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[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 10

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Time passed and soon enough, Tori woke up as her normal self. She saw the cat at the foot of the bed and was confused. It took her a minute to even realize her dress was gone and replaced with the red shirt and dark trousers. She was bear foot. The girl swung her legs around and sat at the edge of the bed, which made Phil wake up.

"Where'd you come from, little guy?" Tori asked, picking up the cat. Phil was about to say something, but he didn't get the chance. He let himself fall to his feline weaknesses, Tori began scratching behind his ears. Phil didn't dare utter a word, he let purs escape his lips as a sign of affection instead of telling her to stop. He never got affection from Chris or the Hatter, but then again, he never was in his usual, cat body.

"No collar, huh? Funny." Tori heard footsteps from outside the door, "Finally."

The door opened and Chris was in the doorway, his tie loose and half his collar up, his shirt untucked and his hair still down. His eyes widened once he noticed the girl was awake, "Morning."

"Morning," Tori said, "What happened to you, you look like hell."

"Gee, thanks," the rabbit said.

"What happened to your neck? It's all red and-"

"You ask a lot of questions," Chris said, "stop."

"Sorry," Tori said, getting up, cradling the cat in her arms. She hadn't stopped petting him, and Phil was still purring. He finally looked up at Chris and winked, telling him to keep quiet.

"And you said I was clingy," Chris muttered, holding the door open for Tori.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, oh nothing," Chris said.

Tori smiled and went back to paying attention to the cat. She cuddled him and Chris couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t get attention from Tori and yet . . . why was that stupid cat getting so much more attention?! What really got him was when they came back out into the dinning room, Tori kissed the cat's forehead and Phil just kept purring.

"What on earth do you think you're doing, child?" the Hatter asked.

"What do you mean?" Tori asked, "you never told me you had a cat."

"I don't," the Hatter said, "that's Phil."

"Oh don't be ridiculous, Phil is-" the girl didn't finish her sentence, the cat changed back in her arms. Tori fell over with the extra weight suddenly on her arms.

"Told you," the Hatter said.

Tori looked up and was face-to-face with the now, mostly human Phil. The cat's ears sank and he had a blush run across his cheeks, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry?" Phil said, getting off the girl and helping her up. Tori wasn't amused. The cat's tail hung, his ears were down and he was red with embarrassment. Tori was red as well, but not quite for the same reason.

"Phil, I suggest you run," the Hatter said. 

The cat could see why, Tori's fists were clenched and there was a vein on her neck that pulsed slightly with anger. He turned and tried floating up and out of her reach, but Tori was just a little faster.

"YOU STUPID CAT!!!" the girl yelled, yanking Phil's long, pink tail.

The cat yowled and fell to the ground. Tori let go of his tail, still slightly red in the face. Phil got himself together and crawled up, and he let instincts get in his way of judgement.

Phil's nails extended and were sharp, and his canine teeth were as well. He was pissed. 

"Ph-Phil, easy now!" the Hatter said, trying to get the cat to think logically.

"You little bitch!" Phil yelled jumping at the girl. The Hatter tried grabbing him, but Phil disappeared and reappeared behind Tori. He had his hand up, ready to claw at the girl, but Chris managed to kick him out of the way before he got the chance.

"If you wanna fight, fight me!" Chris yelled, "you've already caused me too much trouble."

"Why should I fight you, dear Christopher?" Phil chimed, "You said it yourself, I'm too much of a trouble as is. At least, to you." 

The Hatter thought a moment and grabbed Tori, "Phil, calm down, you made her mad and got what was coming to you."

"Excuse me," the cat hissed, evaporating to the Hatter, "I got what was coming to me?!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Tori said, "just don't lie to me!" 

"Someone has a short fuse," Phil said.

"Speak for yourself, flea bag!"

Phil held up his hand, his nails inches from Tori's nose, "Do you really wanna test me, brat?"

"I can take you," Tori said, moving away from the Hatter, "I've handled plenty of cats back home. Plenty of bites and scrates!"

The cat smiled wickedly, "I'm no ordinary cat, you stupid girl."

"Yeah, you're right," Tori said, "you're dumber than the average cat." Phil hissed and swung at the girl, but Tori managed to dodge him, "You're aim is also way worse!"

"RIGHT!!" Phil yelled, going for the girl one more time. Tori thought fast and grabbed the kettle next to her, swinging and just missing Phil.

The cat had his head down and didn't see the foot coming at him, Chris giving him another hit to the side, "ENOUGH!!"

"Stay out of this, bunny boy!" Phil coughed.

Chris grabbed the kettle from Tori, "This water's still hot, you know?" 

"You wouldn't dare!"

"TRY ME!!!"

"I'VE SEEN ENOUGH!!!" roared a voice, and with a load crack, the group were gone.

[MXColdplayObsessed]

To celebrate me being back on Coldplaying For those of you who've forgotten the first part, it's a few pages back somewhere or other

Lost and Found Part 2

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(Jonny's POV)

I stared at Chris like he had just grown a second head. Actually, I think that would've been preferable to what was happening here. Cardboard Knight? Oh, God. My bandmate and best friend really is a loony.

I grabbed the cardboard tube he was holding on to and folded it in half. "Chris, where did you get this from?"

"'Tis my sword, you insolent peasant! You broke my sword!"

"Yeah yeah, sword, whateeeeever you say," I muttered to make him shut up. "C'mon, let's go see what kind of mess you made upstairs, seeing as that's undoubtedly where you found the box on your head."

He continued spouting his medieval nonsense about how I was supposedly a lowly peasant and was not allowed to touch a knight of King Arthur's Round Table, etcetera etcetera. I had to get him back to relative normality before the other two got there, otherwise this could escalate into an even worse mess than it already was.

I got Chris to sit down on one of the comfy couches and pulled his "helmet" off.

"Stop! Stop this instant! This is the holy helmet King Arthur of England hath given me, and thy filthy hands hath desecrated it, peasant!!!!"

I'd had enough.

More than enough; I knew this whole thing was just a game to Chris, but I was now officially not amused, pissed off, etcetera etcetera, so I, the normally calm and unruffled Coldplay member, started to shout and swear.

"Damn you Chris! DAMN DAMN DAMN WOULD YOU FUCKING CUT THAT OUT?! YOU ARE CHRISTOPHER ANTHONY JOHN MARTIN IN THE BAND COLDPLAY, YOU'RE THE SINGER DAMNIT! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND! AND CHRIS, DAMNIT I LOVE YOU AND ALL BUT YOU ARE NOT SOME KNIGHT OF THE FUCKING ROUND TABLE!"

This whole time, he sat there and he just looked at me like I was the crazy one. And then just like that, he stood up, gently set down his cardboart box-helmet and his duct-taped shield and hugged me.

"Alright... what are you doing?"

"I'm hugging you, you dummy."

"I'm afraid to ask, but I will anyway: Why?"

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

"Wha.... Oh whatever. The truth."

He brought his lips up right next to my ear. "Because, Jonnyboy... because I love you."

And just like that, faster than the speed of light those same lips were pressed to mine.

And the odd thing was (at the time, anyway) I actually liked it. It seemed too perfect; although how or why I still don't know, but I slowly kissed him back until we quick as lightning pulled apart, startled by the sound of Guy and Will's voices floating up the stairs from the studio room.

"Hey, where do you think they went? Normally Jon's sleeping in the chair over there. Chris ain't here either."

"I dunno, but you know what those fangirls say online..."

"And if it were true..."

Their laughter would've bothered me any other time, but I was just too preoccupied to care.

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WARNING: ARMED WITH A SPRAY CAN SOUL; POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS

"I think I'm crap. I'm a crap guitar player. I'm really not very good. And I thought I was a good singer until I met Coldplay. That guy's got a real voice. He can sing." -Matt Bellamy

*BEST SIGNATURE 2011 FTW*

Just because we're not speaking doesn't mean we're not clever. - Chris

[MXColdplayObsessed]

A birthday fanficie for Chrissy on his most special day of the year



Blue Icing on Chocolate Cake

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What to get? What to get?
That was what they wondered as the 2nd of March approached.
What to do? What to do?
What to give, what buy?
They wondered as shops they wandered by
Where shall it be?
"It's not up to me
I think it shall be up to he!"
"We can't do that"
argued the one with the hat
"It's a surprise for our friend
we can't let on to a trend
leading toward a party!"
"He'll expect it anyway
Cuz we do this on this day
every new year."
Oh dear oh dear
What were they to do?

From the upstairs he snickered
While the other three bickered
He'd been listening all the while
For he had not been idle.
"It's good to see
that they still care about me,
those silly three."

And as the day came
they were still the same
arguing what to do
and they'd argued it through and through
but still with no answer.
They were tired of the banter
so the one with the hat
as stealthy as a cat
went to the store
to buy his present, for
he knew what to get
he was so sure he'd bet
anyone that the recipient would love it.

So when the party came
the recipient was not at all surprised,
(and the bickering was to blame).
And he thought all the presents were great
but it was time for a break
so the one with the hat brought in the cake.
The recipient loved it so much he thought his heart would break.
It had thirty-five candes and in icing, it read
"I love you Chris. Happy Birthday."
the blue popping out on the brown chocolate icing.
"Jonny," said Chris,
"The cake is enticing, but right now
I must give to you, a bow,
for you have outdone yourself this year
because this cake here
has on it what I've always wanted
your love."



HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS! MAY IT BE THE BEST YOU'VE EVER HAD!

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WARNING: ARMED WITH A SPRAY CAN SOUL; POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS

"I think I'm crap. I'm a crap guitar player. I'm really not very good. And I thought I was a good singer until I met Coldplay. That guy's got a real voice. He can sing." -Matt Bellamy

*BEST SIGNATURE 2011 FTW*

Just because we're not speaking doesn't mean we're not clever. - Chris

[coldplayer#16]

No birthday fic . . . sorry.

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 11

Spoiler

The four ended up in a big, marble white room, and when the Hatter realized where they were, things went from bad to worse.

"You're majesty," the Hatter said on one knee, his hat in his hand, "I'm so sor-"

"Save it, Jon," came the voice, "and I know I needn't ask this, but are you mad?!"

The Hatter laughed and stood, helping the rabbit up, "I would like to apologize for what happened, I was um . . . in a little bit of a daze." The Hatter was blushing and he pulled on his collar, revealing similar red marks to the ones Chris had on his neck.

"I see," the voice said, "however, I thought even you would have the sense to give the girl some socks."

"What? But she-" Jon turned to see Tori, looking around, stunned, and barefoot. "What happened to your socks, child?!"

"Hmm?" Tori turned to the Hatter, and she noticed the man in the white robes, light gray trousers underneath, and an odd, purple lining around his whole outfit. The man's robes were tight around his waist, snitched up by a belt, but they opened up to show the trousers and odd black boots.

"I never thought I'd see the day," the man smiled, rising from his throne, "you're actually here."

"Excuse me?" Tori asked. 

"Have you not told her?!" the man asked, turning to the Hatter. Tori saw something odd on the back of his robes, a desgin that resembled butterfly wings, and they matched the odd purple lining he had around him.

"I was going to, your majesty," the Hatter said, "b-but she was so out of it and I-"

"No excuses," the man said, "if you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself."

"What in the name of God are you talking about?!" Tori snapped.

"Child, I'll make this simple so you can understand," the man said, "I am the rightful ruler of this land, even if there was a sucessor before me, I knew better than he. He is, you guessed it, my older brother, but only by a few months. He has taken what is rightfully mine and has tortured my people, being possessed by, what you might know as the Jabberwoky, but it is actually a dragon-like demon. He thrives on the soul of my sibling, corrupting him more and more daily, making him the evil man he is now."

"You think of me as your Alice, don't you?" Tori cut in.

The man stared at her, and then laughed, "I don't just think you are, dear girl," he said, coming face to face with the girl, "I know you are."

"And you expect me to slay your brother?"

"Goodness, no!!" the man cried, "I expect you to remove the demons hold on him, I expect you to take down the Jabberwoky in him."

"And have you some sort of sword you expect me to use, a vorpal sword?"

"This isn't Carrol's story, child, there is no vorpal sword here," the man moved his robes aside and pulled out a dagger, "this is your weapon."

"A tiny dagger?" Tori asked, taking the knife from the man, "I'm not sure this will do much good."

"You forget, I don't want you to kill the man, I want you to remove the beast that haunts him. He wears the crown that is properly mine, and a ruby necklace. The necklace is what keeps him under the beast's control, his 'heart'." 

"I understand, but why me?"

"You're the only girl, earth or otherwise, who has the balls to face him."

"Excuse me?"

"You may face some scary things, but I'm confident you've delt with a boy hitting on you before."

"WHAT?!"

"Your majesty, if I may," the rabbit stepped in, "she's still new here, her task is still . . . unclear and-"

"Scary? I know, but it's so simple. Get close enough, get the crown, cut off the chain of the necklace, take it from him, and get out and back to me. Simple, no?"

"Easier said than done, sir, even for former pit-pockets such as us," Phil said,

"Pit-pockets?" Tori asked, surprised.

"More than that, former thieves, but I know you lot mean well, that's why I took you into my care," the man said, "and now, I'm asking you to use your old talents to help me restore what is rightfully mine."

Chris' eyes widened and he turned to run, but the Hatter grabbed him, "Oh no you don't!"

"I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!!" Chris cried, "LET ME GO!! I'M NOT DOING THAT AGAIN, EVER!!"

"Wh-what is going on?!" Tori blurted out, confused and scared.

