "So we are leaving tonight then! Great!"

 

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"So I said, why don't you come over here and pick on somebody your own size!" Jonny said, laughing loudly as he talked to Anna's friends. The phone began to ring in the kitchen. "I'll get it!" Anna said, slowly getting out of her seat and approaching the kitchen.

 

"Hello? Who am I? I'm Anna! I'm Jonny's wife, and you are? Chris Martin, yes, your the one who Jonny's always going on about and playing your stuff, I can't stand your high-pitched so-callled singing! If your bothered, go cry to Jonny! Not me, now get lost!" Anna shouted down the phone, angrily slamming it down. She took a deep breath and walked towards the wine cabinet and reached for two bottles and one glass. She threw the glass in the bin and began to drink from the bottle, finishing it as she throwed that in the bin.

 

Anna's glance moved towards the phone book which was still open at the Holidays page, she began to flick through pages looking for the word 'Mobile Phone', found an ad and began to ring. "Hey, could I buy a red phone please. What kind? I don't care, just a red phone, yeah I've got the credit card here under the name Jonny Buckland!"

 

 

 

If Only You Knew

PART SEVEN

 

 

 

 

Jonny began walking down his stairs, carrying all his suitcases."You ready then, darling?" Jonny asked, shouting down at his wife.

"Ready, for what?" Anna asked, skipping to the bottom of the stairs to meet with her new husband.

"For our honeymoon, Spain!" Jonny replied, as he put his suitcases down.

"Oh I meant to say, I'm staying with a girlfriend tonight!" Anna replied, munching on a biscuit and humming a song.

"What? I've spent over £1000 on this, you can't back out now! You wanted to go!" Jonny exclaimed, slamming his hand on the bannister.

Anna began to scream.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jonny demanded, his wife still screaming.

"Get away from me, Jonny, stop it! Don't hurt me!" She screamed, grabbing some plates and smashing them against the floor. "Let me go!" she continued, grabbing her coat and running towards the front door. "I'll be back in a couple of days, and theres a present for you coming in the post!" Anna said quietly, blowing a kiss to Jonny and knocking over another vase as she walked out of the front door.

 

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30 Minutes Later

 

Jonny was sat on the sofa, watching television when the doorbell rang, Jonny got up slowly and approached the door, opened it and was met with a policeman.

"Excuse me sir, we have been called to a domestic disturbance at this address!" the policeman said, eying Jonny up and down. "Is anyone else in?"

Jonny sighed, getting angry. "No, there is no one else in!"

"Well, we have reports that a women was screaming and shouting and smashing could be heard!" The policeman said, staring at the smashed vase by his feet. "Do you mind if I come in, Sir?"

 

 

 

The Wedding

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

Guy was shaking Fab.

"Hey," he said, "I'm going to get the kids. You better get up. It's getting late."

He turned over and yawned.

"Okay," he said.

Guy kissed him on the cheek and left.

Fab took a deep breath and wished he didn't feel so tired.

"There is a reason only young people should stay out late," he thought.

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The entire room spun with him.

"Whoa," he said.

 

When Guy came back with Catherine and Matthew, all the guys were awake, showered and dressed.

"Where's Fab?" Guy asked, handing Matthew to Jonny.

"Still asleep I guess,"Will said.

Guy found him sitting on the floor in the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feeling his forehead.

"I don't know," he said, "I felt kind of dizzy and now I just don't feel good at all."

"Oh God," Guy said.

"It's probably just because we stayed out late."

"No it isn't. And you know it. The doctor said you could have a relapse at any time."

"I'm sure it's not that."

Guy looked at him.

"Okay," Fab said, "I'm not sure. I'm scared."

"Let's get you dressed and to the hospital,"Guy said.

"Not today," Fab said, "Can't it wait? Today we are getting married."

"Don't think about that now," Guy said.

 

"Guy, what's wrong?" Chris asked.

Everyone looked at Guy.

He didn't want to say anything with Catherine in the room.

"Catherine, why don't you take Matthew into your room and play," he said.

"Oh daddy, can't we stay here? We are having so much fun with Nick and Jonny."

Guy raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh alright," she said, taking Matthew by the hand.

When she was out of earshot, Guy told the others.

"We need to get him back to the hospital."

 

 

If Only You Knew

PART EIGHT

 

 

 

 

Jonny woke to the sound of the doorbell of his marital home, ringing. As Jonny's eyes opened, he jumped out of bed, whipping on a shirt and jeans and ran downstairs to the door where he was greeted by a small, balding man.

"Parcel for Mr Buckland" the man said, producing the parcal. "Please sign" he continued, producing his little machine where Jonny had to sign. Jonny smiled and gave the man a little nod as he signed his name. "Thank you, Sir"

 

Jonny was in shock of the fact that his wife had actually bought him something. Jonny ripped open the parcel to find a mobile phone. As Jonny tossed the glossy, red phone around his hand he noticed that it was engraved with the words "To Jonny. I'm ever finding something that you are scared of. Maybe this is it? Anna." Jonny stared at the words for a moment, puzzled but then again eager to get his hands on the new touch phone technology of his new gadget.

 

Jonny wasn't much of a gadget freak not like Guy but he was very excited to make his first call. Jonny switched the phone on, waiting a few seconds and began to write a text;

 

Chris! Hw u doin?

It's Jonny, I gt a new phone!,

Anna bort it for me! Text bak!

