Miss Lestrade

It's true! Whenever Jonny and Chris do something cute (kiss, hug, poke each other), Will and Guy are just like 'Oh, here we go again. :rolleyes:'

I think once he said something along the lines of, "We're musically bisexual." I thought it was pretty funny. It was from this interview he did with Guy...but I can't remember! :bigcry:

I'll join the SHC group for now.

"Have you seen the one where he tries to enter Gary into a beauty competition for snails?" "Yes!" groaned Will. "Alright? Yes, I have seen it!" "Oh. Wasn't it funny?" "Sure. Now please, Guy, leave me alone!" Will hoped Guy would finally listen to him. Surprisingly, the room fell into silence, except for the sound of pages being flipped through. "I'm sorry, man." muttered Guy, peeking at Will over his book. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." snapped Will, wishing Guy would just shut his little mouth. "What?" hissed Guy. "I do not have a little mouth!" Will groaned as he realized he must have said that out loud. Guy snapped his book shut, picked it up, and stormed out of the room. Will sighed. He really hadn't meant to say that out loud. Whatever this thing was, it was messing with his head. "Will!" "What...?" "Where's Guy?" asked Chris, sliding down next to him. "Gone." answered Will. Chris nodded and Jonny shrugged. "Feeling any better?" asked Chris. Now it was Will's turn to shrug. "I'm not sure." He really wasn't. Chris seemed to be doing a little better, but Will didn't feel much different. He wondered where this thing was going and when it would resolve itself. Hopefully soon, because the hours until the concert were dwindling away. ----------------- So...I'm getting a little lost with this story now. I'm not sure where it's going. I thought I had it planned, but it has a mind of its own. Oh well. This is sort of a filler chapter. It doesn't really move the story along, does it? xD

I LOVE THAT KITTEN SCENE! It's also my favorite from the tour diary.

All of Life in Technicolor ii, Swallowed in the Sea, Yellow, um...every song they've ever made? Okay, but one of my favorites is definitely "If you hear him coming won't you say for me...that I just don't want to go." Death Will Never Conquer, baby.

Oh, The Nappies video. :laugh3: I loved him in that. The glasses he wore were really cute.

I agree. I don't like it when it's like a mop either. But then again, it is Chris...he looks good anyway. :dozey:

But of course! I'm not through with this one. ;)

Aww, I was looking forward to seeing that! Too bad it hasn't happened yet. :lol:

Okay, good. :laugh3:

Wait...for real? :inquisitive: Has he actually done that? *reads over* He hasn't, has he? xD

This one's kind of long, I think. It might take up some room. And to Kirsten: of course I didn't fall asleep! ----------------- About fifteen minutes later, Guy had joined everyone in Jonny’s room, toting his massive photography book. “Oh, Jon, have you seen the one where Plankton calls his family to help him steal the krabby patty formula, and they’re all like, from Texas, and they’re all like, ‘We want root beer’! Oh man, that one’s pretty funny.” He broke off, earning a massive sigh of relief from Chris. “No. I haven’t seen it.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Guy buried himself in his book. Chris was lying with his head resting on the arm of the couch, and Will was nearly directly below him on the ground. Jonny was sitting on the armchair, tuning one of the guitars he always brought with him. “What about the one where…” “No. We haven’t seen it.” muttered Chris. “Oh, come on. What do you want to talk about, then?” “We don’t want to talk about anything.” snapped Will. “Okay,” Jonny said firmly. He sat up. “Chris, you fancy a walk?” “To where?” “Around the hotel, if you want. We could try to get outside, as well. The fans aren’t expecting us this early.” Finally, Chris agreed to a brisk walk around the floors of the hotel. He and Jonny made their way out the door, and the air did seem easier to breathe without the constant presence of nausea. Chris shuffled along the thickly carpeted floor (still out of it), leaving Jonny to ramble about some chords he’d thought up for a song. “Chris.” “What?” “I said ‘what do you think’?” “Oh. Um…it’s good? Really good.” Jonny stared at him. “Uh…no, it’s bad.” Jonny continued to stare at him. “No, it’s terrible!” Jonny raised his eyebrows. “Oh, come on, man, you know I wasn’t listening.” muttered Chris. “I know. The correct answer to my question was ‘chocolate’, anyway.” “What? What the hell were you asking?” Before Jon could answer, they ran into someone. She was small, a bit shorter than Guy, with puffy brown hair and a sour look on her face. She wore fancy designer clothing and shoes with giant heels that made Chris wonder if she’d ever broken her ankles walking in them. She froze when she saw them, which made the two men stop as well. “Um…” “O. M. G. CHRIS MARTIN?” Her eyes grew large. She stared at Jonny for a moment, obviously having no idea who he was. “OH MY GOD, I love your music! You’re like, famous! Can I have your autograph? Are you staying here? Oh my god, Gwyneth Paltrow is so beautiful too!” “Thank you…yes, yes...and um, thanks. I think.” he responded cautiously. He looked at her, a smile on his face. “Do you have a pen?” It was nearly impossible to tell he was sick. “I got eyeliner!” she stuttered as she thrust it out to him. Jonny chuckled, content to stay behind Chris for this one. “Oh my god, thank you so much, you’re so hot! Do you know Lil' Wayne? Oh, that’s stupid, sorry…I have to get to a…a wedding, so I have to go, but can I have a picture first?” After everything had been taken care of, and Chris had returned the woman’s eyeliner, she bustled off, looking back at them every three seconds. Jonny looked sideways at Chris, who looked back at him. “Wow.”