"They're all former thieves, and your bunny friend there, a pretty good fighter. I took them in and made them new men . . . once they were all men, I mean."

"I think I understand . . ."

"Everyone has their shady past," the man said, walking to the girl, "but sometimes old talents will help in the future."

"What are you, a fortune cookie?!"

The man laughed, "You've got some head on those shoulders!!"

"Uh huh . . . right."

"Name's Will," the man said, "William the White, but a lot of people just call me your majesty."

[The Doctor]

Hot, hotter, hottest.

wow, sorry for not posting a new chapter for a while but I think you guys will like this one
now about this one: DO NOT READ IT WHEN YOU CANNOT SURVIVE BUCKIN
really don't

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Jon’s POV

What happened? What did I wrong? His shoulder was so good and soft. I just don’t understand why he walked away, and his eyes looked like they were crying. His eyes are too sweet for carrying tears.

I looked how Chris walked away without looking back. The others, well mostly Guy, Kirby and their friends, looked at me like I did something very bad. I saw him disappear in the dark. Should I go behind him?
While standing up I looked at the campfire where everybody was sitting or standing around. Then I looked to where Chris disappeared and went to there.
Chris was looking at something guessed I because he was standing like a statue against a tree. I slowly walked towards him and tried to see at what he was looking.
“What are you looking at?”
Chris turned around really fast and looked at me like he wanted to punch me. When he recognized me after a few seconds he was still holding my wrists but not as strong as before.
“Jon, you here?”
“Well, I just wanted to know what you’re looking at.”
“I’m looking at you Jonny.” He said smiling.
I looked at him with small amazement.
“But what were you looking at before? When you were standing against that tree.”
“That’s not important. Looking at you is more important than anything else.”
He made his grip on my wrists strong again and came a bit closer.
“Err, Chris what are you doing?”
He hands moved up to my arms and he laid his head on my shoulder.
“Are you OK?” asked I.
“Better than five minutes ago, yes.”
I felt his hands still moving until they were turned around me.
His breathing in my neck was calming and I slowly got my arms also around him. Chris was really close now, I felt how warm his body was and how his lips were touching my skin. It was strange but it felt good, yeah it was a great feeling his lips gave me.
Then suddenly he kissed me. Yes he kissed me, in my neck. So it’s true, he really is gay. But I don’t care about that anymore.
I let my right arm go down and slipped it under his shirt, Chris lifted his head as I did and said: “ I knew you wouldn’t mind about it.”
“Why should I mind about it?” said I kissing him on his soft cheek.
He looked at me with big eyes, smiled then and kissed me on my mouth. I kissed him back. It was an amazing feeling when our lips met and then his tongue entered my mouth. Under his shirt was my hand still touching his warm skin. While his hands pulled me really close to him and then went lower and started playing with my pants. I kept kissing him and got his shirt out. Chris leaned on me but since he got my pants on my ankles I fell backwards with Chris on top of me. I saw some black spots before my eyes and felt how my shirt was pulled over my head and covered my eyes. Then Chris kissed me again and started kissing me in my neck and on my breast. I wanted to get my shirt of my head but when I brought my arms up they were caught and I heard Chris whisper: “you’ll like it more when you can only feel.”
So I putted my arms down and felt how Chris was my whole body.

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I wait patiently for your return
I know you're coming back

Northern & Western Europe Ambassador 2012

f~t~d~

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[Viva_La_Coldplay]

CHAPTER IXX

Spoiler

It was March 2, 2005. Chris’ birthday. And there was no way he was gonna let me forget it.

5:30am I received the first text:
Are you excited for today Jon? CM
My reply:
Yes Christopher, now go back to bloody sleep.
Next text at 6:13am:
I just ran around the block and everyone’s still in bed. Are you in bed?
My reply:
You do realise it’s only quarter past six don’t you?
Next text:
Oh, sorry! Go back to sleep!
Next text at 7:01am:
Gwyn got me some chocolate from Switzerland. It’s so good, you’ll have to have some when you get here.
My reply:
That’s nice.
His reply:
I’m sorry, are you still asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you up!
My reply:
Well I’m awake now. But I’ll see you this afternoon yeah?
His reply:
Ok. Sorry for waking you up!

Even on his 27th birthday Chris was still a nutcase and still had no sense of time. There was a dinner planned for late afternoon, but it was only 7 am and I wasn’t intending on getting up any time soon. So, naturally, I went back to sleep until 12. Much to my absolute horror (not that I wasn’t used to it), my body was still craving my ex’s presence, and this was causing my brain to invent all manner of erotic circumstances under which we met in my dreams. Every night without fail I had a dream about him. Even if I had just been with Chloe, they made my head spin and my muscles ache with desire. I wanted to just shove any thoughts of being with him romantically out of my system but nothing I did would stop my feelings from rearing their ugly heads. That day was no different. I awoke with a start after a fairly graphic dream involving what I remembered to be a large amount of chocolate body paint. Fortunately, Chloe wasn’t in bed, so I didn’t have to worry about explaining any of the noises that I’d probably made through the night.
Another problem that arose from my best friend being my ex was buying gifts. I mean, what do you buy for the person who has everything, and you have a huge crush on? Not an easy task, I must say. It took me weeks to think of something… appropriate. I settled on a set of three glass guitar picks. Each one had a swirl through it and a streak of colour. Tasteful. Better than sexual, I thought to myself.

So anyway, Chloe and I had been invited to a sort of Chris-styled dinner party at his house. The whole thing had been arranged by Gwyneth, so the whole “Chris-Styled” thing was probably bullshit. Chris hated dinner parties in any way, shape or form. Even if it was a “Chris-styled” one. I felt proud of myself for knowing that he would not enjoy a single minute of the gathering, and knowing damn well that his wife was completely oblivious. But I wasn’t going there to gloat. More likely I would manage to get blind drunk on anything I could get my hands on. Anything to escape the sinking feeling in my stomach. Miserable? Perhaps.

We arrived at 4:45 to a street filled with posh cars. Three of them were familiar to me. Those belonged to Guy, Will and Phil. The rest? I had no idea. But it definitely brought home the fact that I was about to be thrown into the fire.
“Don’t look so miserable,” Chloe hissed, nudging me in the ribs as we waited for someone to come to the door. I sniffed.
“This is going to be hell, you realise? All the other women asking you every question they can think of in a desperate bid to find some kind of fatal flaw in our relationship? Not exactly a walk in the fucking park.”
Boy, was I irritable that night.
“Would you calm down? It’s just a party.”
“It’s a Hollywood party.”
“It’s for Chris. Remember? Your best friend?”
“With all those pillocks in Ferraris? Chris would rather jump off a cliff than hang around those self-righteous arseholes.”

Before she could come up with a reply, the door opened and we were invited inside. As we walked along the hall she shot me a dangerous look as if to say “if you get pissed I’m going to kill you”. I replied with an “I’m going to drink everything I can” look. The lounge was full of the exact type I expected: arty types. Everyone was dressed in posh gowns and tuxedos, and were drinking tall glasses of champagne, huddled in their little clusters chatting about what was happening in the world of galleries. Immediately I spotted Chris, mainly because he was in the corner, hands clasped around a pint, deep in conversation with Will. I left Chloe with a group of wives and made a beeline for the singer. As I approached he looked up, and a huge grin spread across his face.
“Hi Jonny!” he called.
“Hi Chris.” I handed him his present. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks man, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“’S alright. I wanted to get you something.”
Chris grinned like school kid at Christmas as he unwrapped the brown paper, before lifting the glass box out carefully.
“Glass picks! Oh wow Jon, these are awesome!” He jumped up and pulled me into a tight hug. “Thanks so much man, I love them.”
I blushed. Of all the terrible times to blush, my body decided it would do it hugging my ex. Over his shoulder I saw Will smiling at me all knowingly so I gave him the finger to shut him up.
“I can’t wait to try these out!” Chris grinned. “Reckon I can sneak off with no one seeing?”
“I’d say very few would notice,” observed Will. “They all seem to interested in their champagne.”
A sly look crawled over the singer’s face.
“Maybe you should wait until after dinner,” I suggested.
“Yeah. Hopefully everyone will be too drunk to care if you’re here or not.”
Agreeing this was the best possible solution, we made our way to the dining room. I sat across from Chris at the table. From his expression alone I could tell he wasn’t going to enjoy any part of this at all. I couldn’t blame him. This party was all about posh food, wine, cars, clothes and people. It wasn’t what he wanted at all. Sitting around listening to Bob Dylan and eating chocolate was much more his thing. How could Gwyneth possibly be married to a guy she knew practically nothing about? She threw him a lavish party that consisted of her own arty friends. She had no idea what he wanted. Did she even care what he wanted?

I shook those thoughts out of my head. You shouldn’t be so resentful of their relationship, I told myself. He’s not resentful of yours, plus he’s happy with her. But only one part of me listened. The other continued to dwell over the fact that Chris should have married me.

It’s probably fairly obvious by now that I hated dinner parties. I just could never stand sitting at a table of people asking boring, monotonous questions, and congratulating each other on conquering the universe. I always get the whole line of them: “how are things with Chloe?”, “are you enjoying the tour?”, “what’s your take on he state of society?” and the like. I didn’t really like talking to begin with, and having to answer such stupid questions really didn’t make my life any easier. I t made me hate dinner parties even more when I saw how Chris was reacting to the night; exhausted described him best. When someone would start talking to him his responses were brief. Brief enough that the conversation would slow down very quickly, before the other person would join another one. He was even struggling talking to me. It was sad. It made me sad. I just wanted to scoop him up and run away with him to some place we’d never be found.

Dessert had been taken away and the last dregs of wine were being finished. Coffee was starting. I wasn’t drunk but I was sure as hell dizzy. Chloe wasn’t going to be happy. Sometime during another boring conversation with the husband of one of Gwyneth’s friends, my eyes darted over to Chris for a second. The only problem was that his chair was empty. Cheeky bastard had made a dash for it when no one was watching. And I knew where he was going: away from anyone he had to talk to, but he wasn’t getting away from me that easily. I waited until there was nobody watching before I quietly snuck off.
There were three places in the house the singer would have gone: the bedroom, the studio or the baby’s room. I made sure nobody had followed me out (I didn’t want to look suspicious if somebody saw me snooping around the place). Up the stairs I stood to listen out for any sign of music or sound to suggest where Chris had gone. I looked for a light under any of the doors, but all were black. Apple’s room was silent. The bedroom and studio were empty. Where had he gone? He couldn’t have left the house, could he? I walked to the end of the landing. To my left I felt a slight breeze. The door to the balcony was ajar slightly. As I approached it, I noticed a figure standing outside in the dim light.
For a few moments I stood at the door. My eyes were locked on the way Chris was standing. There was something about that instance that meant I couldn’t move. There wasn’t anything remarkable about it. It just had be fixated. I guess it made me think. About him, mainly. Why had he abandoned me? Why had he abandoned what we had? We were beyond perfect. Our bodies were perfect. Everything about us just clicked. I didn’t have to say anything for him to read my thoughts. When he was sad, I was always the one to make him happy again. He listened to me.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked suddenly, pulling me sharply out of my thoughts.
“Um… er…” Once again, when I needed my mouth it stopped working. Chris laughed and span around to face me.
“Easier question,” he said, “are you enjoying yourself?”
“Um… that’s not an easier question.”
He laughed again, but his smile faltered.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked as I leant on the balcony next to him, knowing damn well what the answer would be.
“Yeah, of course,” he replied.
“You don’t have to lie to me Chris.”
He opened his mouth as if to defend himself, but stopped. He shrugged. “I didn’t want a party,” he sighed.
“You shouldn’t be afraid to tell her.”
“She’d kinda done it as a surprise. I felt bad to tell her.”
“She’s your wife. You’d hope she’d understand something like that.”
When he didn’t respond I realised how harsh I was being. Harsh and unsympathetic.
“Sorry,” I said quietly.
“It’s ok. I know what you mean.”
The wind tugged gently at my jacket. It was surprisingly warm evening. The scent of blossom was in the air. It would have been romantic if we were still a couple. I pushed that out of my head. He’s your best friend, you pillock.
“Gwyn doesn’t get that I don’t like people treating me like a king when they’re supposed to be my friends,” Chris said thoughtfully. “On stage it’s ok, I mean… people know me then and that’s ok. But I don’t want to be sitting around talking about how good I am with a bunch of her friends. I hate dinner parties…”
I didn’t reply. I knew whatever I said, even if I didn’t mean to, it would come out like I wanted him to leave her. Which I did of course. But he didn’t need to know that.
“You know what I really want to do for my birthday?” he asked, a sly tone on his voice.
“What?”

Next thing I knew he was dragging me downstairs again. He did a quick scan around at the bottom, and then grabbed my hand tightly as we ran off to the garage. “Where are we going?” I asked. He just smiled. Boy was he in deep shit when his wife found out he’d wagged his own party. But I wasn’t going to stop him. I mean, surely wherever he was taking me had to be good, right? Mind you, doing anything with Chris was good. We reached the car unnoticed and he indicated to the passenger seat.
“Hop in,” he grinned.
“I don’t think she’ll be very happy when she finds out you’re gone,” I warned.
Chris smiled and said again: “hop in Jon.”
With a raised eyebrow and a slightly suspicious expression, I climbed in. I wondered if he even knew where we were going. But he seemed determined, so why should I have any doubt? Right?

