If there's going to be a Best Fanfic Writer of 09....
I'd like to win.
If you're curious about my stories feel free to PM me. Anything to help get your vote!
And if there isn't, completely ignore this.
EDIT: Here's one pretty long one that's a good example of my writing.
My eyes opened to complete darkness. I felt my face pressed up against something soft, that smelled like strong fabric softener. There was a cool draft on my back, and I realized it was completely bare. Something was wrong about this picture. Suddenly, I felt another presence in the room. When I turned my head a few inches, this sharp throbbing hit my brain like a ton of bricks. All I could think was that someone must be stabbing me in the head. I moaned loudly in pain. “Guy? Good morning.” a soft, innocent voice said to my right. I looked up into bright light, and my eyes couldn’t focus well. When I adjusted, I saw a beautiful blonde woman standing at the foot of the bed. By the smell and the sheet covers, I realized it wasn’t my bed. She looked awfully familiar. Her hair was perfectly straight, she was dressed in a navy blue business suit, and had this look on her face like I was a piece of dirt on a perfectly white rug. “G’ morning.” I mumbled softly back.
There was a silence while we both thought of what to say. I looked around the room a little, and all I could see was spotless white furniture, and my bare back. “I’m naked.” was the most intelligent thing I could say.
“Did we have sex?” I whispered.
She made that disgusted face again as I tried as hard as I could to remember her name. I noticed an envelope on the end table addressed to ‘Diane Owens’. That was it.
“You want to go get breakfast?”
“Okay.” she tried to smile.
We sat in this fancy diner in West Hollywood in silence. I ordered toast, she just got water, claiming she felt queasy. “So, um.” my voice shook. “I know this is weird to ask you after… well… everything that’s happened but… what do you do?”
She furrowed her brow. “I’m a lawyer.” she chuckled. “We, um. We talked about this last night.”
I felt my face get red and heated. “Right. Sorry. Having trouble remembering.”
More fucking silence.
“Did I tell you what I do?”
Her smile was beautiful. “I know what you do. My sister is a big fan of yours.”
I smiled weakly when her face suddenly paled. I noticed a tall, fit man with short and messy black hair walking up to our table. “Diane.” he laughed, I noticed an accent of some sort. “What are you doing here?” he smiled at me. Smile back, you idiot.
Her eyes were wide, and her face was white. “Charlie, hi. I’m just here with a client. Guy Berryman, this is my husband Charlie Owens.”
My stomach flipped.
I busted through the front door of the stadium to find Will, Jonny and Chris hanging around for me in front of the stage. Chris’s daughter Apple was sitting on his lap, playing with some sort of doll. “It’s about time.”
“Not really in the mood for that.” I snapped. “Didn’t have such a great night last night.”
Will furrowed his brow. “What happened?”
“Well, I met this girl at this bar.”
“Uh-oh.” Chris grinned, and put his hands over his daughter’s tiny ears. “Continue.”
“Long story short, we got really drunk and I woke up naked in her house. Oh, and I met her husband this morning.”
The three of them were silent as their eyes bulged simultaneously. Chris looked at Jon, Jon looked at Will, and Will looked up at me. “Are you serious?” he chuckled.
I noticed Jon and Chris trying to hold back laughter. Instead of laughing as well, I just got angry. “Come on, guys. It’s not funny.”
“It kind of is.” Jon chuckled. “Seriously Guy, you can’t help but laugh.”
“If this guy ever finds out, he’s going to murder me.”
“What does he look like?” Chris asked, playfully pulling at his daughter’s golden locks. She giggled loudly and smiled up at him with bright blue eyes.
“He’s tall, fit and British. Might as well be perfect, right?” I jumped onto the stage and grabbed by bass.
“Guy, you couldn’t have known.” Jon smiled sympathetically. “She… she um, what do the kids call it?”
“She played you.” Will said.
“That’s it.” Jon said, shaking a pointer finger. “She played you, Guy.”
My heart sunk. And for some reason, I felt like I needed to defend her. “But.” My voice cracked as I looked into the distance for an answer. “But I really feel like we got along.”
“The alcohol made you feel like you got along.” Chris said as Apple nodded, pretending to know what we were talking about.
Scenes of last night were coming back to me now. She was wearing a red dress, and must’ve had at lest seven Cosmos while I was there. We talked for hours. And that night. She was so amazing. And so married. Then I got angry. “Let’s just fucking play guys.”
Chris’s eyes bulged. “Watch the language!”
