Sparks

Three

"Jonny?"

It was Chris, over the phone.

It'd been a month since they'd released their EP, The Blue Room, and a year since the band had formed (and changed their name to Coldplay), and Chris had impressed the rest of the band with his singing and songwriting skills.

Lately though, Chris had been feeling uninspired and wanted Jonny's help with writing.

"Chris?"

It'd seemed as though Chris and Jonny had grown closer than any of the other members of the band. For some reason, their personalities clicked more than the others, and each was intrigued by the other.

"Jonny, can I ask a favor?"

"Anything."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, before Chris cleared his throat and asked, "Can I live with you?"

Jonny, a bit taken aback, replied in a tone a bit too harsh, "Why would you want to do that?"

"Oh... I don't know. I thought we might be able to write songs together, but... oh nevermind. It was a stupid question."

In truth, Jonny would love to live with Chris. More time to study him, to figure him out, to learn, and to just watch him. It had become one of Jonny's favorite things, to just watch Chris Martin and his beautiful blue eyes.

"No, no, no! It's alright. I'd uh... I'd actually like that."

"Oh... you would?"

"Of course! You're my best friend!"

"Thanks a load, Jonny Boy! I'll start packing."

With that, he hung up, and Jonny sighed.

Lately, a strange feeling had been blooming in J's chest. Only one of his recent relationships had lasted longer than a week, as he just had too many things on his mind. Or, more simply, one thing, taking up all his thoughts.

Christopher Anthony John Martin.

What was the feeling that Jonny Boy felt? Well, he didn't quite know, and that was the issue. Was he developing a crush on the strange, blue-eyed man? Was it a blossoming friendship? Was it the suspicion he felt towards him still?

What Jonny didn't know was that Chris had been feeling quite the same recently: confused. He had originally planned to use the band to his advantage to get rich and powerful, wishing to fulfill the president's orders. However, the shy ginger had made him wonder.

His father told him to trust no one, but Jonny was... Jonny was special.

Chris laid on his bed, face first into his pillow. He wanted to be around Jonny. He never wanted to leave his side, and that was the problem. Was he... was he falling in love with Jonny?

On Ollama, love was supposed to be brief. Men found a mate, reproduced, and killed the woman. People who fell in love were killed by another man. Love just didn't exist.

Chris began to cry. If he fell in love with Jonny, everything would be ruined. He'd have to choose between completing his mission and leaving Jonny to reproduce with a woman, or staying with him and having both of their lives be threatened later.

He had to tell Jonny.

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"Hi, J."

Jonny smiled as Chris walked in. They were roommates now. The very thought of that made the both of them grin uncontrollably.

"Hi, Chris."

They hugged briefly, making Jonny's heart flutter. When they parted, he sighed.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up at Chris, who had a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, I'm ok. I'm tired. But mostly, I'm excited that you're here." He gave Chris a reassuring smile.

In truth, he was struggling. He'd finally decided that the feelings he'd been experiencing were enough to suggest that he may be falling in love with Chris. However, what troubled him the most was figuring out whether or not he should tell anyone.

He'd spent all day yesterday pacing and being on the phone with Will to ask for his advice.

"So... what if... there's this uh... person that I like... and I don't know what to do. Should I tell them that I like them or not?"

Will had been very sweet and understanding to the poor guitarist, however he wasn't the best with love advice. "You should keep it to yourself. Wait for them to make the move. If they don't, they probably don't like you that way."

So there stood Jonny, in front of Chris, wondering if he should keep Will's advice or not.

Chris smiled. "Here let me help you unpack."

The two brought in boxes into J's flat, every once in awhile exchanging a joke or a smile.

When they were finished unboxing Chris' stuff, Jonny complaining every time they'd find a new box about how it wouldn't all fit, and Chris shooshing him and playfully joking about how Jonny had way more stuff than he did anyway, they both sat on the couch with a huge sigh of relief.

"Are you tired, J?"

"Extremely," Jonny replied with a laugh.

Chris smiled and his stomach turned as he wondered if he should tell Jonny how he feels. He suddenly thought of a melody and began to hum it.

"What are you humming?" J asked. He watched Chris carefully, paying closer attention to how he moved his rugged hands. Chris grabbed his guitar and began to sing.

"When I counted up my demons,
Saw there was one for every day.
With the good ones on my shoulders,
I drove the other ones away."

He continued humming and singing, writing down lyrics as he went. Jonny watched in awe as a new song unfolded before his very eyes.

When he finished, he looked to Jonny, whose jaw had hit the floor.

"Did you not like it?"

"Like it, I LOVED it!" Jonny said, suddenly excited. "I hadn't realized you could write a song that quickly. Did you come up with that all just now?"

Chris nodded. "That's how I write all my songs."

Jonny sat there in disbelief. Chris laughed.

"Should we add it to the album?"

"Yeah!" Jonny said, smiling. He stood up and pulled out his phone. "I'll call the guys now."

Chris sat back on the couch, watching Jonny get excited over his new song. Adorable, he thought.

That's when he knew. He had to tell him.