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05.03.2009 ♥ 31.07.2011
♥ 13.11.12 ♥ 15.11.12 ♥ 17.11.12 ♥
18.11.12 ♥ 21.11.12

[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 12:

Spoiler

Once again, forgive any typos:

"Well then, your majesty, it's really cold and-"

"Oh right," said the king, "BRING THE GIRL SOME SHOES!!"

"No need to shout."

"Believe me, there is. It's a big castle."

"Can you please, just explain one thing to me, why do you need me?"

"Like I said before, you're the only girl, earth or otherwise, who has the balls to face him."

"What about the Hatter and Phil and Chris?"

"What about us?" Phil asked, "A bunch of rag-tag thieves who he recognizes almost immediately? Brilliant idea . . ."

"Exactly right," the king said, "they are here to aid you though."

"How so?" Tori asked.

"We get you in, cause a ruckus, and you get the crown and necklace. Easy as pie," the Hatter said.

"I don't like this plan," Chris said, "I know you're intending to-"

"Moving on!" the Hatter interrupted, "it's not as late as I originally thought, Chris, if you wouldn't mind?"

The rabbit frowned and pulled out his pocket watch from his vest, "It's only 12:30."

"Ah, still very early, even after a nap like that? Pity." The Hatter walked over to the king, "I imagine you want us here?"

"Have you got everything?" the king asked.

"Send me back for 20 minutes, tops, and then yes."

"20 minutes," the king said, snapping his fingers, and the Hatter was gone. "Now, as for you lot," he said, turning to the others, "make yourself comfortable, you'll be here for a while."

"Yes sir," the cat smiled, disappearing off to goodness knows where.

"Um ..." Tori said.

"Of course, my dear," the king said, "I swear the service here is so slow. I have to do everything myself." The king snapped his fingers again, socks and shoes fitting themselves comfortably over the girl's bare feet.

"Now, run along," the king said, "Christopher knows these halls very well, he'll be happy to show you around."

"I'll what now?" the rabbit asked.

"Just keep her busy, show her the garden," the king said, "the roses could use someone new to talk to."

"Talk?" Tori asked.

"Yes, they're so cranky lately, a new voice ought to cheer them up."

"They're horrid little things that are never happy," Chris muttered.

The king laughed, "Just like a certain cat, hmm?"

"Exactly."

"Well, I'll leave you be, I must be off. Oh, and before I forget, Tori, is it?" The girl nodded at him, "Be mindful of that dagger, it can do and be more than just what it is."

The king turned on the balls of his feet and walked off, leaving Tori and the rabbit alone in the great room. Chris sighed and took the girl's hand, "C'mon."

"Are we really going to see the roses?" Tori asked.

"The garden, yes, the roses . . . I think we'll pass, pesky things can do all sorts of things to you."

"Like what?"

The rabbit had to think a minute before answering, "Well, remember earlier, when you were smaller?"

"Younger," Tori clarified.

"Younger, that was thanks to an experimental sugar the Hatter made up, you used that instead of the normal stuff. It's got one of the rose's crushed petals in it, which causes that effect. Otherwise, they can shrink you, make you grow, or, usually, they just give you cuts be aide of those damn thornes. And they never shut up, either, their mouths run constantly with chatter."

"I see . . . What about other flowers, like daisies or violets or-"

"Look and see for yourself," Chris said, opening a big gate. The gates swung open with a loud noise, revealing a massive garden full of almost every kind of flower, and then some.

"I'll leave you to explore, just be mindful of the roses."

"I will."

Tori wandered off into the big area, Chris hopping over one of the hedges in the opposite direction. The first thing the girl came across were sleeping flowers, and when she looked closely, they were baby's breath flowers. However, the flowers had faces, and there was a lot of differently colored, sleeping baby's breath flowers. Next were daisies, which were a very nice but quiet flower. Then came the pansies, and the fuchsias, and lots of others that seemed nice enough, so what was wrong with the roses then?

That was when the girl heard a noise, a high yelp from the other side of the garden, "Chris?"

"Get away from me!!" she heard, "Ow!!" There was another yelp, and Tori did recognize the voice as Chris. She ran over toward the direction she'd heard the yelps, and she could hear rustling close by.

"Trying to steal from the king's garden, eh?" she heard, "Filthy freak."

"Leave me alone, I'm here as a guest!" Chris yelled.

Tori climbed the hedge and saw what was going on, Chris was held by the forearms, coiled with spiked vines, roses facing him, "I was just getting a snack!"

"And killing a child of the tree?" the flower asked.

"It's meant to be eaten!"

"Hush!" the flower snapped, extending another vine that scratch the rabbit's cheek.

"Leave him alone!" Tori yelled, jumping from the hedge and in front of the flower.

"Tori, get out of here!" Chris snapped.

"Oh, what's this I sense," said the flower, "you fancy her, don't you?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" the rabbit snapped, moving his arms. His movement was a mistake, the thornes ripped down on his skin and he winced with pain.

"I said let him go!" Tori yelled, taking the dagger out and slicing the vines. The flower hissed and the vines wilted.

"You stupid girl," the flower said, changing from red to green, "you just made a big mistake." The flower had others around it now, and there were multiple vines spreading now, all aimed at Tori.

Chris' eyes widened and he grabbed Tori, jumping out of the way of the thornes. He did get a sharp cut to his back, what little of it was exposed from under his shirt, and the landed hard on the ground.

The rabbit let the girl go and she got to her knees, looking down at the rabbit with concern, "Are you alright?!"

"Fine," the rabbit whined, "just a flesh wound."

Tori laughed, "I'm sure," she helped him up, "how about we getyou foxed up?"

"Sounds fair," Chris said, looking down at his arms, "shit, they did a number on me."

Tori stared at him, she noticed the rabbit had gotten even so slightly shorter, his arms becoming skinnier and the same to the rest of his figure.

"What is- I mean, did that rose-"

"One of them, I guess," Chris said, "Same thing that happened to you, I'm just about . . . well, I can guess what you would see as 17, I'm not saying quiet how long ago that was."

"Uh huh, right," the girl said, "Again, let's get you fixed up."

"Yeah, these are really starting to sting now."

Tori smiled and the rabbit noticed her cheeks were slightly pink, which was strange to him, she'd never done that before. She took his hand and the two went back inside, Chris taking lead as he went down as short way to, what you may call, the infirmary.

"Good god!" someone cried, "what have you done to yourself, dear boy?!"

"Not me, it was the roses," Chris said, "mind giving a rabbit some help though?"

"Of course, of course," the person said, "sit!" The person turned to Tori, "Are you hurt too?"

"Nope," Tori said, "I'm with him."

"Ah, good," the person said, "mind helping me out though? Wash his arms off so I can see where he's been cut?" A cart came by with a pan of water and a cloth, "Please? It'll make my job much easier and faster."

"Uh, sure," Tori said, rolling up her sleeves, "no problem . . ." she turned to Chris, "Who-"

"His name's Chuck, don't worry, he's not mad . . . much."

Tori smiled and the rabbit held out his arms, which were now almost entirely red. Tori was careful with him, just clearing away the blood as best she could, not hurting him anymore than he already was.

"Right, now then," Chuck said, "bandages." The man wrapped the rabbit's arms up and had to find a new bandage for Chris' face, which Tori had missed.

"I'll be right back," Chuck said, "keep your arms still, and you," he said pointing at Tori, "clean him up, you're slacking."

Tori laughed, "He can do his own face, can't he?"

"I said for him not to move his arms, didn't I?"

"Alright, alright." Tori grabbed a fresh cloth and wiped away dirt and blood from the rabbit's cheek, "you okay?"

"For now, fine," Chis said, "thanks."

"Back," Chuck said, holding out a wet pad, "now then, this may sting a bit . . ." He put the pad up to Chris' cheek and the rabbit cringed, it did sting, a lot. Chuck placed a bandage over Chris' cheek and told him to stand up.

"Finally, able to get up and-" the rabbit fell to his knees.

"Just as I thought," Chuck said, "You lost quite a bit of blood, so you'll probably be kind of dizzy and off balance. Get something to eat and a place to rest, you'll be fine soon enough."

Tori bent down and helped Chris up, swinging an arm over her shoulder for him to balance, "Thanks, will do."

"You want me to-" Chuck was about to ask, but the door shut and Tori was out of earshot by that point, "stupid kids."

"You sure you're okay?" Tori asked.

"No, I- I just need to lay down, and like Chuck said, get something to eat."

"Chris!" came a voice, "good lord, what happened to you?!"

"Roses, your majesty, that's why I'm all bandaged up and . . . well, like this."

"I see," the king said, "Come, I have a room not too far where you can rest and I'll have someone bring you something to eat."

"Thank you, your majesty," the rabbit said, trying to stand, but his knees gave again. Tori managed to catch him before he fell flat on his face, and helped him to the room.

"Stay here," the king said, "someone will be along shortly with food and something to drink."

"Again, thank you, your majesty," Chris said with a smile, laying down on the bed.

"Of course, and I will have to do something about those roses."

The king left and Tori sat at the edge of the bed, "Do you want me to leave or-"

"No, stay," Chris said, still smiling.

Tori smiled back and hugged him. The rabbit didn't know what to think for a second, but he managed to get an arm around and hug the girl back. Tori let Chris go and smiled at him, a slight blush resting on here cheeks, and Chris laughed.

"What?" she asked.

"You," the rabbit said, "your all pink, it's cute." The girl's blush deepened, and the rabbit laughed again.

"You sure are in good spirits for having been cut up so bad," Tori said, trying to avoid eye contact now.

"Hey, what's with the look away, huh?" Chris asked, putting a hand on the girl's cheek, "It's not that bad, is it?"

"No, no," Tori said, moving his hand away, "I- I just . . . I'm worried, that's all."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and?'" The rabbit raised an eyebrow, and he could see the girl's cheeks were red and she was looking down. He put his hand out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his hand resting lightly on her cheek, smiling at her.

"You gonna tell me what else?" Tori looked at the rabbit straight in the eye, his bright, blue eyes. He laughed and leaned forward and started nuzzling her, "Well?"

Tori started giggling and Chris started laughing again. Tori calmed down and smiled at the rabbit, who was smiling back. She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Part 13:

Spoiler

The rabbit's ears went up in surprise, his eyes wide and smile gone. Tori was still smiling but was beat red, and she looked down and looked embarrassed more than happy, "I- I just . . ."

"No, no, it's fine," Chris said, clearing his throat. He could see that Tori was still embarrassed, but he laughed, "Why are you blushing so much, huh?"

"I dunno, I mean-" Chris cut her off, he had his forehead resting on hers. She thought for sure he'd start nuzzling her again, but he didn't. He was smiling, and Tori was still unsure of what was going through his mind, but she closed her eyes for a second. The minute she did she felt Chris' lips brush up against hers, and she pushed him away.

"What?" Chris asked, "I- I'm sorry, I just thought that-"

"No, it's fine, I've just . . . so that rose was right!"

Chris started blushing, "Well, I- I wouldn't say that was 100% but I . . ." he was lost for words and his cheeks were growing redder and redder.

Tori shook her head and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd be- well, you know . . ."

"Kissing a rabbit?" Chris asked.

"Kinda."

Chris sank and was redder than Tori was now, "I just thought that-"

Tori hugged him, "Shut up, I'm sorry, okay? I've never kissed a boy before, let alone a rabbit."

Chris looked surprised and pulled away, "Never?!"

"No, not yet anyway." Tori was still red, but she felt butterflies on her stomach now too.

Chris smiled and began nuzzling her again, "May I be the first, then?"

Tori laughed and felt Chris' forehead on hers again. She felt his hands come up and tuck the loose hair behind her ears, and they fell to her sides, the rabbit's arms wrapping around the girl as he moved and pressed his lips up to hers.

Chris let his hands fall as his lips moved away from Tori's. He opened his eyes just when Tori had opened hers, the blush on her cheeks spreading out to the tips of her ears.

Chris smiled at her, "Better?"

Tori smiled at him and laughed, "Yeah."

Chris smiled and hugged her, "Also, you sure you've never kissed a boy before?"

Tori laughed and hugged the rabbit, "Possitive."

"Well then, I have to say, you must be a naturally good kisser."

"I'm what?"

"Are you deaf or something?" the rabbit asked.

"No, I just-" Chris cut her off with another kiss.

"You're a good kisser," he repeated.

Tori couldn't have been redder than she was, and Chris knew where to draw the line, he hugged her again and kissed her cheek.

Tori smiled and hugged the rabbit, looking up at him again. Chris looked confused, but Tori leaned in and kissed him, "Just 'cause I could."

Chris laughed and started nuzzling Tori, and she started giggling again. He loved it, he didn't care if he was older, he seemed younger, and isn't that how it worked?

Chris hugged Tori and fell back onto the pillows, still laughing, "Man . . ."

Tori smiled and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek, "You okay?"

"Feeling fine," the rabbit said, "thanks."

"You don't think the Hatter will be upset, do you?"

"Hmm . . ." Chris had to think about this, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be, but then again, it was the Hatter, "You know, I never really know with that man, he probably won't care. Also, who says he has to know about this, huh?"

"Very true," Tori said with a smile, "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure," Chris laughed, "just a little weak, that's all."

"Well, then food and drink should help, no?"

"Absolutely."

That was when there was a knock at the door, "Chris, you alright?"

Tori sat up, recognizing the voice. The rabbit sat up and said for the person to open the door. If you want to get technical, it wasn't really a person, it was Phil, "You alright, man?"

"Just scratched up," Chris said, holding up his arms.