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
My fingers danced across the neck of his bass. It’d been what, seven, eight weeks since things happened with Diane? No call. No visit. Nothing. I had to get over it somehow, and I knew the way wasn’t alcohol.
I decided to go to Chris’s house. His wife was out of town filming some sort of movie or something, so, I knew I wasn’t going to be around that happy little loving family thing that I had to deal with every day. When I got to the front door, he was just walking out with his two kids. “Hey, Guy, what are you doing here?” he chuckled, adjusting his green military hat.
“Did I come at a bad time?” I asked, smiling at his kids who were now running around him, screaming like tea kettles.
“No.” He shook his head and tossed a pink ball towards his littlest. “No, we were just about to go to the zoo. Wanna come?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I need to talk to you about a few things.”
Chris’s face froze. “Okay, but don‘t you curse again. Apple was talking about fucking for two weeks.” he whispered the curse word.
The two of us sat on a green wooden bench in front of the tigers as Chris’s kids tried to mimic the animal’s moves. “I just.” My voice was really high for some reason. “I remember things more now about that night. She was telling me about how her and her husband really didn’t get along that well anymore, and they might divorce. She even suspected him of cheating!” I don’t know why I had so much energy. “And after we fu-”
“Colored.” Chris said loudly, looking down at his kids and back at me.
“After we colored.” I repeated. “Chris, she said she was going to leave him. I don’t know if she was drunk or something but, I remembered that.”
Chris turned to face me. His bright blue eyes were full of confusion. “Are you sticking up for this cheating woman?”
“I think I am.” My heart hid behind my lungs, ashamed by it’s true feelings.
Suddenly I felt my pocket vibrating. Chris scrambled to get something brown and dirty out of his son’s mouth as I pressed the accept button. “Hello?” I grunted.
“Guy?” A familiar voice called.
I stood up, completely alert. “Diane. Um, wow hi.”
“Hey.” her voice was shaking. “Listen, um, can we get together for lunch? There’s something I really need to talk to you about.”
Leaving Charlie. Please let it be leaving Charlie. “Okay.” I tried to think. “Geisha house at 12:30?”
“See you then.” She said rather quickly and hung up the phone.
Diane snapped her cell phone closed and threw it on the table like it was made of acid. She stared blankly at it while she felt herself getting sick again. As fast as she could, she ran into the bathroom and threw her head in front of the toilet, staring at that stupid pink stick the entire time she vomited.
When I got to the Geisha house she was already there, dressed in another suit. This one black. I smiled softly as I walked towards her table. “Hi.” My voice was practically a whisper.
Diane smiled. “Hi. Sit, please.”
I took a seat across from her and tried to get used to my surroundings. Diane looked pale, slightly sweaty. I thought of Charlie. “You look very pretty.”
“Thank you.” she smiled blankly.
I think we were both having flash backs of our meeting in the diner. “Okay Guy, I’m going to get right down to the point.”
My toes curled, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Something about this was making me really nervous.
Diane took a few breaths, and stared straight into my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
Shit. Double shit. She couldn’t have meant what she’d just said. This was a dream. This was all a bad dream. Oh my god. My stomach started to churn as the room started to spin. “W…what did you just say?”
She leaned in. “Listen, I know this is a lot for you to deal with. I just wanted you to know.”
“How do you know it’s mine?” I panted.
“Charlie and I haven’t slept together in months.” She leaned in and put her hand on mine. Either hers were extremely hot, or mine were freezing. “Guy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You were at wrong place at the wrong time. I was terrible to you all those weeks ago. There was too much alcohol, and my perception was off. You were sweet, you were there. And I just fucked it all up.” She paused for a minute, noticing the blood draining from my face. “Guy? Guy are you okay?”
And before I knew it, I couldn’t answer because I’d passed out.
“Good morning.” I heard Chris’s voice say. “Come on, wake up. That’s it.”
My eyes fluttered open. I was in a hospital room, dressed in a gown that reeked of cotton balls. The beeping sound I heard must’ve been my heart beat because it was speeding up. “Where’s Diane?” I groaned.
“She had to go back to work or something.” Chris sat on the foot of the bed. “Very nice woman, by the way. She said she’d call you later tonight.”
I looked straight into his eyes. “Did you hear?”
“I did. Congratulations, mate.”
Did I hear that right? “Did I hear that right?”