 

Jonny sat back, shaking his head at the many grammatical errors he made but trying to get in to all the text talk like Chris and Guy were.

 

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The Next Day

 

Jonny was ironing as the door burst open to his wife crying. "Jonny, oh Jonny! I've had all my money stolen!"

"Anna! Are you okay?" Jonny asked, putting his iron down and running to his wife.

"Yes, I think I will be alright, I mean if I can borrow some money of you for a bit until I get some more!" Anna said, hiding a grin.

"Of course, and thank you for this new phone!" Jonny said, grinning as he hugged his wife.

"Oh, yeah, do you like it?" Anna asked, her tears now gone.

"I love it but something I don't love is what you did to me before you left, the police came round!" Jonny exclaimed.

"You dare raise your voice to me!" Anna said, her eyes staring into Jonny's and her voice getting louder. "I did nothing!"

"Look, Anna, I'm sorry, I know it was a joke, wasn't it?" Jonny said, trying to calm his wife down.

"Yes it was! Can't you take a joke?" Anna said, raising her eyebrows. "Now, I want an early night!"

"Anna, darling, it's two in the afternoon!" Jonny chuckled.

"Bed! Now!" Anna demanded, turning round and walking up the stairs. "You coming, or what?"

 

 

 

The Wedding

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

"The news isn't bad," the doctor said, walking into the exam room and looking at sheets of paper.

"No?" Fab said.

"Your white cell count is still down. So the remission is still holding. However, your red cell count is very low. That accounts for your tiredness and dizziness."

"What is causing that?" Guy asked.

"We aren't sure," the doctor said, "It isn't unusual to see this. We will start by giving you a blood transfusion and then go from there."

"And if that doesn't work?" Fab asked.

"If that doesn't work we will start thinking about the possibility of a bone marrow transplant, but that is nothing we need to start thinking about yet."

"Okay," Fab said.

"You stay right here and I will go see about getting a room ready for you," the doctor told him.

"No, I can't do it today," Fab said.

"You have to do it today. I would not be very responsible if I let you leave this hospital," the doctor said.

"Okay, then if we do the transfusion can I go home?"

"In a few days," the doctor said,"We have to make sure there is no transfusion reaction."

"But I have something very important to do today," Fab said.

"Don't worry about that," Guy told him, rubbing his neck.

"I'm sorry, but you will have to postpone or cancel whatever your plans were," the doctor said.

"Don't look so sad," Guy told him,"I can't stand it."

Fab gave him a weak little smile.

"I'm sorry to screw up our big day," he said.

"I don't care about that right now," Guy said, "I just want you to get better."

The door opened and a nurse came in with a wheelchair.

"Ready to go?' she asked.

"Yeah," Fab said.

Guy noticed that he didn't even protest riding in the wheelchair like he usually did.

 

The guys except for Jonny and Will were waiting in the outer lobby.

Jonny and Will were with Catherine and Matthew.

"Well?" Julian asked.

"He has to stay," Guy told them, "He needs a blood transfusion."

"The leukemia......it's back?" Albert asked.

"No, he just needs some blood."

"That's good, right?" Chris asked.

"I think so," Guy said.

"I would really appreciate it if you guys could go back to the house and take care of canceling things," Guy told them.

"Sure," Nick said, "We'll do that."

"Thanks," Guy said, "I'm going to his room now."

 

 

I am posting the rest of this story.

You guys can read it at your leisure over the weekend.

I might not be around and I didn't want to forget where I was.

 

 

The Wedding

 

Chapter 7

 

 

"Hey look, it's raining," Guy said, as he looked out the window of Fab's hospital room.

"Yeah, raining in England, who would have thought that?"

Guy turned and looked at him.

"I see your sense of humor is in fine shape. I meant, just think how Chris wanted to do all those

ridiculous things like the hot-air balloon and it would have rained. He would have had kittens," Guy said.

"Yeah, that's true," Fab said.

Three nurses and the doctor came into the room with different kinds of IV's and machines.

They kicked Guy out while they went about the business of getting the transfusion started.

He wandered down the hallway and out to the little covered porch to smoke.

There was a man pacing back and forth.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Guy said, lighting the cigarette.

"Can I have one of those?" the man asked.

"Sure," Guy said, shaking another one from the pack.

The man took it.

"You don't smoke, do you?" Guy asked.

The man laughed.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah," Guy said.

"Sorry," the man said, "I am just very nervous."

"Why?" Guy asked.

"My wife....she's having a baby..no..she's having twins."

"That's great," Guy said, smiling.

"I don't know what to do," the man said, "She just keeps yelling at me."

Guy burst out laughing.

"Just hold her hand and tell her you love her," he said.

"I tried that," the man said, "She threw ice chips at me."

Guy laughed again.

"Trust me, neither one of you will remember this tomorrow. All you'll be thinking is how great those babies are."

"You got kids?" the man asked.

"Yeah," Guy said, "A boy and a girl."

"You're lucky," the man said.

Guy said, "I used to think so. Now I'm not so sure."

"Why? Someone sick?" the man asked.

"Yeah..." Guy said, "Leukemia...but it's in remission."

The man winced.

"That's terrible," he said.

"We were supposed to get married today," Guy said quietly, "But instead we are here."

"So...do it anyway," the man said.

Guy looked at him with confusion on his face.

"Do it anyway. It isn't important where you do it, is it?" the man asked, "Just as long as you do it."

"I never thought of that," Guy said.