"What in the name of-"

"Roses."

"What'd you do to piss them off?!"

"Took an apple off the tree, that's it!"

"Damn flowers, so over protective. . . . Then again, so are you."

"I am not!" Chris shouted, shooting upright, "You- you're just-!"

"Right?"

Chris was red again, but Tori put a hand on his shoulder. The rabbit sighed and sat back, "Is that all you have to say?"

"No, no, that's it," the cat said, hand on the door. He almost shut it, but he stopped, "By the way, I'm sure the Hatter will be happy to hear about you two."

Chris' eyes widened, "You wouldn't dare!"

The cat smirked, "Try me." The door slammed shut.

[Viva_La_Coldplay]

CHAPTER XX

Spoiler

I’ll be honest, I was struggling to contain myself as Chris drove me out of London. I seriously had no idea what he had planned. I was hoping for some kind of romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant, or a candle-lit picnic, or maybe a jam session at my house. My mind was running over every possible outcome. Every single one it came up with was good because every single on involved us making out at the end. But, ultimately, that probably wasn’t going to happen.
It was good enough him taking me somewhere alone, but actually admitting his love for me? Unlikely. Possible, but unlikely.

We barely spoke during the trip. Dark Side of the Moon was on, playing softly in the background. It was like that first time you come home with someone who you really like from a date and you don’t know if they’re gonna ask you in for coffee or not. Except it was like I was the girl, nervously awaiting what her boyfriend was going to show her. It kinda felt stupid to look at it like that. But that was how it felt. The car ride lasted at least 45 minutes. I didn’t know where we were going until Chris stopped in a car park on a back road.
“Here we are,” he said, and bounced out of the car.
“Where’s here?” I asked suspiciously.
“Here is here! Isn’t that obvious?”
Not really Chris.

“C’mon, it’s this way.”
He took my hand and pulled me off into the darkness. Now, take a moment to think about this: your best friend (who may or may not be certifiably insane) takes you into the middle of nowhere, then proceeds to drag you – with force – out into the black of the night. What do you think would go through your head? Maybe something along the lines of “he’s going to murder me where no one can hear me scream”? Or maybe “he’s going to tie me to a tree and rape me”? Actually, perhaps not the second one. The second one would be the best possible solution. Anyway, I was pretty freaked out. We walked along what I imagine was some kind of gravel path for at least 300 meters. He didn’t speak which scared me too, it wasn’t like Chris to not talk when we were alone.
But then suddenly he stopped. My eyes had slightly adjusted to the darkness, so I could just see him grinning like a loon.
“Close your eyes and lie down,” he said happily.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Lie down!”
“I can’t see a bloody thing…”
“Just lie down, it’s only grass.”
“What if there’s… I dunno, a snake or something?”
“Don’t be a girl! Just close you eyes, I’ll help you down.”

I trusted him (more or less), so I held out my arm which he took, closed my eyes, and sat down. The grass was cold under my legs. I tried to make myself comfortable as I heard him lie down next to me. There was a bit of rustling as he moved, and then a short silence.
“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered.
I took a deep breath and opened them.


Above my head, glistening and shimmering, were millions of sliver stars.


There was no noise. No wind, no cars, no planes. Just silence. Silence and the shining stars. There were so beautiful. They took my breath away.
“Wow,” I breathed subconsciously.
For a moment I forgot where I was. I forgot I’d just come from one of the worst parties I’d ever been to. I forgot how much I hated my suit. I forgot the pressure of touring. I forgot I was denying my love for my best friend. Nothing seemed to matter. I just looked into the stars and felt happy. Only for an instance. I thought perhaps I’d never seen anything that majestic in all my life, but then again I’d never actually taken a moment to look at the stars and really see them. They made me feel so small in they’re presence. I shivered. It was like they were too beautiful.
“I come here when I need to get away from everyone,” whispered Chris. “It just… puts things in perspective.”
“It’s so beautiful.”
“Mmm. The best spot outside the city.”
“Just… beautiful.” No other words would come to my head. My brain was refusing to work again.

After a few minutes, Chris sighed.
“You ok?” I asked quietly.
He was silent for moment before speaking with sadness in his voice. “I could never share this with her. I don’t think she’d understand.”
He didn’t need to name “her”. I knew him well enough to know what he meant.
“You should be able to talk to your partner about stuff like this,” he continued, “but I don’t know if she would get what we see. You get it. ‘cause you… you get me. Sometimes I wonder if she has any idea what I’m on about.”

I didn’t respond. I don’t think that needed a response. He just wanted to talk to someone who’d listen and not judge. He sighed again deeply. I glanced over at his silhouetted figure. His blue eyes glistened in the starlight.


It was like some corny love movie, the way we were lying there together. I looked up to the stars once more and prayed it was. Please, please god, please let this be a corny love movie. That way maybe – just maybe – he would turn to me and tell me he loved me. Maybe he would tell me to leave Chloe, and that he would leave Gwyneth, and we would run away together. Forever. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d tried to tell myself my crush was just stupid and that Chris didn’t return those feelings. But from the way he was talking? Why he chose to take me out here and not his wife? Maybe… just maybe… did he still love me? Perhaps I was wrong in thinking all those things before. Perhaps he too regretted getting a girlfriend in the first place.
For some reason, I remembered something I’d heard that morning that I thought Chris should know.

“On the radio this morning they said one day we’ll be living up there,” I said slowly. “Y’know. In the stars.”

Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew Chris smiled.

This moment was perfect. I prayed for it never to end.


****


I don’t think I would have ever loved playing live as much as I did if it wasn’t with Chris. Nobody had ever made me feel more special, on and off stage. My favourite time of every show was In My Place. In a way it felt like our song. That’s so stupidly corny, but it meant we could get really close to each other without anybody raising eyebrows. Plus Will and Guy didn’t seem to care if we were all over each other in that song. So if we had Will’s consent, why not right?

22nd May, 2005. The lights went down after White Shadows so I walked down to meet Matt as he handed me a fresh towel.
“Doing good boss,” he said gruffly as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. “In My Place.”
“Cheers.”
We swapped the towel for a new guitar and I went back onstage. Chris was talking to the crowd about the weather, bless him.
“… and of course the best thing about warm weather is the ice-cream,” he said to laughter from the audience. “That and all the girls sunbathing in… very pretty dresses.” The crowd roared with cheers from the men. I smiled and went about readying my pedals for the next song. “Now I’d like to introduce you to someone incredibly awesome,” Chris continued. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jonny Buckland. He’s my best friend and the best guitarist I know.”
A spotlight appeared around where I was standing. My heart jumped as the crowd screamed and cheered. Instantly I felt my cheeks go bright red. I smiled across at Chris.
“This is Jonny Buckland, and he is about to show just how awesome he is,” the singer said. “This song is called In My Place.” The drums began after another roar, the stage lit up, and we began the song. Straight away Chris bounced towards me, dancing around in little circles. I caught his eye with a smile. He winked. My heart melted. God, I loved that man.

For a second he hovered by me as he sang the opening lyrics, but instead of bounding around, he looked into my eyes. Deep into my eyes. His crystal ones shimmered back. His gorgeous mouth moved as he crooned to me. He was so close I could see the beads of sweat on his brow. I’m surprised my fingers actually kept working as he stared at me. My heart had stopped, so why the hell were my fingers still connecting to my brain? Every inch of my body was warm from looking into his eyes. It filled me with something – some kind of love, desire – that I couldn’t see myself feeling for anyone else. Not even for my girlfriend. It was some kind of immeasurable force that controlled me to think and feel these ridiculous things. It was so relentless that even when I told myself over and over and over that I didn’t and shouldn’t care about him, it still remained in the back of my mind, repeating those three words. I love you.


Why do I love you so much? I asked to his innocent eyes. His eyes that knew no better. His eyes that had no idea the torture I was going through. And of course, each day, the never-ending battle that went on within me. It was the same thing that always plagued me: do you love him? I didn’t know. After weeks – no – months of asking myself that same question, I still didn’t know the answer. Did I love him? Or was it just some stupid, petty crush that I would get over with time? And Chris Martin was there, singing on stage in front of me, completely unaware of any conflict going on in me. He didn’t have a clue I still loved him. Or that I had a crush on him. Fuck, I didn’t know which it was.
I guess he sensed that something was wrong, as the next thing I knew his expression was full of worry. His voice had suddenly become strained. He looked at me again, only this time he asking “are you ok?”. I smiled to reassure him. It was forced. He knew that.

That forced smile must’ve upset the delicate balance in his head because the rest of the show was shit. My over-analysing and his worrying caused too many mistakes. When we took our bow at the end I glanced up as Will walked past. He shot me a dangerous look.

Bloody hell.

If Will shoots you a dangerous look just before you walk offstage you know you’re in trouble. I’m pretty sure Chris got that same one too; he came past me with the “oh-my-god-that-was-the-worst-show-ever-Will-is-going-to-kill-me” look spread across his face. That was certainly not good.
I dreaded that moment when Mr Champion walked through the door into the dressing room. Fortunately I didn’t have to wait long for it…
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded, barely a second after he stepped inside.
“What the fuck was what?” Chris retorted. Bad idea mate…
“What the fuck were all those mistakes?!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Oh good, you’re sorry. Fantastic, now we can just go back and have a drink!” Will snapped, throwing his hand around in sarcasm.
“Don’t yell at me,” Chris said. He already sounded defeated.
“I will yell at you because you stuffed up the show!”
“Will, it’s my fault,” I interjected. “I put him off.”
“You put him off?! Fucking hell, that’s just great.”
“It’s not your fault Jon,” said Chris, cutting across Will’s yelling.
“Yeah it is. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything!”
“I made you worried.”
“Yeah, that’s my fault for worrying too much. I was just distracted by… by um… by…” He looked around frantically for something to say. “By… Guy! I was distracted by Guy.”
The bassist looked up from packing his bag. “Oh no, don’t drag me into this one!”
“He distracted me,” Chris concluded, pointing at Guy.
“How did he distract you enough to ruin every song?” Will asked calmly. He folded his arms. That was not a good sign.
“Um… he was… I don’t fucking know! He just was!”
“Chris, you don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh come on, you don’t actually expect me to believe that you were distracted by him?”
It was clear that Chris had nothing left to say. So he sniffed, picked up his bag of fresh clothes, said: “fuck you Will” and with that, stormed out of the room.

A silence followed. Neither Will nor myself knew quite what had just happened. One minute we were fighting, the next Chris had abandoned it. That was weird. He never gave up on a fight, even if he knew he couldn’t win it. Will turned to me.
“He must be sick or something,” he decided. “Did he say anything to you about it?”
“Why do you care so suddenly?” I replied, perhaps a little harshly.
“It’s not like him to walk out on a fight.”
“Maybe it’s his time of the month,” suggested Guy. I shot him a glare for such an immature response.
“He’s probably just stressed,” I said, changing my shirt and grabbing my bags. I wanted to find Chris and see what was going on without the others knowing what had really happened. “I’ll talk to him.”
Will nodded. “I don’t want something like that to happen again. It was a shit show Jon.”
“I know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Before either him or Guy had a chance to say anything else, I quickly escaped the room. I headed down the halls, hoping I could catch him before he left for the hotel: hopefully we could go back together so I could get a chance to see what was eating him up. A guard pointed me in the direction of where the vans were waiting. Unfortunately, there were only two cars out of the three left. That meant Chris had already left. Bugger. Now I’d have to go to his hotel room. And his hotel room meant temptation. I had never been much good with temptation…

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05.03.2009 ♥ 31.07.2011
♥ 13.11.12 ♥ 15.11.12 ♥ 17.11.12 ♥
18.11.12 ♥ 21.11.12

[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 14:

Spoiler

"Oh, he's so- . . . so-"

"He would," Tori said, hiding her face with her hands, "what were we doing?!"

"You make it seem like we did something much worse than just kiss."

"Chris, the Hatter has a short fuse, doesn't he? He'll freak and-" Chris put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Shut up, I'm not going to let him lay a figure on you, and he knows not to. You have got nothing to worry about, he'll be yelling at me anyway."

"Right," Tori said, hugging the rabbit, "I don't want that to happen."

Chris smiled, "I know, but he's mad, so am I. It's just how we work, I suppose."

"What, yelling?"

"What?"

". . . You know, never mind," Tori said, "You want me to go after Phil?"

"Nah, he's bluffing," Chris said, "he does that a lot."

"I can tell . . . he's probably still pissed at me too."

"Probably."

"How do we know he won't tell then?"

"If he does, it's okay. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Tori looked at him with a look of concern and clung to the rabbit, kissing his cheek. Chris smiled and hugged her again, kissing her cheek multiple times. He got her laughing again, and that's what he wanted, to see her smile and laugh.

"Cut it out!" Tori said, pushing the rabbit over. He smiled at her and managed to catch her eye. She hadn't noticed how blue they were, and how innocent he looked. He was a rabbit, a naturally cute animal, very charming and handsome, but protective and short-tempered. Chris was all of that and then some, being mostly human, and he used that to his advantage.

"Never noticed, but your eyes are an odd mix of blue and grey," he said, "It's different. I like it."

Tori started blushing again, "I- I uh . . ."

The rabbit laughed, "Look at you! Red all over again!"

"Stop it!!"

"Why should I?" Chris leaned into her, "I speak the truth."

"You just want more attention."

"So, what's your point?"