He chuckled. “Guy, I know it’s not the best of situations but come on. You’re going to be a father! The best job in the world.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. “Chris. She’s married and we obviously didn’t plan this.”
He tore into something. “Diane told me to tell you that she’s going to tell Charlie, whoever that is tonight, and that you can be apart of the baby’s life as much as possible.” He paused. “Again, very nice woman.”
I opened my eyes to see him eating my jello. “Do the other guys know?”
He played around with the red cube as it danced off his spoon, like it had a mind of it’s own. “They know you fainted, they don’t know about the baby yet.”
Before I could answer a woman in hot pink scrubs walked into the room. “Hello Mr. Berryman.” She said with a heavy New York accent. “I’m Sarah I’m going to be needin’ to take some blood from yah tahday.”
I sat up and put my arm out as I saw Chris’s face get a little pale. “You okay?”
He looked up at me, back at the needle and nodded. “Yeah.”
Sarah took out a long thin needle. She wiped an area of my bare arm with a wet, cold cloth and pushed the needle in. I felt a slight stinging. To my right, I heard a large thump. Sarah and I turned our heads simultaneously to see Chris sprawled out on the floor.
“Well, you’re just a bunch’o fainters, aren’t yah?”
Chris’s eyes opened slowly. He saw a familiar brown haired figure towards the end of the room. “Sorry, Guy. I stole your fainting thunder.”
“Apology accepted.” Guy chuckled and walked closer to the bed. “Will you be okay here by yourself for a while? I have to go talk to Diane… and Jon won’t be here for another twenty minutes or so.”
“I’m not a baby. I’ll be fine.” He smiled, and pulled Guy in for a kiss on the forehead. “Good luck, mate.”
Chris saw Guy smile for the first time in weeks. He watched him walk out the door, down the hall, and step into the elevator. He was so proud of his friend.
A few minutes later, with nothing to do, Chris started playing with his IV for a few minutes, flicking it around as the water slowly made its way into his arm. He looked up when he suddenly heard a loud bang. There was a tall man dressed in a black suit practically sprinting in his direction. He had dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. Chris was alarmed by all the anger in his expression. The man walked into Chris’s room, closed and locked the glass door behind him. Chris’s heart sunk as the man grabbed him by the hospital gown, pulled him out of the bed and threw him against the wall. “Where the fuck do you get off sleeping with my wife?” he screamed.
The man pulled Chris up and threw his fist into Chris’s jaw, blood starting to fly. “Huh?” The man said, punching him again. “Do you think you can sleep with whoever you want ‘cause you’re in a fuckin’ band, man?” he threw his fist into Chris’s jaw with every two words that came out of his mouth.
Chris could barely open his eyes, his face and jaw swelling from the blows, blood soaking his face. Then, there was a sudden loss of air as the man wrapped his hands around Chris’s neck. He wheezed loudly, trying to suck in any sort of air. Then, he was dropped, as the man was finally pulled off him by a security guard.
I could hear Diane’s heels clicking behind me as I ran to where I left my dear friend. We turned the corner to see what looked like a disaster area. The glass door had been completely shattered. There were utensils everywhere, along with Chris’s blood smeared on the wall and floor. The doctors cleaning up looked up when I gasped in terror. “Room 9.” One of them said to me. I jogged down the hall past a few more rooms, and turned into his room. Jonny was sleeping in a chair, a magazine sitting on his lap, and again, I could not help but gasp in terror. My poor friend, the one who told me that accidentally being a father was still ‘the best job in the world’, was as lying so helpless, and so pale. Bruises were set here and there all over his body, especially his neck. His eyes were closed, and a small clear tube was set over his face and into his nose, for breathing. “Oh, Chris.” I whispered, taking a few steps toward him.
Diane was standing next to me. Her eyes full of tears, her hands over her mouth. She looked over at me and saw a few tears rolling down my cheek. “Oh, Guy. I’m so sorry.” Her touch was soft on my shoulder.
I squeezed his frozen hand. “It should’ve been me.”
Her blonde hair danced as she shook her head. “No, no it should not have happened.”
“I’m the one he was after.”
“And he’s in jail now, Guy.” She gently placed her hands on my face, turning my head to face her. “No one deserves this.”
My shoulders started to shake, as I was now sobbing. Diane gently leaned my head onto her shoulder as I broke out into tears. Her touch was so comforting, letting me know that I could cry as much as I needed.
“How about Oliver?” Diane asked, picking up another cookie.
I furrowed my brow. “Is our child going to be running around in tights singing songs?”