The man looked around.

"Rain's stopped," he said,"I better get back to my wife."

"Congratulations," Guy told him.

"To you too," the man said.

 

 

The Wedding

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

The room was dark and Fab was sleeping when Guy went back to his room.

Guy sat in the chair beside the bed.

He wanted to hold Fab's hand, but both arms had IV's in them.

He knew he would feel better if he could just touch Fab, but he didn't.

Guy just looked at him for a long time.

The smooth dark skin on his face...

The black shiny hair that was finally getting some curl back....

The long slender neck...

The strong straight nose...

The perfectly shaped lips...

Fab moved a little and turned his head toward Guy.

He smiled a tired little smile.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," Guy said, leaning forward and carefully kissing him on the forehead.

"You're awfully warm," Guy said.

"Really? I feel kind of cold," he said.

"I'll get you another blanket," Guy said, getting up and going to the closet where other blankets and

pillows were always kept.

"Guy?"

"Yes?" He was unfolding the blanket.

"I don't feel so good. It's kind of hard to breathe," Fab said.

Guy reached over and hit the nurse call button.

Fab took a few really deep breaths.

The nurse came in.

"He's not breathing very good and he's warm," Guy told her.

She reached over and hit the emergency button.

"You should leave," she said to Guy.

Several other nurses and the doctor came hurrying into the room.

"Stop the blood," the doctor said.

Another nurse was giving Fab an injection.

He was now lying very still.

"Please wait outside," the doctor told him.

 

 

 

The Wedding

 

Chapter 9 & 10

 

 

 

"Transfusion reaction," the doctor was saying to both of them.

Fab was sitting up in bed now and appeared to be fine.

"So what does that mean?" he asked.

"It means your body had a reaction to the new blood. It really isn't uncommon at all."

"But what now, if I can't get new blood?" Fab asked.

"We are investigating the options now," the doctor said.

"Can I go home?" he asked.

"No, not yet. We still need to keep an eye on you. Maybe tomorrow, but you have to stay in bed. You are very weak."

"I don't think I would argue with that," Fab said.

 

"Do you need anything else?" Guy asked.

"No," Fab said, shaking his head, "I am just glad the doctor let me come home."

"You know what he said," Guy told him.

"Don't worry, I don't feel like doing anything,"Fab told him.

"Okay," Guy said.

"Will you let Catherine come in?" Fab asked.

"Yeah," Guy said.

He opened the bedroom door and called Catherine.

She peeked around the corner.

"Come here," Fab said, patting the bed.

She looked up at Guy.

"It's okay," he told her.

She walked slowly over to the bed and climbed up next to Fab.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm a little sick," he told her, "Like you were when you had the flu."

She made a face.

"I didn't like that," she said.

"I don't like it much either," he told her.

"Can I stay in here with you for awhile?' she asked.

"You can stay until Matthew wakes up from his nap," Guy told her.

"Okay," she said, curling up on the bed beside Fab.

"I'm glad you are home," she told him, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said, smoothing down her wild dark curls.

"Will you have to go to the hospital again?" she asked.

"I don't know," he told her, "I hope not."

 

Chapter 10

 

"Goodnight,luv," Guy said, kissing Fab.

"Where are you going?" Fab asked, looking concerned.

"I thought I would sleep in the other room," Guy said.

"Why?" Fab asked.

"I didn't want to disturb you," Guy answered.

"But I want you to sleep in here, with me, like always," Fab said.

"Are you sure?" Guy asked.

"Well, unless you don't want to or something like that."

"No, no," Guy said, walking over to the bed, "It's nothing like that. I always want to be close to you."

Guy turned off the lamp on the bedside table, undressed and lay down beside Fab.

"I'm really scared," Fab said.

"You aren't going to die," Guy said, matter-of-factly, "I won't allow it."

"That's not what I am scared of," Fab said, "I'm scared of always being like this. Always being weak

and a burden. Not being able to play with Catherine and Matthew...not being able to make love to you."

"You could never be a burden. I love taking care of you. That's what being together is about. You know good times and

bad and all the ordinary ones in between, sickness and health and all that other stuff."

"That's almost like wedding vows," Fab said.

"Yeah," Guy said, "I guess it is. It isn't the big expensive event that makes a wedding. What makes a wedding is when you decide those things for

yourself in your heart."

"I will love you, honor you and cherish you forever," Fab said.

"I'm not obeying you," Guy said, "But I promise to love only you as long as we both shall live. And we will live a long time. Both of us."

"I believe you," Fab said.

Guy kissed him softly.

"And now," he said, "Now we eat cake."

"Do we have some left?" Fab asked.

"I think Chris and Catherine managed to leave a slice or two," Guy said,"I'll go get us some."

"Would you bring me a sandwich too?" Fab asked.

Guy was about to walk out the bedroom door.

He stopped and looked at Fab.

"You're hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," Fab answered.

"You are getting better," Guy whispered.

"I guess so," Fab said, smiling.

 

The End

 

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 11

 

 

 

 

“Hey, man, thanks for doing this,” I told Will as he hefted Nico onto his shoulders. I followed her with my gaze, smiling and waving as she giggled at me.

 

“No problem; Ava adores Nico,” Will laughed. “She probably lovers her more than she loves me.”

 

“Yeah, well...okay,” I said, unsure of what the proper response was.

 

“So, are you just going to be around here?” he asked, gesturing to the large area by the willow tree. I nodded, collapsing onto the warm, dry grass.