Tori laughed and hugged the rabbit, kissing him and feeling his arms wrap around her. She felt him lean back and she lay down next to him, cuddling up to him, a smile on her face. Chris was smiling too, even if he knew it was kind of weird, he didn't care. He managed to take care of her for a while, the kissing and other signs of affections were enough to make him happy.

There was a knock at the door, and Tori shot up right, startling Chris and making him sit up. The girl got up and held the door open, a cart of food and drinks being brought in.

"Here you are," said the person, "enough for you both, I'm sure."

"Thank you," Chris said, "much appreciated."

"Of course." the man turned and went out of the room, and the door was stopped before it shut completely, it was the Hatter.

"Chris, what's Phil been talking about? Have you and Tori-"

"NO!" Chris yelled, "that stupid cat exaggerates."

"Still, we need to talk."

"Fine, speak your mind."

"Alone," the Hatter said.

"If it regards her, then she can stay," Chris said.

"Wha- ugh, fine, but is what Phil's been telling me true?"

"So what if it is? She was just trying to take care of me, and I mean, so what if I did kiss her?"

"Kiss?" the Hatter asked, "I meant your arms, but what're you talking about?"

Chris started blushing and looked like he was going to barf, and Tori sat at the end of the bed, hiding her face in her hands. The Hatter looked at them both, slightly confused, but he eventually put everything together.

The Hatter hugged the rabbit, "I'm not upset or anything, you know? In fact, I have an idea." He let go of the rabbit, kissing his forehead and then getting the girl's attention, "As much as I love Chris and care for him, so long as he's like this . . . I guess I can share. Be gentle with him though, I warn you, he's got a temper."

Tori smiled at the mad man, hugging him as a thank you and then letting him leave. Jon wasn't too thrilled about the whole thing, but being on his best behavior . . . he was hating it. He wished he didn't need to be, but he promised Chris, so there wasn't much he could do. He was a man of his word, even if he was mad.

EDIT - Part 15:

Spoiler

Tori sat at the edge of the bed, swinging her legs slightly, her cheeks bright pink, and she didn't dare look over at the rabbit. She knew he was embarrassed, she could tell by way he kept pulling at the bed sheets, twiddling them in-between his fingers. How that worked, she didn't know, but he was pulling at them lightly, at the very least.

Tori felt a movement on the bed, Chris sat up and hugged her, kissing her cheek, "I guess, since he said so long as I'm like this-"

"Nothing funny, bunny boy," Tori said, still not looking at him.

"Do you honestly think I'm that kind of a guy? Unlike a certain someone I know, I-"

"Shut up, I know who you're talking about, and you shouldn't talk about him like that, especially since you spent the morning snogging with him, and who knows what else."

Chris' eyes widened and he let the girl go, "You- you- I mean . . ."

"You guys are loud."

Chris looked down and blushed a deep red, he didn't think that anyone heard them, but that clearly wasn't the case. He felt the girl's arms around him again.

"You aren't mad or creeped out or anything, right?" he asked.

Tori shrugged, "I've been kissing you, haven't I? Shouldn't that be enough?"

"No."

Tori smiled, letting the rabbit go, "Look, I'm here, I'm hanging out with a bunch of mad men, two of which aren't even really men-"

"Hey!"

"-and I've ended up being told I'm supposed to just get rid of some moron's necklace because I'm the only one who can do it. Also the fact that I've ended up kissing a rabbit before an actual boy, do you think I'm creeped out at all by any of that?"

". . . Yes?"

She laughed again, "Yes and no, I'm weirded out by my situation, yeah, but not by anything else."

"I'm not convinced." Tori rolled her eyes and grabbed Chris' collar, pulling him in and kissing him again, "Alright, you got me."

The girl smiled, still pink, "I'm glad."

"So, when do you think that food's gonna get here, I am actually kinda peckish."

Tori started laughing again, "I dunno, but it's true what they say."

"What's that?"

"Fastest way to a man's heart is his stomach."

"You just said that-"

"Even if he technically be a rabbit."

"That's more like it."

Tori smiled and hugged him again, kissing the rabbit's cheek. Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around the girl, starting to nuzzle her. He could hear Tori giggling again and he didn't stop. He did end up kissing her cheeks a few times, at which point Tori had gotten away from him.

"Cut it out," she yelled, "For someone who needs rest, you sure are energetic."

"I'm a rabbit, what do you expect?" Chris said, "Besides, your laugh's cute." Tori blushed red and smiled, looking away from the rabbit. Chris laughed and hugged her again, kissing her cheek, "Am I making someone red?"

"Christopher," Tori said, her tone flat and unamused.

"Oh, c'mon, admit it, I'm a charmer and know how to get to you."

"So what if you are, bunny boy?"

"Stop calling me that!"

There was a knock at the door, but Chris didn't move, his arms were still around Tori and he was too busy kissing her cheek again to notice that the food and drink had come.

"What have we here?" he heard, recognizing the voice, "I thought I was just guessing before to mess with you, didn't know I was right."

"Phil, I- I- You saw nothing!!" the rabbit squeaked.

"Oh my, what's the matter Chris, puberty?"

"I- I just . . ." 

"I figured, you're pathetic, not a rabbit, but a love sick puppy!"

"Shut it, you loud mouthed excuse for a cat!" Tori snapped.

"I'm still mad at you," Phil said, holding up a hand with claws extended, "don't fuck with me, brat."

"Bring it," the girl said, but Chris put an arm in front of her.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he said, "Phil's all bark and no bite."

"Claw, you moron, not bite," the cat sneered, "but if that's what you'd rather, I can certainly arrange it." The cat hissed, revealing the share canines he had, his pupils thinning out and looking more cat-like than before. No surprise, really.

"H-hey now, let's not do anything stupid," Chris said.

The cat laughed, "Speak for yourself, lover-boy!"

Tori pulled out the dagger and it grew into a sword, "Leave him alone, fight me if you want."

"Oh, how I'd love to!"

"HOW IS THAT DAGGER NOW A FUCKING SWORD?!" Chris screamed, his voice high and cracking.

"STOP!!" came a voice, Jon's voice, "Can't you two call a truce?!"

"I'd love to," the cat sneered, "but this little brat won't listen to me!"

"You were picking on Chris and threatened me!!" Tori snapped.

"Ugh, shut up, both of you," the Hatter said, taking the cat's wrist. He walked forward, and with his free hand, he knocked the sword out of the girl's hand and taking her wrist. He brought the two together, "Shake hands and get over it!"

"Fine," Phil said, retracting his claws and gripping the girl's hand.

"Fine," Tori said, "Truce."

"There, all settled," the Hatter smiled, "Now, come along Phil, we have things to attend to." The Hatter walked out of the room and the cat watched him walk out.

"Aren't you-"

"I'm sorry about before," the cat said, a bright blush on his cheeks, "I tend to lose it when my tail I tugged."

"I understand, sorry for being short," Tori said, smiling at him. Now, even if Phil was taller than Tori, just by a few inches, he was still a cat and the girl reached up, scratching behind his ears.

Phil was surprised at first, but it was his sweet spot, he began purring and he sat down, letting the girl continue.

"A-hem!" Chris coughed, "Jon needed you?"

"The mad man can wait," Phil purred.

"Go to the Hatter," Tori said, pointing to the door.

The cat sighed, "Fine . . ." He vanished and Tori and Chris were left alone again.

"Now then," Tori said, grabbing the pitcher of water, "anything specific you want?"

"There cake on that cart?" Chris asked, trying to see if there was.

Tori laughed and looked, and she did find a couple of slices of what appeared to be strawberry cake. She grabbed both plates, "Tell me these are real strawberries."

The rabbit's ears shot up and his eyes grew wide, "Oh my God."

"What?"

Chris shook his head, "N-nothing, just . . . may I have a slice, please? Either one, I don't care."

"Alright," Tori said, grabbing a couple of forks, "here."

Chris was delighted to have it, he was smiling and began eating right away.  He sat up and his ears went up again with the first bite, letting out a long and contented sigh.

"Do you not get sweets or something?" Tori asked. 

"Just take a bite, you'll understand then. Believe me, this is a real treat, for me or anyone."

"Okay?" Tori said, taking a bite of cake. Her eyes widened and she smiled, it was one of the best things she'd tasted (since being in this strange world, anyway). 

"Isn't it good?" Chris asked, taking another bite, "one of my favorites."

"No offense," the girl said, swallowing the cake, "but I would have thought that it was carrot cake, not strawberry."

"Common stereo-type," Chris said, "very understandable. I'm a herbavor, well, I guess vegetarian when I'm like this, and I don't know why but carrots are just so commonly associated with rabbits!"

Tori shrugged, "Well, you're a rabbit, you should know why, right?"

"I should, but oddly enough, I don't."

"Well, I guess the important part is that the cake is good, right?"

"Agreed," Chris said, taking another bite. 

Tori smiled, she was happy to see the rabbit so happy, even if it was over something silly like cake. He was like a child, but he was cute, so that really didn't matter. The girl scooted herself closer to him and kissed his cheek.

The rabbit stopped and looked at her, and saw that she was smiling. The gears began to turn and Chris had an idea, "You've got a bit of cake on you."

"Where?" Tori asked, looking at her shirt.

"Allow me," Chris said, putting his hand under the girl's chin. She knew what he was doing, and she felt his lips press up to hers. 

Chris lifted away and Tori smiled, "Get it?" The rabbit laughed and put an arm around the girl, "That was so cheesy."

"It worked didn't it?"

Tori smiled and put her head on the rabbit's shoulder, "Yeah."

[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 16:

Spoiler

Chris kissed the girl's forehead and felt her arms around his waist. He was blushing slightly, but he still smiled and stayed where he was, swinging his legs ever so slightly.

Tori sat up after a bit and grabbed her plate, "Shall we?"

"We shall," Chris said, grabbing his cake and finishing up.

Tori was enjoying the cake as well, but Chris was more than half way through his piece, she wasn't even half way through. She was happy to see him eating though, and then getting up, pouring himself a glass of water, bringing over another glass for her.

“Thank you,” the girl said, “you seem to be doing better.”

“I guess so,” the rabbit smiled, “maybe the sugar is what I needed.”

“Yeah, must be,” Tori said, eating another bite of cake.

“You know what? I think it’s a little something else too.”

“And what’s that?” Tori asked.

“What do you think, I already know you’ve figured out what I’m going to say.”

“Please, do continue, I like how cheesy you are.”

Chris sighed, “I’m not trying to be . . .”

“I know, I know,” Tori said, putting an arm around the rabbit’s shoulders.

“I- I’ve never been good with flirting, so, I’m sorry if I seem kinda cheesy.”

“It’s fine,” Tori said, “I think it’s kinda cute.”

Chris started blushing, “I- I . . .”

The girl smiled and hugged him, kissing his cheek, “You what?” Chris hesitated and was lost for words, his cheeks becoming redder and redder, but Tori just smiled and curled into him.

Finally he got himself together and put an arm around the girl, kissing her forehead, “Thanks, for everything.”

Tori smiled and kissed him, which just made the rabbit blush harder to a deep red, but he was smiling. He had a huge grin on his face, and he began cuddling the girl, laughing and nuzzling her. He knew she’d begin to giggle and laugh, which only made him happier. He was glad to be with her, not that Jon didn't treat him well, but Tori was different. There was a knock at the door and the two sat up and the end of the bed, their faces still red.

The door swung open, "Everything okay?" It was none other than the king himself, "I heard there was almost a fight."

"Almost, your majesty," Chris said, "That dagger became a sword and Phil got out his claws and fangs and-"

"So long as there was a resolution?" the king asked, receiving and nod from the rabbit, "Very well then, now, Tori, I need you to come with me."

"B-but I- shouldn't I stay here?" the girl asked.

"What on earth for?" the king asked, then he saw the rabbit's shoulders tense and Tori look down at the floor, and he finally noticed the heavy blush the two had on their cheeks, "Oh."

"Jon already know," Chris said.

"He's not mad?"

"I'm sure he is, but he's be doing something to supress his emotions, I know it."

"Tea?"

"Lots of it, with something added to it, I can tell."

"I see . . ." the king sighed, "Chris, as much as I hate doing this, I do have to talk to Tori, alone. I have much to explain to her."

"I understand," the rabbit said, "I think I can take care of myself."

The king smiled, "I'll give you two a minute," and he walked out the door.

"What's going on?!" Tori asked, confused and slightly worried.

"Relax, Will just has somethings he has to explain to you, and maybe teach you about that dagger."

"But what about you?"

Chris smiled and hugged the girl, kissing her forehead, "I'll be fine, I promise, if anything were to happen, I'm sure Jon would be here in a heartbeat."

"But I-"

"I know, but you need to do what Will asks, he is king, and I said I'll be fine." Tori still had a worried look on her face, but Chris gave her a gentle smile, kissing her and letting her go.

Tori left the room, an upset look on her face, but she was greeted by the gentle smile of the king, "I am sorry to interrupt, you must have finally felt relaxed since you came here."

"Kinda," Tori said.

"Again, I apologize, but you want better reason as to why you're here, don't you?"

"Very much so."

"Well then, where to begin? . . . Ah, I know!" Will snapped his fingers and the two were now in the garden, right by the roses, "allow me to start with this." 

Will strained and his ears became pointed, and the butterfly wings on the back of his robes rose and were attached to his back. Tori stared at him in disbelief, but the king smiled at her.

"I'm not as I appear to be, like that dagger of yours. I'm not a human, and to be honest, I'm not even royal blood. I was found as a baby by the king and his wife, and their very young son, my brother."

"Why are you telling me this?!"