“Maybe!” Diane busted out into laughter.
Everything was going great. It’d been a month since the incident at the hospital. Chris was back home with his kids. He still had a limp, but he was home. Plus, Diane and I were trying to give this a try. We figured we should, since we were having a baby in seven months. She was so caring and so sweet to all my friends and family. For some reason it really did work.
I kissed the little lump growing on Diane’s belly. “You don’t want to be an Oliver, do you?” I whispered. “Oh, how about Harold?”
Diane looked up from the cookie she was dissolved in and thought. “I like Harold. Well, we don’t even know if it’s going to be a boy, so let’s think of some girls names as well. My mother’s name was Emily. What was yours?”
We giggled. I personally liked every name we picked out, I was just having fun making Diane laugh when I made fun of them. She had the most beautiful smile.
She rested her head on my stomach and picked up yet another baby book. “I personally love the name Isla.”
“Isla? Ugh, we’re never going to get this right. Maybe we should just name it “Insert Name Here”.”
Now we were both laughing hysterically.
On the other side of town, Charlie was sitting in what was left of his home with is now ex wife on the mind. He couldn’t believe what she’d done. He shook in his skin, thinking about the fact that he almost killed the wrong man. The whole situation was wrong. Charlie picked up his keys, and headed over to Diane’s new apartment.
We were curled up on the couch, watching a movie when there was a knock at the door. Diane looked confused, obviously saying she wasn’t expecting any guests. I stood up as she walked towards her front door slowly, as the knocking continued. There was some mumbling outside as she unlocked the chain and turned the knob. Standing outside the door, soaked from the pouring rain was Charlie. He was in one of his usual suits, anger filling his bright blue eyes when he locked with my eyes. Anger also filled my eyes, coming face to face with the man who almost killed my best friend. “Charlie.” Diane said softly. “Please, just go away.”
He happily let himself in and paced the floor. “I can’t fucking believe I’d find you here with him. With him! After all I’ve done for you, Diane!”
“Charlie, stop!” Diane yelled.
I stepped forward and swallowed hard. “Come on, man. Do yourself a favor and don’t make a scene. Just leave.” You have no idea how much I wanted to strangle him, like he did Chris.
“Diane, come on. This is crazy. You know me, I just got angry and I did the wrong thing and I’m sorry!” He turned to me. “Okay, you can tell your friend that I’m very sorry.”
“Do you think that your ‘sorry’ will deal with the fact that his two kids could’ve never seen him again?” I yelled. “Come on, man. Be serious.”
Charlie was silent. “Okay, Diane. Please. Just tell this joker to go home, and let’s talk this through.”
“I’ve done everything for you.”
He paced the floor, making himself at home. “Your car.”
“Charlie, STOP!” she screamed.
I really didn’t know what to say. Charlie looked at her, to me, then back at her. “You haven’t told him?”
There was something very, very wrong about this picture. Diane looked like she was about to faint. “Diane?” I said softly.
Tears were streaming down her face. “I have skin cancer, Guy.”
She’d told me she had skin cancer, and I felt like my life was going to collapse around me. After Charlie had finally left, since I shoved him out the door, we talked. We talked until the sun came up. She told me that she was in the third stage. Apparently, that’s the last stage. When she talked to her doctor, he said that the baby should be just fine. I really didn’t care about the baby at the moment, or her, or myself. I was in I sort of a coma, I guess. I heard what Diane was saying, but I didn’t reply, I didn’t react, I didn’t do anything. I just sat there, in complete shock.
She had cancer.
Her golden locks that I loved so dearly was actually a permanent wig she’d had placed a couple years ago. She took out an old photo album of before she was diagnosed. Her hair was the same color, but my, she looked so different. Her eyes weren’t as glassy, her face wasn’t as pale, and she smiled more than I’d seen her smile since I met her. Again, I didn’t know what to say, so I apologized for being so silent. She understood completely, as she always does. I decided to leave, and promised to call her that night.
Of course, the guys were as supportive as they always are. They told me to stay strong for her and for the baby, so she knew that she wasn’t alone in this. But the thing is, I felt alone. Because I knew that in a matter of time, I’d be raising a child on my own. Chris was even nice enough to have our gig postponed that night, as much as he hates to miss gigs, due to a ‘family emergency’.