 

“Oh yeah, mate. Forever,” I added, lying on my back.

 

“I didn’t drive us all the way out here so you could sleep...”

 

“Will, you said you would watch the kids and give me time to relax, didn’t you? I intend to relax, Will,” I murmured, closing my eyes. The warm breeze brushing my skin seemed to be coaxing me into unconsciousness. “Besides, the drive wasn’t long at all.”

 

“Alright, fine. I’ll be at the playground with the kids,”

 

“Daddy, Rex pulled my hair!” screamed Ava.

 

“Jesus...Rex! Come ‘ere!”

 

“NO!” screeched the younger child, crawling off across the grass. I smiled and watched as Will carried Nico off to the others. She looked so bright and happy; I didn’t want to screw it all up with my lack of enthusiasm. I dropped my head back and took a deep breath.

 

Sometime later, I decided to pick myself up and look around for Will. It was cooler than it had been earlier, and I shivered a bit. “Hey,” said a voice right behind me. It was so familiar, and made me feel queasy with nervousness. I turned around to come face to face with the little brunette who’d been my last date two and a half months ago. “Oh. I, uh..hey.”

 

“Hey, handsome,” she purred, running a finger along my collarbone. I felt sick, and I wished she would leave me alone.

 

“Please, stop...” I muttered, pushing her hand away. “Laurel, I’m sorry, but...”

 

“Laurel?” snarled a new voice. “Who’s Laurel? It’s only me, love.”

 

“NO!” I cried, trying to scramble away from Eddie’s advancing form. “Shit!” He pinned me down, forcing my arms to my side. I screamed, at least before he forced his tongue into my mouth. And then he started to shake me. “NO! No, please!” I managed to cry out.

 

“Guy!”

 

“Please...” I gasped, pushing against his chest.

 

“Wake up!” he begged, pulling my hands away. Suddenly, reality crashed down on me and my eyes snapped open. “It’s okay,” gasped Will, sounding relieved. “You’re okay.”

 

The first thing I felt was warmth: the sun shining across the front of my body. I was lying on the grass, the back of my head resting against Will’s leg. He was holding me by the wrists, staring nervously into my face. His breathing sounded heavy, but maybe it was my own I was listening to. I stared past him, up at the cloudless sky, and tried to clear my head. It was only a dream. I looked back at Will, inhaling slowly. “What happened?”

 

“Are...Are you okay?” he whispered. I nodded and tried to move, but he wouldn’t release his hold.

 

“I...I don't really...”

 

“You scared the shit out of me,” Will breathed. He let me go and sat back, massaging his forehead.

 

“Daddy?” Oh my god, tell me she didn’t see... “I’m scared.”

 

“Honey, baby...it’s okay,” I assured, pulling my daughter into my arms. She rested her small head against my chest, playing with the fabric of my shirt.

 

“Your heart goes fast,” she squeaked, placing a hand over her own heart. “Mine is slow.” I grimaced and looked down at a ladybug crawling across a blade of grass.

 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” asked Will, gingerly rubbing my back. “I don’t know what the fu...heck you were dreaming about, but...”

 

“I’ll be fine,” I insisted, resisting the urge to shrug off his arm. “Everything’s fine.”

 

 

 

I just started this one.

It will be short.

In honor of the meteor showers this week.

 

Wishing on a Star

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

"We are going to be late," Chris whined.

"We can't be late," Jonny told him, "It lasts all night."

"You can't be sure," Chris said.

"That's what the news said," Jonny told him.

"I don't trust the news, "Chris said, "Those people always have an agenda."

"Well, maybe you could help me carry some of this stuff then," Jonny said, pointing toward the different bags on the table.

"Oh okay," Chris said, picking up the smallest bag.

Jonny laughed and shook his head.

"What is all this stuff?" Jonny asked.

"Just a little bit of this and a little bit of that. You know, stuff we must have for a night of star-gazing."

Jonny looked in one bag.

"Chocolate?" he asked.

Chris grabbed the bag from Jonny.

"It's for making smores," he said, innocently.

"Don't you need to have heat to melt the chocolate?" Jonny asked.

"Of course," Chris said, sarcastically, taking a piece of chocolate and popping in into his mouth.

"We are going to build a campfire."

"Oh no...." Jonny backed away, "Not me....not a campfire...last time we almost had another London fire."

Chris crossed his arms and looked at Jonny.

"Please...." he said.

Jonny hated it when Chris looked at him like that. It made his entire body shake from the inside out.

"Fine," Jonny said.

"You are a good friend," Chris said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Cut that shit out," Jonny said, wiping his face.

Chris laughed.

Jonny hated it when Chris kissed him on the cheek or on the ear as he was prone to do.

It just reinforced the knowledge that Chris thought of him as a friend.

"Just a friend," he thought as he picked up the selection of bags and blankets.

"Only someone who was hopelessly in love would carry this much shit," Jonny thought.

 

 

Wishing on a star

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

 

"This looks like a good spot," Chris said, after wandering around for twenty minutes while Jonny stood holding all the bags.

"Are you sure?" Jonny asked.

Chris nodded.

"It was nice of your cousin to let us use his property for this," Chris said.

Jonny set the bags down and groaned.

He stretched his arms over his head and moved his back around.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

Jonny looked at him.

"Is he really that unaware?" Jonny wondered.

Then he decided that he probably was.