"Just listen, I'll get there. I was abandoned as a baby, and the king found me, I'm a very rare hybrid apparently. Part pixie, part Magician or something. And no, pixies are not just small, little, butterfly-like creatures. 

"Anyway, as time went by, the real prince and I grew up and I was the younger of us. I had these pointed ears and wings for a long time while he was just a normal boy. We got along, but he was jealous of my abilities. And once our parents passed on, they left the crown to me, he was furious. He wandered into the bad part of the woods and that's where the demon comes in. My brother was attacked and then possessed, and soon, he took over.

"I tried to maintain order, tried to work with him in a humane and non-violent way, but my options ran dry, and the only thing I had left was to do some research. I dug through the castle's books and found a book, a very special book, which showed me a prophecy. You were my answer, a girl from the surface, a bit of a tomboy, but still feminine when she needs to be.

"This girl would take down my brother's evil reign, without actually killing him, just the demon. It's bizarre, I know, but I ran out of options, and I hate bringing you down here, but I had nowhere else to turn."

Tori had to think about all this for a second, almost none of it made sense, but then again, not much else in this land did.

"It's still some pretty lame reasoning, but I'm here," the girl said, "and if you need me to help, then okay."

"Its honestly doesn't make much sense to me either," the king admitted, "but one thing that does is that you're not used to fighting, nor do you know all the capabilities of that little dagger. I want you to find out, so-" the king took out a necklace, putting it on and extending his arms. His body was covered by vines and spikes, the roses creating an armor around him, "you have to fight me, and also, remove the necklace without slicing my neck. Ready?"

"WHAT?!" Tori screamed, this all seemed mad to her.

"En garde!" the king yelled, extending a set of vines, slicing the girls cheek. Tori lost balance and took a minute to stand back up, her hand on her cheek and the dagger in her hand.

"What are you waiting for?" Will asked, "Fight back!"

"Gladly!" the girl yelled, the dagger now a sword, and aimed right at the king.

[Viva_La_Coldplay]

CHAPTER XXI

Spoiler

I tapped my knuckles nervously on door number 239. I was nervous as hell. Even though we’d cleared up everything between us, things were still a bit… unstable. Y’know, it’s hard when you had a very sensual relationship with someone who has married someone else. Especially when you still fancy him. Yep. Awkward.
From inside the room I heard the sound of a guitar falter. Maybe it was a bad idea to interrupt him when he was jamming… The door opened before I had a chance to rethink.
“Hey Jon,” Chris said gruffly, moving away so I could come in.
“You were expecting me?”
“Yeah.”
His room was almost pitch black, apart from the pale moonlight coming in through the windows. His guitar was leaning up against the bed. The covers were still crisp, unslept in; not that it surprised me, he never slept like a normal person. There was something very sad about it. I didn’t even know why. That was the second time with him it felt like a stupid, corny love movie. I felt like I needed to stay in here and make his world happy again.
“Shouldn’t you get some sleep?” he asked, taking a seat down next to his bed.
“Shouldn’t you?” I countered. I chose the opposite end to him.
“Was Will still pissed when you left?” he asked. My question was completely ignored.
“A bit. He thought you were sick or something.”
Chris nodded, looking off into the distance out the window.
“Are you sick?” I asked. His expression turned to annoyance.
“Jon, what the hell happened?” he sighed, ignoring my question again and rubbing his forehead in frustration.
What did he mean? Did he mean what I thought he meant?
“Wha… what do…” I stuttered.
“What happened at the gig?” he asked. “Why did you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like… like I don’t know what! Fuck Jonny, you looked at me like you… I dunno, you were… gonna die or something!”
His words were so sudden I inhaled quick enough for it to be audible.
“I mean, you just looked… so… sad. It freaked me out,” he added. Seeming dissatisfied with how far away I was, he crawled quickly over and sat cross-legged in front of me. “Are you happy Jon?” he asked, eyebrows creased together with worry.
I blinked. In all honesty – and when pressed with the question – I didn’t know if I was or not. Was I sad? I knew one thing for sure and that was that I was subconsciously yearning for something I couldn’t have. But he couldn’t know that. So I went for the easy option.
“Um… I guess so, yeah.”
“You guess so?” he said incredulously. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I guess I’m happy.”
Chris cursed under his breath. I didn’t see what was so bad about what I’d said.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s just…” He threw his hands in the air in despair. “Fuck. It’s the tour isn’t it? I mean, it’s getting to me too. Y’know, all the different hotel rooms and being in so many places you don’t know, and being away from everyone, and just… just not being normal? Yeah, I get that!”
“Well yeah, but - ”
“And I know you miss Chloe, and everyone says long distance relationships can’t work but I’m sure you’ll work it out with her. Everybody has fights every now and then.”
“Um…”
“You know it’s ok for you to talk to me about it. I’ll understand – well I’ll try and understand.” He paused briefly as if to wait for me to think. But I didn’t know what to think whatsoever. “You know you can trust me,” he added quietly.
There was so much worry in his eyes. I knew what was going through his head: he was sincerely concerned about me. He so desperately wanted to know what I was thinking. But how could I tell the truth?
“You… do trust me, don’t you?” Chris asked timidly.
“Of course! God Chris, of course I do!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t ever think that.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” he pressed. He ran a hand through his hair. My heart skipped. “I swear, I just wanna know, I’m fucking worried about you. Everyone’s worried.”

I couldn’t look him in the eye. It hurt. So, so much. He was so concerned and I couldn’t even tell him not to worry. What kind of a friend was I?
“Is it the tour?” the singer repeated.
“The tour’s fine,” I sighed
“Something to do with Chloe?”
“Chloe’s fine.”
“You’ve had a fight with Guy?”
“You’d know if I’d had a fight with Guy.”
“You’re sick?”
“I’m fine.”
“Something to do with… alcohol?”
“No.”
Suddenly the questions stopped. He went quiet. I glanced at him briefly. In the thin moonlight I saw the lines on his face become unexpectedly evident. His eyes closed.
“Something to do… with… something to do with me?” he murmured.
I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. My cheeks flushed. If there was any chance of me lying to get out of that one, my ridiculous facial expression completely gave it away. I heard my heart pounding in my ears. Chris’ face dropped.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, letting his face fall into his hands.
“No, I – it’s… you’re…” I stuttered.
“Oh fuck… why Jon? Why me?”
“It’s not… what is sounds like.”
“Are you pissed off with me? What did I do? Whatever it was, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
The confusion on his face pained me. It hurt my heart so much. “You didn’t do anything,” I said slowly.
“Then why the fuck are you pissed with me?!”
“I’m not.”
“Jesus christ, what the fuck is the problem then?” His was starting to raise his voice. The last thing I needed was the entire floor hearing about this.
“I… don’t know,” I responded in an attempt to make him less angry. It didn’t work.
“How could you not know?! Fuck, you’re a terrible liar Jonny!”
“Please don’t yell at me.”
“Just tell me the fucking truth!”
“I can’t! I just… I just can’t.”
Chris was on his feet now. I’d never seen him so angry. “Why the fuck not?! I’m your best friend and if you have a problem with me, I wanna know what it is!”
“There isn’t a problem, I just can’t tell you.”
“Bullshit Jon, bullshit. You can tell me, you know that!” he yelled.
“If I tell you will you stop yelling?”
“Yes! I’m only fucking yelling because I’m worried about you!’

Sort of twisted logic if you ask me.

His chest was rising and falling quickly. Boy, was he pissed off. I couldn’t really see how he was worried about me, it seemed more like he wanted to kill me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to tell Chris the truth? I couldn’t, surely…

But my mind was thinking something different to my mouth. The words flowed out of it like a bloody tap.
“I love you,” I spluttered.

Oh fuck.
Did that come out how it sounded?
Shit.
It did. I just told Chris that I loved him. Sweet mother of god.
No, I couldn’t have said it. It didn’t happen, I was just imagining it. For a moment I snapped my eyes open and then shut again. In the tiny millisecond they were open I caught a glimpse of the singer’s face. His expression said it all.

It did happen. Those three horrid, repulsive words had come flying out of my mouth like there was no tomorrow.

I’d just told Chris Martin that I loved him.

After what felt like an eternity, he spoke.
“You… you what?” he asked, voice breaking with his words.
“I er… love you,” I muttered. I opened my eyes to see his anger disappearing rapidly. He blinked, running a hand over his brow.
“You love me?” he repeated in disbelief.

I nodded slowly. Chris didn’t respond. His expression had changed to one resembling bewilderment as he sat back down on the bed. His figure looked soft in the moonlight. He placed his slim hands either sides of his thighs. I could see the lines on his fingers from where he was always playing that guitar. His wedding ring was practically invisible. I felt my heart stop beating for a moment. He was so, so beautiful. A lump rose in my throat. I needed that man more than I needed air.
“I… wow. Um… ok,” he said eventually. “I… don’t know what to say.”
“I’m so sorry Chris,” I whispered.
“No no, don’t be sorry. I just… I dunno.”
His head fell into his hands in what appeared to be despair. He let silence hang over us for a few moments more before speaking again. I was bloody scared of what he thought of me. “How long?” he asked slowly.
I shrugged shyly. “Since we broke up, I guess.”
“Fuck… why didn’t you tell me before?”
Was he actually out of his mind?
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
He was. Definitely. He actually thought it would’ve been a good idea for me to tell him. It was official: he’d lost it.

“Jon,” Chris said seriously, “please don’t be angry with me.”
“I’m not, I’m the one who’s the jerk.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Jonny. Just hear me out ok?” He pushed his chest out in a manly sort of way, as if he was preparing to undertake something that took enormous strain. “I would like to – no, I’d love to – but…” He sighed deeply. “We can’t do it. Not this time. And I know you’re gonna be pissed at me, but I’m just too… too scared to go behind her back again.”
“I’m not asking you to go behind her back. Wait a second, does that mean you love me too?”
“I know, but I have a daughter Jon. I can’t cheat. Not again.”
“I’m not asking you to, but do you love me?”
“Then why?” he pressed. He was absolutely ignoring what I was asking. “Why are you in love with me?”
“I don’t fucking know do I? Jesus Chris, I shouldn’t have fucking told you.”
That was it, enough was enough. I was done talking to him about something he clearly didn’t understand, so I climbed off the bed and headed for the door. He grabbed my arm as I walked past.
“No no no, I didn’t mean it Jonny, I’m sorry!”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah it does, if it matters to you then it matters to me.”
“Clearly you couldn’t care less about what matters to me, or wouldn’t have left me in the first place.”

My words came out a lot crueller than I intended. There was no kindness in my tone. I was talking how I would to somebody I despised, only this was my best friend.

Chris’ grip tightened on my arm. I didn’t need to see to know I’d just shattered him. He was shattered and his heart was shattered. Silence hung thick in the room. My words lingered in the air. I didn’t know if I regretted them until he spoke.
“You… you think I… don’t care about you?” he murmured. “How could you possibly ever think that?”
Due to a lack of knowing quite what to say back to that, I simply shrugged. Boy, was I being a bitch.
“You matter to me more than anyone in the world,” he said, composing himself a little but still holding onto my arm. “Don’t ever think that, please Jonny. I care about you so much, even if we’re not… not together.” When I didn’t respond again, he swore heatedly. “Fucking hell, what do I have to do to make you believe me? What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m married, and you’re trying to have kids. Seriously Jonny, if we weren’t in this situation it might be a bit easier, but really? I can’t do anything other than tell you how sorry I am.”
There was a short silence. In the soft moonlight Chris’ eyes were pleading with me for forgiveness, but at the same time I could see something else there. Shit, what was that look? It wasn’t anger, not really sadness… come on Jonny, he’s looked at you like this before…

Before I had a proper chance to decipher what exactly he was trying to tell me, he had jumped up and was hugging me like there was no tomorrow.

That was when the guilt set in. I felt beyond terrible. Had I really been that heartless? Who was I kidding – Chris cared about me more than he cared about himself. Even if he didn’t love me, he still liked me. Was that good enough?
After we’d cleared things up a bit with the hug, he handed me his spare guitar and sat next to his bed facing the window. I took a seat next to him as he strummed the strings furiously. We spent the rest of the night jamming. I didn’t ask why he never gave me a definite answer.

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05.03.2009 ♥ 31.07.2011
♥ 13.11.12 ♥ 15.11.12 ♥ 17.11.12 ♥
18.11.12 ♥ 21.11.12

[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 17:

Spoiler

"What is Will doing?" Phil asked, looking outside to see the king and Tori in the garden, something surrounding them.

"Time shield," the Hatter said, "My guess is that he's training Tori for when she has to kill that demon, and showing off how powerful his hybridness is."

"That's not a word."

"I'm mad, do you really think I give a shit?"

"What's he doing?!" Chris asked, walking awkwardly out of his room.

"Ah, Chris, you're an adult again, not to mention dizzy," Phil said, "and Will has taken your girlfriend under his wing for a bit of training, literally."

"Oh, lovely," Chris said, "God I hope he's not too hard on her."

"You've gone soft."

"Shut up," the rabbit turned to the mad man, "Is she alright?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine," the Hatter smiled.

". . . Why should I trust you? You're a mad man."

"Ah, true as that may be, a mad man is never wrong."

"What a bunch of bull, especially now that you're supressing your madness with I don't know what, but you aren't yourself, J!"

"I'm doing it because you told me to be on my best behavior, and it's no different than a hyperactive child taking medication to surpress their ADD."

"Taking what to suppress huh?"

"Oh, right, surface stuff, never mind."