Time flew by in a flash. I guess it was because I felt like I was in some silly dream that didn’t make sense. I thought I was going to wake up. Instead, I watched days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. I also watched Diane slowly get worse, and tried to be there for her as much as I could, without losing myself. It seemed like when her belly got bigger, her health got worse. As horrible as it sounds, I started to hate that baby. I felt like it was taking Diane from me, instead of the disease growing inside her skin.
Wake up, chemo, doctor, gig. That became my schedule. There was nothing else to do in my life. All I could think about was Diane. I never slept when she slept, I never ate when she ate, I just wanted to be with her as much as I could, because whenever I wasn’t, I felt like I’d never see her again.
Then suddenly, one day in late spring, Diane’s water broke.
My knuckles were white form Diane squeezing the life out of them. I didn’t mind. She was nervous, and no one should tell her not to me. A human was about to be surgically removed from her stomach.
I was freaking out a little, too. This was it, and not until this moment had I realized exactly what was happening. A father. I was going to be a father. Yeah, I was ready thanks to the guys giving me some advice. But it was still scaring the shit out of me.
A few hours in, the guys finally arrived at the hospital. A sea of flowers and balloons filled up the window, waving at Diane who was really not in the mood to wave back. So, I did. They were all bummed to realize they had to be directed to the waiting room.
I looked up. She was glowing. Sweaty, pale, but glowing. “Just a little nervous.” She chuckled, and I kissed her on the forehead. “You’re doing amazing.”
I frowned. “I don’t even know what you should be doing.”
She laughed hysterically. “Me neither!”
We talked for another hour or so, holding each others hands as tightly as possible, as if about to fall into a canyon.
Finally, the doctor busted through the door. “It’s time.” was all he said, and a few nurses came in to wheel Diane’s bed out the door.
“Don’t you let go of my hand.” She said, smiling up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
“I won’t.” I said, giving her a reassuring pat on the back. Ugh, I was such a wimp.
The nurses lead us through a maze of halls, past many people who just smiled and mumbled ‘congratulations’ as we passed by. Finally, the doctor was at our side as we reached the delivery room.
“It seems that Diane is toward her end stages.” He frowned. “I’m so sorry.”
I nodded, getting used to those heart wrenching words. “Hey doc. Is it possible that this will affect the baby immediately?”
He shook his head, and put a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll be taking care of this kid for a long time.”
I felt my heart take a sigh of relief. Going through this once with someone you love was bad enough. Twice, twice probably would’ve killed me.
“Guy.” Diane said, getting my attention again. “Let’s name her Maggie.”
She was too sweet to me. After all the people I’d met in my life, after all the places I’d been, for the first time I knew exactly where I wanted to be. With her.
“No.” I kissed her little pink lips. “No, let’s name her Isla.”
“Really?” A tear rolled down her cheek.
It felt like forever, waiting for them to get that little baby out of her stomach. We sat there, talking about our son or daughter. I joked, saying I was praying it was a boy. She giggled, knowing I was a liar. I wanted it to be a girl, hoping it would look most like her.
“And here she is.” The doctor said.
“She?” Diane and I said simultaneously.
He nodded, holding a tiny, greasy little baby up for us to see. “Congratulations you two, it’s a beautiful girl.”
I couldn’t believe that I was a father. Everything got a little brighter. Air tasted a little sweeter, and that baby and her mother were just everything to me. I never believed that Chris was right about fatherhood, but he really, really was.
Her eyes, her lips, and especially her smile looked exactly like Diane. She did have my short, brown hair, though. The guys came in to our room, “ooh”ing and “ahh”ing at our little baby girl.
“What’s her name?” Will asked, wiggling his finger over her head, as she tried to figure out what it was.
“Isla.” I said. “Isla Owens Berryman.”
We were like a little family. First baths, first feeding, first everything. Of course, I couldn’t be there all the time as much as I wanted to. I had a few gigs those first couple months. Isla seemed to understand, though. That’s the great thing about kids, they just understand everything, no matter what it was.
When Isla was two months old, Diane was re-admitted to the hospital. She was always smiling though, always happy. The guys would come visit as well, and just hang out, singing songs and having a good time. Isla seemed to be very interested in Chris’s guitar, but always screamed her head off when he sang. Isla and I got along great. Just the way she’d look at me with those big blue eyes let me know that she knew exactly who I was, and how I was scared shitless. She was patient when I had to read directions on something, quiet when fed, and barely ever cried. We would go and visit her mother every single day, and she’d fall asleep right on Diane’s chest, spitting images of each other.
And one day in the summer, Diane was gone.
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