"My back hurts from carrying that stuff," Jonny said.

"Let me rub it for you," Chris said, reaching around behind Jonny.

Jonny felt Chris' strong fingers rubbing his muscles through his shirt.

"That's enough," he said, pushing Chris away, "I'm fine."

Chris looked at him strangely.

"Okay," he said, "Whatever."

He knelt down and started rummaging through the bags.

He pulled out a large blanket and spread it on the ground.

"Sit," he told Jonny, "I'll arrange the rest of this stuff."

Jonny didn't sit.

He laid down full out on the blanket.

The hard ground underneath the blanket made his back feel better.

"God, look at the sky," he told Chris.

They both looked up.

They were in the middle of a pasture far from any outside, interfering lights.

The sky and all their surroundings were pitch black.

The stars were luminescent sparkling silver dots.

"Just like the planetarium," Chris said.

Jonny burst out laughing.

"What?" Chris asked.

"This is the real thing," Jonny said.

Chris looked back at the sky.

"Amazing," he said.

Jonny looked at Chris.

"I agree," he said.

 

 

 

Scandalous

Part 14

 

 

Chris' POV

 

It was amazing how quickly things changed. My dad came home that day, flipped out when he saw me and Jonny sitting in the living room, then had a pleasant talk with my mum and changed his mind. I suspect that other certain things also happened, things which I will not go into detail about because they're my parents and I don't want to think about it. He's OK with us now, though, so it's all good.

 

With the parents out of the way, the only thing left to worry about was our classmates- a battle that had never actually crossed our minds. Amazingly enough, the battle didn't last long. About five, ten minutes, I think.

 

It was in homeroom, where everything seems to happen. I was writing a song, inspired by my experience, when the uglies took their seats. As always, Joe tried to start something with me.

 

“Whatcha doing, Chrissy?” he asked.

 

“Writing a song.”

 

“A song for your boyfriend? Bucky, right?”

 

“Yeah,” I replied. I wasn't looking at him, but I could sense his expression drastically changing.

 

“Wait... wait, you didn't tell me to piss off. You and Bucky, seriously?!?!”

 

“You don't believe me? I can kiss him, if you like. For, you know, proof... or just if you're into that. Although I don't know that I'd want to do that just so you can, like, get off or whatever.” He just kept staring at me, so I took it as a 'yes'. “Jonny!”

 

“Yea-” he started, turning towards me. He didn't get to finish, because I'd already taken the liberty of shoving my tongue in his mouth. We must have gotten a bit carried away, though, 'cause after a bit I heard the teacher clear her throat rather loudly. “Okay, then.”

 

“Joe said something about 'your boyfriend', so I said yeah, and they didn't believe me,” I said, pointing to the uglies next to me. A quick look around the room showed that quite a few people were staring at us. I thought the polite thing to do would be to greet them. “Oh, hey everyone.”

 

“Oh, well that makes sense. We're gonna need a couple name, aren't we?”

 

“That we are. Chrissy and Bucky... Chrucky? Bissy?”

 

“That sounds absolutely horrid.”

 

“Well, that's all I've got. What about you guys?” I asked, turning back to Paul and Joe. They were still absolutely silent.

 

“What about Bucksy?” Jonny suggested.

 

“You know what, couple names suck, anyway.” They left us alone after that. I think it's because they feel the insults aren't as great if they're true.

 

So, after all that had happened, what really was left to do except write about it? And write we did, which you could probably tell if you're reading this. For days and days we've sat, in the dim light my bedroom provides, just writing. Well, I mean, not all the time. We took breaks to eat and sleep and everything, plus Jonny had to go back home every now and then.

 

Last day of school. Last day of eleventh grade, to be precise. I am seventeen years old, six foot one (and still not finished, apparently), and I am still petrified of getting older and becoming an adult, but I've got Jonny now. I think we'll do just fine.

 

Of course, it's actually not the last day anymore, because it took us a bit to write this story. But I think you get my point.

 

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OK, so I had to put this in a bit later, 'cause I know Jonny would kill me if he knew I wrote this. It's a joke, sure, but he said it would be too inappropriate to write a joke in such a lovely story. I didn't actually tell him what it was, either. He's not here right now, though, so I'm gonna do it anyway.

 

Right, so I'm actually quite excited for summer to be over, so that when people come up to me and ask, “Oh, Chris, what did you do over the summer?” I can say “JONNY!” Wouldn't that be great? I'll totally say it, too, even though there's a huge possibility that it won't be true. I guess only time will tell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

 

“Christopher!!” Jonny yelled. He and Chris were sitting in Chris' room, Jonny at the desk by the door, and Chris lying on his bed. Jonny was holding a stack of papers in his hand.

 

“What?” Chris asked, looking up at Jonny with a frightened expression.

 

“Did you think I wasn't ever going to read this again?” Chris didn't say anything. Instead, he stared at the papers, then smiled.

 

“Oops!” he chuckled. Jonny breathed a sigh of frustration, and threw the papers on the desk. Then he walked over to the bed and sat down next to Chris. “But come on, you know you love it.”

 

“It's still inappropriate to put in our story.”

 

“But you love it.”

 

“Maybe,” Jonny said.

 

“Would you like for it to be true when I say it? Eh, eh?” Chris asked, playfully elbowing Jonny's arm.

 

“Chris!!”

 

“What? It's a serious question. I need to be prepared.” Jonny merely shot a look at him. “Hey, it could be worse. At least this isn't going into the story.”