"Whatever, I just hope she's okay."

"Bunny boy is in love with a human girl," Phil said, disappearing just before Chris could get at him.

Chris did try to jump at him, falling face first onto the floor, and he was furious. That cat had called him enough names and created enough problems, and he couldn't help his temper. The Hatter helped him up and sat the rabbit up on the windowsill, sitting next to him.

"Chris, calm down, you know he's just trying to get to you," the mad man said, a hand on the rabbit's shoulder.

"It's working!!" Chris yelled, stamping his foot, "I am not in love with her!!"

"Christopher, look me in the eye and say that."

"Jon, don't do this, c'mon, you know I'm-"

"You are, it's written all over your face, liar."

"B-but Jon, I-"

"I don't want to hear it," the Hatter said, "I know it, you know it, and you're in denial."

"What about you?! You know that I still love you, right?"

"I know," the Hatter said, going along with him, "but you haven't really met a girl like Tori before, have you?"

"Well, I mean, I've been around women before and stuff but . . ."

"None of them are like her?"

"As corny as it sounds, yeah."

"The body of a thirty year old, and yet the mind of a teenager," the Hatter said, "which does make sense."

"What do you mean?" the rabbit asked.

"Chris, you know exactly what I'm talking about, as old as you are as a rabbit, your appearance as a human does not match you. For all I know, your pervious look is closer to how old you are as a human."

"And yet I'm still the equivalent of a thirty five year old man as a rabbit?"

"Pretty much, and usually, your intellect matches, but I haven't seen you like this . . . ever."

"What?"

"Cute, cuddly, charming, need I go on?"

"You don't remember the last time I did it, genius. I did it when we met and were getting to know each other."

The Hatter thought for a moment and it finally hit him, "Oh yeah, I remember that now, sorry."

"Of course, now you remember," the rabbit sighed, "I dunno Jon, I just-"

"Look, I hate saying this, but I know that you'll be happy about it. As much as I love you, Tori isn't here forever, I on the other hand . . . well, it feels like I have been. As long as she's here, stay with her."

"But Jon-"

"Take it before I change my mind. I know I said I hate it, but I also hate seeing you so upset. I'll manage, okay?"

The rabbit smiled and hugged the mad man, kissing his cheek, "I love you."

"I know you do," the Hatter said, putting his arm around the rabbit and kissing him, "Mind if I keep you while she's busy?"

"Would I ever say no?" The Hatter laughed and the two ran off.

Despite what it may seem, the Hatter and the king were very close friends and well . . . the mad man did have a room reserved for him, one where no curious cats could get in. And what happened next . . . I think you can all guess.

EDIT - Part 18:

Spoiler

"This is impossible!!" Tori yelled, panting and covered in scratches and dirt, "How do you expect me to-"

"Figure it out!" Will yelled, extending another braid of thorned vines at her. 

Tori slashed at the vines, cutting them before they had the chance to hit her. She was weak, tired, and sick of the training, but she managed to defend herself.

"You're all defense, dear girl! You need to fight back eventually."

"I- I don't want to fight you!!"

"Too bad!" The king charged and rammed the girl in the gut, the rose thorns ripping her shirt and cutting her skin, "You're only going to keep getting hurt if you don't!"

"Please, I want to stop!"

"Do you think a demon will give you a time out?! NO!! And if you don't fight back you'll end up dead!!" 

"You'd kill me training?!"

"If need be."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Tori charged and swung the sword, cutting through the vine armor, "YOU'D BE WILLING TO KILL THE PERSON WHO IS SUPPOSED TO SAVE YOU BEFORE SHE HAS THE CHANCE?!" Each word was another swing and another break, the king managing to not be hit, and he noticed she was working at his neck.

Tori was in his face, dagger under the necklace, "Can we be done now?"

"If you can cut the necklace off, yes, but until then," Will shoved the girl away from him, vines regrowing around the areas where the king's clothes were exposed, "you have to keep fighting."

Tori hesitated, taking in what had just happened, but she took the dagger and started to slash and fight, and Will was more than happy to fight back. 

Now, I won't bore you with the details, but after what felt like an eternity, Tori did manage to get the necklace, and Will decided not to continue with any further training. Tori was pretty beat up, and it was high time for the two to get a drink and something to eat.

Now, just before Will finished his training lesson, Chris and the Hatter had . . . cleaned up, considering the events that had happened just before. A long bath felt relaxing for the two, but Chris had decided to get up and get dressed before the mad man did.

The rabbit had his hair down and the curls were starting to dry. He hadn't completely dressed, his tie hung around his neck and his vest was open. The rabbit decided his hair was dry enough to tie it back, and once he did it was a mistake.

"NOW!!" he heard, and he felt something grab his hair and pull the ribbon back.

"H-hey! Let go!!" Chris yelled, but it was no use. He felt something come down and slice the ponytail off.

"Much better," he heard from behind him, "still got the curls too!"

"Who the hell-" Chris said, feeling the back of his head. He turned and saw three children, pointed ears, wings, and they began giggling, "Your mother put you up to this, didn't she?"

"Sorry, Mr. Rabbit," one of the children said, "mummy's orders."

"Yes, and you three did very well," came another voice, "Honestly Christopher, I don't know why you even had that thing." It was a woman, pointed ears and wings, just like the kids.

"It was something different, your majesty," the rabbit said, "however, I'd appreciate it if you didn't have your children come after me for a hair cut."

The woman laughed, "Yes, well, where's my husband?"

"I think he's in the garden, he's-"

"Right here," the king said, walking into the room.

"DADDY!!" the children cried, gathering around the king.

The family were busy and then Tori came in, scratched and sore, the dagger hanging loosely from her hand.

"Tori!" Chris said, surprised by her apperance. He ran over to her and took the dagger, "What have you been up to?!"

"F- fighting," the girl said, "I'm tired."

"I can imagine," Chris took the girl's hand, "C'mon, let's go."

"Wait," the woman called, "where do you think you're going in that outfit, child?!"

"To bed," Tori muttered, leaning on the rabbit, about ready to fall over.

"Dear, look, she's tired and does need her rest," Will said.

"The minute she gets up, I want her with me, she needs a proper dress!!"

"You do realize she's not from here, at all, and is meant to save us, right?" Chris asked.

"I don't care who she is! She needs a dress!!"

Tori stood up and looked straight at the woman, "Put me in a dress and I swear I will-"

"How dare you speak to me that way!!"

"Why? What's the matter? It's not like you're the queen or anything."

"Actually, I am," the woman said, "and I don't like your attitude."

Tori stared at the queen with wide eyes, "I'm sorry your majesty, but I-"

"Her temper is short, she hates dresses and needs rest," Will cut in, "I'm sure Tori didn't mean to be so snippy, right?"

"Not at all," the girl said.

"See? We'll work this out later, okay? Let her rest."

The queen looked the girl up and down, then sighed, "Alright, fine, but I will have to get you something nicer to wear, even if it's just a new pair of trousers and a plain blouse."

"Thank you," the girl said, "I really am sorry."

"We'll discuss it later, get some rest."

Tori smiled and Chris took her hand, taking her to the room where they were before, "You really do need some sleep, huh?"

"Oh yeah, Will kept me training for what felt like an eternity and-"

"You were only gone for about two hours," Chris said.

"Say what now?"

"Look, I'll explain it later, but you need some rest." 

Tori sat on the bed, flicking off her shoes and laying down, letting out a heavy sigh, "So tired!!"

"Then have a nap!! You haven't really slept since earlier this morning."

"Earlier this morning?!"

"Time is different here, it was really early in the morning when I brought you!"

"Oh, whatever, I just need some sleep." Tori rolled over and curled up, shutting her eyes and trying to sleep. Chris smiled and pulled the covers over the girl, hugging her and kissing her forehead.

Chris left the room, leaving the door ever so slightly open. He was still smiling, he was happy to see Tori was okay, mostly, and that she wasn't in too much trouble with the queen.

[coldplayer#16]

Forgive my absence, been quite a while and this chapter may not be a very strong one (or make that much sense) because of that fact. But, moving on, lets get to the story now, hmm?

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 19:

Spoiler

"Mr. Rabbit," Chris heard, "who is that girl?" It was the little voice of the prince, his innocent eyes staring up at the rabbit.

"Well, you know that story your dad keeps telling you and your sisters, about that girl that's coming to save us?" The boy nodded, "That's her."

The prince raised an eyebrow, "Her?"

"Yes sir, problem?"

"No, I just thought it was a story." The little prince vanished, and very shortly after, he could hear him screaming for his father. Chris felt bad, but he had to find out eventually, right?

Tori woke up when she heard the boy scream, "Okay, who in God's name is yelling like a fu-"

"Okay, you're up," Chris said, cutting Tori off, "That was actually the prince, just don't worry about him, he's just a kid."

"What is he, five?"

"More or less," the rabbit said.

Tori took a minute to respond, and after a long pause, she finally said, "You look different."

"I do?" the rabbit asked.

"Yeah, hair cut?"

"Oh, that, it was the prince and his sisters. Their mother told them to, and fankly, I will never understand the queen and her methods, but what she says goes. Whatever works, I guess."

"Huh. Well, it looks nice," the girl said, smiling at the rabbit.

Chris smiled and blushed, "Thanks. Now, weren't you going to have a nap?" 

Tori looked down and blushed slightly, but the rabbit laughed. He put a hand out and tucked some stray hairs behind the girl's ear to get her attention. The girl looked up at him and saw he was smiling. She smiled back at him, making the rabbit laugh again. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Tori hugged him, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Chris smiled and hugged her back, "Can't be nice to someone?"

"You know what I mean!"

The rabbit blushed and shrugged, "Dunno. Does it really matter?"

"I guess not."

Chris smiled and began nuzzling the girl, causing her to laugh. Chris worked his way up her neck and kissed her cheek a few times. Tori smiled and kissed his cheek, curling into him and a heavy blush resting on her cheeks.

"C'mon, you're tired," Chris said, "go have a nap and I'll be up to check on you later. Okay?"

Tori yawned and nodded at him with a smile. Chris smiled back at her and nuzzled her one more time before letting her go. He knew she'd be out for a while, so it gave him time to wander and just think.

However, allow me to back up the story a second. It wasn't just the king and the hatter and his friends watching out for Tori, there was one other person who had his eyes on her. In a palace on the other side of the land was the home of William's brother, who did have a look into his brother's home.

"So, he's found her, eh?" The other king whistled and a large, red bird flew in and landed on his arm, "Observe the girl's behavior, all her actions and relations, I want full advantage."

The bird cawwed and flew away, heading straight for Tori and the white king's home. 
 
The other king smirked, "My poor little brother," he said, sipping from a wine glass, "you will be ready for me, won't you?"

EDIT - Part 20:

Spoiler

Tori was out cold and didn't notice something come into the room, a figure filled the door frame and cast a long shadow into the room. It was a person, the hatter to be exact, and he was just curious as to where the girl had run off to.

"She seems so calm now," he muttered, "Best leave her to sleep." The mad man turned and shut the door, but he heard a moan from inside the room. It was Tori, but she was just turning over and facing the hatter. Her mouth was jaded and she had an arm out and her hand dangled over the edge of the bed.

The mad man smiled and left the door open a crack, letting just a strip of light into the room, and he turned to see Chris standing right in front of him.

The Hatter jumped, "Good God Chris! You scared me!"

"Sorry," the rabbit laughed, "I was just gonna check on Tori, she's been out for a little over an hour."

"I just checked, she's still out."

"Oh, you sure?"

"Possitive, she moaned, rolled over, and fell back to sleep."

"Oh," the rabbit seemed slightly disappointed.

The mad man thought and hugged the rabbit, "how about some tea?"

"You and tea, I swear, I can never pull you away from the thought of that damn kettle," Chris laughed, "but why not?"

The Hatter smiled and walked to the kitchen, the rabbit following not too far behind, and that's when there was a noise from Tori's room. Chris turned, it was just another moan, but the rabbit saw the hatter had stopped.

"Go, just meet me in the kitchen, okay?"

Chris smiled and ran back to the girl's room, opening the door and walking in carefully, trying to not make any noise. He knealt down and saw the girl's eyebrows down and her movements were violent. Chris grabbed her arms and cradled her, kissing her forehead. He felt the girl's arms around him all of a sudden, even though she was still asleep. Chris managed to slip away, Tori's grip was not tight, and he ran back to the hatter.

The Hatter smiled and took the rabbit's hand, kissing his cheek, "You're a teddybear, you know?"

"I'm a softie, okay?" Chris said, blushing slightly.

"I know, just- BIRD!!" the Hatter yelled, seeing the red bird, "Get to Tori, NOW!!" Chris turned and ran off, slamming the door behind him, and waking Tori up. 

"What's going on?!" she yelled.

"SHH, keep quiet and it won't get to you," Chri said, grabbing the girl and holding her close.

"Someone's clingy," Tori said, "but what's-"

"DIE RED BEAST!!" they heard from outside, and then a loud screech. The bird grew in size, ready to take the Hatter out, but it's common knowledge you can't kill a mad man, even with a guillotine, so there's really no point in trying. 

There was loud screech again and then a slashing noise, followed quickly by a splash, and the screech came again, weaker this time, and the two heard the wings beating away.

"AND STAY OUT, YOU BLOODY BIRD!!" the mad man called, opening the door, "Everyone alright?"

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD JUST HAPPENED?!" Tori yelled, and then she saw the talons coming back for a second go at the Hatter. Tori let out a high scream and the Hatter turned and sliced at the beast's foot, and the bird burst into ash.

