Jonny sat in the private jet feeling all tensed and jittery. Guy had sat beside him, and had gone to sleep as soon as the aeroplane began it's journey.
I am gonna do this. I am not gonna chicken out...
"I love you, baby...", Guy mumbled in his sleep. He put an arm around Jonny.
Not again.
Guy had this habit of "acting out" his dreams. That's why no one ever wanted to sit beside him in any flight. Not that he cared. Jonny sometimes thought that Guy did this deliberately to irritate people.
"One last time, girl...", Guy tightened his arm around Jonny.
Jonny sighed.
One more of those dreams...When will this twat get married again?
"Oh...oh my god...oh", Guy practically climbed on top of Jonny.
OH GOD YOU FUCKING IDIOT....STOP....I MEAN IT....
"Uh...Guy...", Jonny said at last.
"Mmm"
"You awake?"
"Mmmm...girl you..."
"Nope you are not...Guy...wake up..."
"Yes..yes..."
"GUY RUPERT BERRYMAN....ARE YOU GONNA WAKE UP OR YOU GONNA MAKE YOUR MAMA SPANK YO ASS", Jonny shouted.
"WHAT...JON...oh god....Jonny...", Guy jumped up and gasped.
"Haha...gotcha"
"Don't ever do that again..."
"Stop dreaming those crappy situations first"
"You know I can't control those..."
"Don't act them out, please..."
Guy panted. Just then a flight attendant walked in.
"We will be shortly landing in New York..In about 20 minutes", her gaze turned towards Guy, "Sir you should sit down, and buckle up for the landing"
Guy stared at her. She was quite good looking. And exactly Guy's type. Jonny knew what Guy was gonna do next.
Ugh. The flirting. Not again.
"Well... Of course...But before that I gotta tell you...That blouse suits you...makes you look quite beautiful...", Guy said.
The woman blushed. Jonny growled. He knew what Guy actually meant.
He doesn't like the blouse. He likes what's underneath. Less creepy, more gay.
"Thank you, sir..."
"Why...You're welcome...", Guy said with a wink.
The woman giggled.
"So I am Guy...Nice to meet you..uh..."
"Irene"
"Nice to meet you Irene..."
The woman stood silent for a while, exchanging glances with Guy.
"Umm... Guy... I actually am a big Coldplay fan...So will you sign an autograph for me?", Irene asked.
Guy shrugged, "Nope"
Irene was surprised.
"But...."
"I would like to talk about this over dinner tomorrow at The Plaza...", Guy said.
Irene blushed again. Her hands started to shake.
BINABASA MO ANG
A Rush of Blood to the Head
Fanfiction[this was written when I was a young teen. I'm sorry] Just a Buckin fanfic. Also, my first story. It does have a happy ending. After a devastating fight on Christmas Eve, Chris left London and took refuge in his New York flat. He thought that this...