 

 

 

 

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Wishing on a Star

 

Chapter 3 & 4

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"You make a nice fire," Jonny told Chris.

"You aren't a very good cook," Chris said, examining his hot dog.

"Hey, it's not my fault," Jonny said, "Those things you eat are all vegetables and soy. You can't make a hot dog like that."

Chris looked over at Jonny's hot dog, covered in mustard, cheese and chili.

He made a disgusted face.

"You are eating who knows what kinds of animals parts," Chris told him.

"Yep," Jonny said,taking a big bite, "And it taste very good."

"I'm making smores now," Chris said.

"Those things should be considered toxic,"Jonny told him, "Nothing but sugar and more sugar."

Chris was concentrating on opening a package of cookies.

Jonny watched him for a moment and then told him ,"Give them to me before you crush them all."

Chris smiled and handed the package to Jonny.

Jonny took one hard yank at the plastic covering and cookies flew everywhere.

Chris fell over sideways laughing.

"Damn," Jonny dropped the plastic.

"I cut my finger on that shit," he said.

Chris stopped laughing and sat up.

"Let me see," he said, grabbing Jonny's finger.

"It's nothing," Jonny said.

"It's bleeding," Chris said.

He licked the little bit of blood off and then stuck Jonny's finger in his mouth.

"This will stop the bleeding," Chris said, "My mother always did this."

Jonny watched him, his pulse getting faster and faster.

"It's fine," Jonny said, jerking his finger away from Chris.

"You're welcome," Chris said, sarcastically.

Just then a large bright meteor flashed across the sky.

Chris drew a sharp breath.

"Jonny...." he started to say.

"Sssh," Jonny said, as they both stared at the sight.

Then they looked at each other.

"Make a wish," Chris told him.

"What?" Jonny asked

"Close your eyes and make a wish on a falling star and it will come true," Chris explained.

Jonny smiled.

He knew exactly what he would wish for.

They both closed their eyes and made silent wishes.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

"It's getting chilly," Chris said, shrugging into his jacket.

Jonny was already lying down and wrapped in his blanket.

"How long are we staying out here?" Jonny asked.

"Until we see them all," Chris said.

Another small meteor went by.

"That's fourteen in two hours," Chris said.

"You are counting them?"Jonny asked.

"Sure," Chris said.

"Are you going to make a list of them when we go home?" Jonny asked.

Chris blushed slightly.

"Maybe," he said.

"The fire is dying down," Jonny told him.

"Yeah," Chris said, "Can I share your blanket?"

"I told you to bring one of your own," Jonny said.

"I know," Chris said, looking down and playing with a blade of grass.

"Alright," Jonny said, "But no fidgeting around. You have to lie still."

"Okay," Chris said, smiling.

He wriggled under the blanket and laid next to Jonny.

"I need a drink," Jonny thought, "Having him this close to me is crazy."

Jonny was surprised that there was no movement or talking from Chris.

He stole a look at him.

Chris was sleeping peacefully.

Jonny shook his head.

"He is so beautiful," he thought, "And here we are sleeping out under the stars. This is like a bad romance movie."

"Chris, wake up...." he nudged him.

Chris opened large sleepy blue eyes.

"It's time to go home," Jonny said.

"Why?" Chris asked.

"Because I am freezing and you are sleeping."

"Okay," Chris said, quietly.

Jonny sat up.

"Wait.." Chris said, pulling on his sleeve.

Jonny turned to look at Chris.

Chris pulled Jonny to him and kissed him gently on the mouth.

"Did you get what you wished for?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Jonny said, "Did you?'

Chris smiled, nodded and kissed him again.

 

The end

 

 

Stuck Here

Part 3

 

 

Jonny was once again alone in the hospital room with Chris. Teresa had just popped in for a visit, but had to leave for work. Jonny had tried talking to Chris in an attempt to bring him out of the coma quicker. He still felt silly, even after doing so a few times, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was actually working.

 

So, he sat beside the bed, staring at Chris. He had a million things to say, but he wasn't sure where to begin. He could try to make small talk again, which was difficult to do in a one-sided conversation, or he could just vent. The idea that Jonny could tell Chris absolutely anything, even more than when they were both conscious, and Chris wouldn't judge him at all was terrificly enticing. He wasn't sure he was ready to say the words aloud yet, though.

 

"Well... here goes nothing."

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"Why does he keep doing that?" Chris asked. He could hear Jonny speaking to him, though he couldn't understand every word.

 

"Because he cares about you, and he wants you to know it."

 

"I do know it."

 

"You know that he cares about you as a friend," she said.

 

"Are you saying that he... he cares about me as more than a friend?"

 

"I'm not saying anything," she replied. "We're both the same, and I don't have any more knowledge than you do."

 

"So he doesn't?"

 

"Again, I don't know that. But you hope that he does." Chris stared off at the lake. He could still hear Jonny's beautiful voice.

 

"Do you think he does?" he asked.

 

"Sometimes," she answered. "That look you give him, when you think he's not looking back, sometimes I see him look at you like that."

 

"So I wasn't just imagining that?" Chris could feel his hope rising.

 

"I don't think so."

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"Hi again, Chris," Jonny said. "I don't know why I need to greet you, it's not as if I've really left this room in the past few days. People must think I'm crazy. Like Teresa. She was here before. Came to visit for a bit."