"Pheonix," the Hatter muttered, "a very odd one, but a spy none-the-less. Everyone okay?"

"I dunno, J," Chris said, looking at Tori. Shed gone plae and was shaking.

"Stay here," the Hatter said, "I'll be back with something to help."

"No opium!!" Chris called, "OR ANY DRUGS!!"

The Hatter was gone and probably didn't hear him, but his attention quickly shifted once he felt the girl's arms wrap tightly around him and that she buried her head into his shoulder.

Chris just rocked slightly, cradling the girl and rubbing the her back, humming a random tune to try and calm her down. That bird was after her, they all knew it, and it can really mess with your head when some crazy monster bird is after you.

"What's going on?!" the rabbit heard, turning to see the king and his family staring at the destruction. 

"Pheonix," Chris said, "a spy from your brother, I'm guessing."

"He knows," Will said, "GUARDS!!" the king was met by 2 men in armor and spears in their arms, "Ready my men, we're going to war."

"War?" the rabbit asked.

"My brother will stop at nothing to make sure he stays on top, including killing anything in his way. You've seen the damage he's caused already, he killed your family, and for all I know, he poisoned our parents' wine so he could rule. He's had it coming, and if it's a war he wants, he'll get one."

"B-but I thought you wanted to avoid this!"

"I did, but I'm a desperate man, Chris. I have nowhere else to turn, that's why Tori's here. He's tried to get rid of her, or at least his lackey did, and that's enough reason for me. He wants to fight, fine, we'll fight!"

The king sped off and Chris could feel Tori's grip tighten, she was scared even more so now, as was he. He just held her and kept rubbing her back, kissing her forehead and trying to comfort her.

The Hatter came back with a tray of teas and treats, "What'd I miss?"

[coldplayer#16]

Coldplay in Wonderland

Part 21:

Spoiler

"J, I think you needed to be here to-" Chris began, and he swallowed hard, "I-I just-"

"What'd Will say?" the Hatter asked, "Something I ought to know?"

"We're going to war." The rabbit felt Tori's arms tighten around him. He kissed the girl's forehead again, "I know."

The Hatter's eyes widened, he never thought he'd live to see, and fight through, another war. He sighed and took a minute to gather his thoughts, which were limited at the moment. The gears in the Hatter's head were twisting and grinding, and even with some screws loose, the mad man knew he and the others had little to nothing left to do but fight.

"I want to go home," Tori finally said in a weak voice.

"Oh God please don't say that!!" Chris cried, letting the girl go, "We need you, Tori, do you not get that?!"

"Frankly, I'm still half sure why I'm even here!" the girl said, tears swelling in her eyes, "I don't want to end up dead! My family won't know what happened to me and-"

"Stop, both of you, you're acting like children," the Hatter said somlenly.

"I AM A CHILD!!" Tori snapped, "You all keep calling me one, so-"

"So nothing," the mad man said, pouring himself some tea, "We all just need to keep a level head and wait for tomorrow morning, something tells me Will is coming up with some last minute alternative we can use instead of just launching immediately into war, he's good at last minute problem solving."

"You sure, J?" the rabbit asked, "Even Will can't just come up with another way around this."

"Will always comes up with something, and I will happily fight for him, even if I have to turn myself in first to do so."

Chris' eyes widened, "Are you m- . . . daft?!"

"Quite," the Hatter said, "and I'm dead serious. Now shut up and make some tea before the water goes cold."

"Tea? At a time like this?!" Tori barked, "ARE YOU MAD?!"

"What's my name? The what Hatter?"

Tori thought about it and she found what she'd said sound rather ridiculous, "Alright, alright."

The Hatter grabbed a teacup and poured the girl a cup, fixing it for her and everything. He made a cup for Chris and brought the cups over to the two. Tori took a sip and it was nice and sweet, but when she heard the rabbit starting to cough. She turned and saw he was changing back to his teenage body.

The Hatter smiled and got up, "I'll leave you two alone."

Chris grabbed his jacket before he left, "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Relax, I'm making Tori relax a little and letting you have some fun."

"WHAT?!"

"I don't mean like that, you moron." Tori fell over to the rabbit's side, her head on his shoulder, "I see the relaxant has kicked in."

"The what?"

The mad man smiled and reached into his pocket, "This," he pulled out an odd blue powder and blew the handful into the rabbit's face. Chris coughed again and waved a hand in front of him, "I think you both need to chill out and leave the battle plans to the adults."

"Wh- what do you mean by-" Chris fell back, "What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing, nothing my dear boy," the mad man said, turning Chris to lay at the head of the bed, Tori falling next to him, "Surprise takes a lot out of a person, and Tori's had lots of that. Her body is basically . . . 'shutting down' for a while, rebuilding its strength, and there's something us humans have about having something, or someone, by us when that happens."

"So you want me to basically be her teddybear?"

"More or less. Besides, you haven't been sleeping well, my little insomniac."

"Who're you calling little?"

The Hatter laughed and kissed the rabbit's forehead, "Shut up and have a nap, you and her both need one, clear your heads a bit, yeah?"

"I guess," Chris said with a yawn. 

"Get some sleep, okay? Both of you will need it."

"You're just setting me up now, aren't you?"

The Hatter laughed and walked out of the room, leaving the rabbit and the girl alone. Tori was only half awake, and the mad man made a lot of sense, which is strange. He was right, Tori was usually not this tired, but she'd been through a lot in what felt like a short amount of time, so that kind of explained why she was so tired. 

She felt the rabbit roll over and face her, his arm moving and resting at her waist. She was a little surprised by this, but he brought her in close and kissed her forehead, letting his head rest and eyes close. Tori looked up and smiled, squeezing the rabbit and cuddling into him.

"You  heard all of that, didn't you?" she heard him ask. Tori nodded and heard the rabbit laugh, sinking so he was face to face with her, "You're cute." He kissed her and shut his eyes again, trying to get some sleep. He felt Tori kiss his cheek and curl into him again, shutting her eyes and drifting off.

"Alright, so, do we have any plan of attack?" the Hatter asked, strolling into a long corridor to the king, who had a scroll open.

"Trying to avoid it, and I actually think we have a way of avoid a full on war, just a major battle," the king said, "I just don't know if you and your boys can handle it, with Tori I mean."

"Oh, please, she'll be fine," the Hatter said, "she learns quick, and I'm sure if we get captured-"

"That's exactly what you'll be doing."

"Excuse me? Are you finally taking my advice, William?"

The king smiled, "Yes, yes I am; I'm thinking like a mad man."

[Viva_La_Coldplay]

Guess what time it is?

Spoiler

IT'S STORY TIME

CHAPTER XXII

Spoiler

At breakfast the morning after, it was absolutely pelting with rain. I stumbled down to the buffet (due to my severe lack of sleep) and straight away spotted Guy seated at a table next to the window. He looked pissed. Great. What a wonderful way to start the day. I readied myself as best possible and approached him.
“Morning,” I greeted. He gave what appeared to be a forced smile and indicated for me to sit down.
“And what a spectacular day it is,” he said sarcastically as I took a seat opposite.
“Why?”
“Are you kidding? Look at this fucking rain.”
I glanced out the window at the torrent of water pouring down over the people in suits outside. I almost laughed. What a scumbag I was.
“I was gonna swim in the pool today,” Guy continued miserably.
“Well… you still could.”
“Yeah, if I wanted to get hypothermia.”
We shared a laugh. It was looking like another boring day. A few minutes later Will joined us, coffee in hand.
“Good morning Jon,” he smiled.
“Morning.”
“How’s Chris? Still pissy?”
“Don’t think so. He was angrier with me than you anyway.”
“Why was he angry with you?” asked Guy.
“Um… long story.”
“Oh tell us, go on. We wanna know!”
“Er, I don’t think so, no.”
He raised a dark eyebrow suspiciously, which I ignored to create mystery and went to find something to eat. When I stopped at the buffet a young, dark haired waiter greeted me.
“Good morning sir,” he smiled. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Yeah, espresso thanks.”
He nodded and flicked his hair back. I wish my hair looked like that… mine was way too thin to look that good. I felt my cheeks flush when I realised how jealous my thoughts were. Grow up, Jon…
A female waitress was serving me some scrambled eggs when Chris suddenly appeared next to me.

“I bloody hate rain,” he muttered angrily.
Oh good, that’s just what I needed: two people complaining.
“And a fine morning to you too,” I replied.
“All my plans are ruined,” he continued, looking up to the heavens as if all hope was lost.
“You had plans?”
He shot me a dangerous look before saying: “well I can’t make any now, can I?”
With a smile I handed him a chocolate croissant from the basket of cakes. “You need sugar.”
“Damn fucking right I need sugar.”
We went back to the table and instantly I saw Guy was happier. Thank god I didn’t need to deal with two of them…
“Did you see the hot waitress?” he asked me excitedly.
“Um…”
“What, are you kidding?” The disbelief on his face was so comical I almost laughed. “She was like… whoa!”
“Sorry, missed her.”
“She served you at the buffet and you missed her? God, there’s something seriously wrong with you.” He turned to Will. “Did you see her?”
“Yep.”
“And she was hot right?”
“Yep.”
“So it’s not just me. It must be just you.”
I looked over my shoulder to the girl who served me at the buffet. She was alright, but nothing special. To be honest I was more impressed with the male waiter’s hair. Actually, jealous was the better word… I turned back to the fellas and shrugged. “She’s ok.”
That didn’t register with Guy. He blinked at me like I’d just slapped him across the face. Will rolled his eyes at the bassist and turned to Chris.

“Morning mate,” he greeted, “I was just telling Guy there’s a football match on today. We should go.”
“Yeah, that’d be great!” I responded. Any excuse to drink too much beer. I grinned at Chris as if to say “we can forget about last night”. He looked uneasy.
“Really? Like… all of us? Together?” he asked apprehensively.
“C’mon Chris, no one’s gonna know who we are,” Guy said.
“And if we get mobbed?” he retorted, almost as if he was trying to pick a fight.
“We’re not gonna get mobbed you pillock,” interjected Will. “Besides, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

The singer looked from Will to me, his mind clearly ticking over how he would handle being in a public place with all of us. He sort of shrugged at me as if to get my approval. I smiled. “It’d be fun,” I told him. “Plus you can have more sugar.”
“And beer,” added Guy.
Chris pursed his lips. It was a difficult decision, I could tell. I understood where he was coming from: out of all of us he got the most attention from paparazzi and was the most likely to be targeted if we went out. But he knew we’d protect him if we did get into that situation. There wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do for him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do.
After a few more moments of consideration, he nodded. “I guess it’d be ok,” he said slowly. “I mean… it can’t be that bad.”
“Of course not,” Will said. “You’re worrying too much.”
“I s’pose… but if we get mobbed - ”
“We won’t! Jesus Chris, you’re such a bloody pessimist.”
He shot Will a threatening stare before tucking into his chocolate croissant enthusiasm not dissimilar to a starved animal. The drummer and I exchanged a look of “I-can’t-believe-he-actually-agreed”. I shrugged slightly, and began to eat my breakfast. I swear, we never did anything as a group. Especially not with Chris.




As it turned out, going to the football match was probably the best thing we’d done in a long time. It didn't matter that none of us actually knew the teams that were playing. Personally, I just needed something to get my mind off my confession to Chris.
We found some seats under cover to the left of the stadium, Will and Guy instantly shot off to find drinks. Chris sat down next to me. When I met his crystal blue eyes, he smiled.
“Hey man, I’m sorry about last night,” I said. That’s right Jon, be cool. Be cool. Chris shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied. “I’m not angry with you.”
“I know, but… y’know. I feel bad.”
“Well don’t. I mean, I love you man, so you shouldn’t feel bad about telling me stuff.”
“Even stuff like that?”
Chris chewed his lip thoughtfully. I watched his eyes scanning the crowd of people down below as he searched for an answer. “No,” he said eventually. “No, I don’t mind. At least you were honest!”

He looked back to me, and a smiled crossed his lips. The smile turned into a grin. And the grin turned into a laugh. “I’m flattered man,” he laughed, “that you care about me that much, y’know.”
“I thought for sure you’d either hate me…”
“I’d never hate you! You know that.” He gave me a playful shove. I giggled like a girl. That only made him laugh more.
“That was really gay,” he cackled.
“Shut up Martin.”
“Sorry, sorry! It’s just… gay.” He took a deep breath to stop himself from laughing. “Sorry Jay. Carry on.”
“Anyway, I thought you’d either hate me or think I was a total pillock.”
“Well obviously I don’t think that either.” He put a slim arm around me. “You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what,” he said seriously. “Even if you didn’t like me, or you left the band, or you hit Guy… no matter what you do, I’m not gonna leave you. Ever. And, y’know, forever’s a long time. But you’re you, so it’s something I have to commit to.”

Suddenly the world was lifted off my shoulders. And suddenly the pain I’d been feeling for all those months disintegrated. He didn’t want to anything more than what we had – the best friendship in the world – and that was I ok. I was ok with that.
The strength he showed and how he handled the situation just made something click. Such a massive lead up, and so much suffering… now he got it and I got it. An understanding that went deeper than just a little friendship.

That was it.
My crush was gone.
I loved him, but as my best friend.

It felt so good, and I hadn’t been happier in years.
I wanted to stand up and yell it at the top of my lungs: “Chris Martin is my best friend!”.
But I’d probably look like a right git, so instead I settled on just grinning like a loon for the remainder of the day.

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