Okay, first of all... ...I WRITE FUNNY? *squeaks* YAY! :smug: Second, I love your story...Kirsten, is it? It's awesomely entertaining.

I think this has been posted, but I haven't seen it in a while, so...oh well. I love his legs in this pic! :dozey:

Scusi, I love you. :wideeyed: HE. IS. SO. SEXY.

Um...would you happen to have a video you could post of that? :)

Silly girls! I meant THIS ONE! :dozey: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lhuq9CAqol4&feature=channel_page]THIS ONE[/ame]

When you have to lock your friend in your car to force her to listen to Coldplay songs, and will only let her out when she says something good about one of them. :dozey:

I think I should re-post that video I have of him flopping down and breathing heavily. What do you think? :inquisitive:

I HAVE A QUESTION! What's that interview where Jonny kisses Chris on the cheek? I keep seeing pictures of it, but I don't know where it's from. Does anyone know? And then there's the GIF where Chris picks Jonny up and swings him around....Anyone know where THAT'S FROM? xD

Haha, me too. I wake up screaming "NO, DON'T FOLLOW HIM INTO THE BEDROOM!" :laugh3:

Uh-oh. I think I should tell everyone now that there actually won't be any gay love in my story! No J/C, C/W, W/J, G/W, G/C, C/G/W, C/J/W, or anything! :o I prefer the 'brotherly love' of the boys. And that doesn't mean incest! :laugh3: Eh...I'll shut up now. Part 5. ------------------- Chris was actually beginning to feel a bit better (sometimes). His stomach was no longer killing him… just torturing him now and then. He was now under the bed (well, lying on the floor next to it), trying to think of lyrics to a non-existent song. “Oh, baby, I don’t know what to do…I’d give my soul right back to you…God I’m really fucking dying; I swear I’m not lying, oh fuck it.” he moaned. He swept his hair back from his forehead, the sweat stinging his eyes. He shuddered, and promptly fell back down as he tried to get up. Ouch, too fast. He tried again, and managed to stumble to the door. If he did happen to lose consciousness, he didn’t want to be alone. He would need someone to call the paramedics. The pain was always worse when he was moving around, so he made his way to Jonny’s room as fast as he could. He knocked weakly on the door. “Jonny…Jon…” The door opened, but it was Will who answered. Chris blinked and frowned. “Oh. Did I get the wrong door?” he asked, genuinely confused. He turned around and looked back at the hall. “I thought…” “You’re in the right place, mate. If you’re looking for Jonny, that is.” muttered Will, looking very pale himself. “Oh. I just…I…Will, I’m sorry.” he blurted out. “It’s okay.” Will looked apologetic as well. “No, really, I’m sorry…” “I know.” “I’m…” “If you say ‘sorry’, I’m going to have to hit you.” “Sorry.” Chris smiled. Will sighed, standing away from the door to let his friend through. Jonny was standing right behind Will, ready to jump in if the others had started bickering again. He then moved to walk behind Chris, who looked as if he’d just jumped into a freezing swimming pool in the dead of winter. Will kept his eyes on Chris as well, even though the drummer looked pretty bad himself. “So, what’s up?” “Just want someone to notice if I happen to…die.” “Really? That’s why I came.” said Will. “Just in case, you know.” Chris nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Jonny was holding a bottle of water in Chris’s face. “What’s that?” asked Chris cautiously. “Water.” said Jonny. “Um…what’s it doing there?” “You’re going to take a sip.” “Yeah…I don’t think so.” “You have to. Look, mate, I know you’ve been...” he paused as Chris paled. “You just have to rehydrate. You’ve got to try to keep some down. You too.” he added to Will. Chris slowly took the water from Jonny’s hand. He took a sip, and nothing happened. Well, that was good, wasn’t it? Chris handed the bottle to Will. “Here you are.” Will made a face. “Umm…yeah…do you have another one?” “What? Why?” “This one’s got his DNA on it.” "Oh, come ON." muttered Chris. But Jonny had already risen to grab another bottle.

Well of course they're coming back here! THEY'D BETTER! :anxious:

Why is Chris's rating going down?! :censored: Are people giving him low ratings like we're trying to do with jonny greenwood? Okay, so I've been obsessively changing my signature, but I think I'll stick with this. What do you guys think?