 

Jonny looked around the room nervously. It was hard for him to share his feelings, even with his best friend. He wanted to tell him everything, but he just couldn't.

 

"She's a really nice girl, Teresa. And she's really got a thing for you... but she told me you were in love with someone else." Jonny felt just as awkward as he always did, but he forced himself to be brave.

 

"I know it sounds a bit silly, but that kinda disappointed me, you know? Because... because I think you and Teresa would make a great couple? Maybe because she knew before I did? You never told me..." Jonny watched as Chris' chest rose and fell with every breath he took. He wondered what kind of girl would be able to win the heart of such a great man. She'd probably have to be beautiful, almost to the point of drop-dead gorgeousness. Not to mention talented, smart, funny...

 

"Ugh, who am I kidding? Teresa was right. I was jealous." Jonny reached over and placed his hand on Chris'. "I want you to love me."

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 12

 

 

 

 

“Male rape is mostly about control.”

 

“Is it?”

 

“This Eddie...he didn’t choose you because he was attracted to you. He picked you out because you constantly defied him. He happened to be mentally ill...and you happened to defy him.”

 

“But...Henry...”

 

“You have to accept that this wasn’t your fault.”

 

“I know it wasn’t.”

 

“Do you? Obviously, you have many feelings that you don’t know how to deal with. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have felt the need to take Ecstasy. You need to work on accepting what happened to you, but also realizing that what he did to you wasn’t at all your fault.

 

“Do things that make you feel better. Spend time with your friends, your family...”

 

The rest of what he’d said was pretty much lost on me. I’d just nodded along with what he said, trying to make sense of all the things he’d told me. When he finally let me go, I hurried out of his office as fast as I could. I pulled my sunglasses from the front of my shirt and put them on, even though the day was slightly overcast. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down at the man who was apparently waiting for me. “What are you doing here?”

 

“I just thought I’d take you out for lunch. If you want,” added Jonny hurriedly.

 

“I’m really not that hungry,” I muttered, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.

 

“I thought we got over that whole ‘not-eating’ thing.”

 

“I eat. I’m just not that hungry now.”

 

“Okay...what about some ice cream?”

 

I raised my eyebrows. “Ice cream?”

 

“Well, you know...ice cream is...good.”

 

“Okay,” I hesitantly agreed. “Are you buying?”

 

“First round’s on me,” he laughed.

 

A half an hour later, I was sipping a strawberry milkshake while Jonny talked about an argument he’d gotten into with Chris. He paused occasionally to take a bite of his cone, and then continued to complain about his best friend. Every time those two got into a fight, they would be affected by it for days. I guessed it was because they rarely fought, so they weren’t used to it. Chris and I bickered and ranted at each other every week, so it didn’t really bother me. “Yeah, well, I’m sorry he’s such a stubborn...”

 

“He’s not!” interjected Jonny.

 

“Then what do you want me to say?” I wondered aloud. “I thought you wanted me to agree with you.”

 

“You know what? Forget Chris. Let’s talk about you.”

 

“I’d rather talk about Chris.”

 

“Will told me what happened at the park.”

 

“Oh, that’s...wonderful. Now everyone knows how fucked up I am. It’s great.”

 

“You’re not fucked up,” said Jonny, lowering his voice.

 

“You’re right...everything below the neck works fine.” I took another sip of my milkshake and savored the feeling of the cool, thick liquid sliding down my throat. God, I loved milkshakes. Jonny finished off his cone in silence and licked his lips.

 

“They say it helps if you talk about what’s on your mind.” I did remember Henry saying something like that, but I just wasn’t ready to gush out everything I was feeling onto my friends. “Um, Will and I were going to play some foosball at the Bakery later and maybe watch a movie or something. Wanna come? Will said he was going to bring some beer...”

 

I smiled and nodded. “That sounds fun. I’ll go. What time were you meeting?”

 

“Eight, I guess. You really wanna go?” He sounded shocked.

 

“Yeah,” I admitted. I felt that spending some time with my friends might help me to take my mind off my misery. I found that watching TV was a good way to forget everything that had happened.

 

If I tried hard enough, I could lose myself in a story. Hell, just the other day, I’d watched Driving Miss Daisy at eleven at night and nearly ended up moved to tears. Things only got really bad when I started dwelling on the past few months...and the future, because I couldn’t see it. I simply couldn’t see myself in the future.

 

“Hey, man...wake up. I was losing you there.”

 

“What? Sorry.” I touched my tongue to the tip of my straw, but then pushed the cup away.

 

Jonny rested his chin on his palm and looked at me for a moment. “May I try that?” he asked, nodding to my milkshake. I shrugged and pushed it towards him, and he popped the cap off and took a sip from the side. “Mm, it’s good.”

 

I nodded. “I love milkshakes.”

 

 

 

 

 

I couldn't find the British term for foosball. :shrug: Is it that or something else?

 

 

 

 

Stuck Here

Part 4

 

 

"Did he just... did he just say what I think he said?" Chris asked, alertly looking up at the sky.

 

"I want you to love me," she said, nodding.

 

"I do." Chris felt a strange sensation when he said the words. It was almost as if he needed to gather up massive amounts of strength to say them. He continued to look up to the sky and shouted, "I love you, Jonny!!"

 

"He can't understand you. But I see you're getting closer to accepting your feelings for him."

 

"I know he can't. And... why does he want me to love him?"

 

"Maybe..."

 

"Maybe he does love me back?" Chris excitedly asked.

 

"It's a scary thought," she said. Their emotions had seemed to switch. Now she was the one with the doubts, not Chris.

 

"It's a wonderful thought!"

 

"Chris, you've never even been that serious with a girl. Your last relationship lasted, what, a week?"

 

"Two months," he bitterly replied, narrowing his eyes.

 

"And it hurt when she dumped you, right? But you didn't even like her all that much."

 

"No, I guess I didn't," he muttered.

 

"But you love Jonny. If he does love you back..."

 

"If??" he asked, beginning to freak out. Just a minute before, she was trying to convince him that loving Jonny was a good thing. He thought he had finally reached that point, and now she was trying to pull him in the opposite direction.

 

"You better not screw this up."

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"What does it mean?" Jonny asked the doctor. They were standing at the end of Chris' bed. Chris was still unconscious, but every now and then he would make a sort of mumbling noise.

 

"It means his condition is improving. He's still comatose, but he might not be far from waking up."

 

Jonny looked over at Chris. He couldn't help thinking that his talking is what brought on the improvement. It felt a little selfish to think so, but he did.

 

"Remember when you said talking might help?"

 

"You've been talking to him, then?"

 

"Yeah," he said, turning back to the doctor. "And I think it does work."

 

"I wouldn't be surprised," the doctor replied as his beeper went off. He checked it and said, "Oh, I'm being paged. There's an emergency, it looks like. I've got to go, but I'll check in later."

 

"OK," Jonny said as he watched the doctor leave. He walked back over to the chair beside the bed, and sat down.

 

Chris' short hair had grown a bit over the few days he'd spent there. His stubble and grown into quite a beard as well. The wires connected to the monitors sneaked under the slight opening of his hospital gown, where they were taped firmly to his chest. There were also two wires that were attached to his temples. With every breath he took, the wires moved in sync with his chest. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open. He was trying to speak, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of incoherent sound. Jonny hated seeing him this way. He wanted so desperately for Chris to return to him, though he knew that Chris would not return to him specifically. He didn't care so much, though, he just wanted his friend back and to know that he was OK.

 

"Chris, please come back. I miss you... and... well, you could probably guess by now, even though you're not awake or anything. But I've tried so hard to show it, so that you'd pick up on it and I wouldn't have to tell you. I guess you haven't, though, or you don't care..."

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"Can I please go back now?" Chris asked.

 

"You're still not ready."

 

"I thought all I had to do was accept my love for Jonny. I did that already!"

 

"Well, obviously something is holding you back," she said.

 

"It's you."

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"You sat here this whole time, trying to tell me that all this was OK, and now you're holding me back by telling me that it won't go so well."

 

"I guess... I guess you're right. It's just that before you were afraid that he wouldn't love you, which you still don't know that he really does, by the way."

 

"Why else would he want me to love him?" he asked.

 

"Exactly. But you never know, right?" she replied.

 

"I hate me sometimes."

 

"Yeah. Anyway, now I'm just afraid that you'll mess it up. Like you always do."

 

"Shh," Chris said, listening intently to his surroundings. Jonny was once again talking, but Chris felt that what he was saying now was more important than anything he'd said before.

 

"...But I'd like to think that you just haven't picked up on the fact that I... well, that I love you. More than anything."

 

"Oh my God..." Chris was shaking with excitement. "Oh my God, he loves me. Let me go back!!" he demanded, turning to her. She shook her head, and repeated what she had said before.

 

"You better not screw this up."

 

 

Yellow

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

Chris and Jonny were sitting in their usual booth at the diner where they always ate breakfast.

Jonny was blowing into his cup of coffee to try and cool it down.

Chris was wolfing down pancakes and watching Jonny.

Jonny looked at Chris over the edge of his cup and smiled.

Chris couldn't see Jonny's smile because the cup was covering his mouth.

But he could see the way his smile lit up his eyes and made them glow a brilliant green.

Chris swallowed hard at such an amazing sight.

Jonny set his cup down and reached across the table.

"You have syrup all over your cheek," Jonny told him.

He took his thumb and wiped the syrup off Chris' soft tan cheek.

Then Jonny licked the syrup off his own thumb.

"Hmmm," he said, "Raspberry.....I would have guessed blueberry."

Chris had stopped eating and was staring at Jonny.

"I was trying something new," he said.

"Good choice," Jonny complimented him, "You are usually such a creature of habit."

Chris broke his gaze away from Jonny and looked out the window.

"I like to try new things occasionally," he said.

Jonny blushed.

"Yeah," he said, "I do remember that one thing."

Chris looked back at him and smiled, raising one eyebrow.

"I have been getting a few ideas lately too," he said.

"I like it," Jonny said.

He moved his foot over to where Chris' leg was resting and ran it up the inside of Chris' leg.

"Are you flirting with me, Jonny boy?" Chris asked, as he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand.

"Never," Jonny said, with a wink, "I'm too shy."

Chris laughed at that.

"Are you busy this weekend?" Chris asked.

"Why?" Jonny replied.

"I thought we might take a little trip," Chris said.

"You and me?" Jonny asked.

"No, you and me and the entire London Symphony," Chris said, sarcastically.

Then he reached across the table and took Jonny's hand.

He turned it palm up and placed a little kiss gently on it before biting it really hard.

"Ouch!" Jonny jerked his hand away.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

Chris' eyes were glowing as he said, "A preview of the weekend."