Sparks

Twenty-Eight

So much had happened in the year of 2013 already that Chris was afraid of what was to come in the rest of the year and the one after.

Thankfully, he was beginning to get used to his new routine. He still missed his kids for every day that he wasn't with them, and he missed the guys respectively. Not once had he mentioned what he wanted to Jonny. The fact of it was that they had far less downtime when they were in LA, since they were renting a studio and were on strict schedule.

They'd recorded a few songs already, one called Another's Arms, one called Ghost Story, and of course, Ink, which Chris was most proud of. The guys didn't question the mood of the songs, for they already knew what Chris had been through, and even though they assumed it was because of his breakup with Gwenyth, they still understood.

It seemed like an eternity before Chris was able to fly back to London to see the guys. It was Guy's birthday that weekend, so Phil had the idea of surprising him by having all of them be at his house. "He'll have a heart attack," Will laughed over the group Skype call.

"Serves him right," Jonny mumbled under his breath, making them all laugh.

"Can you make it up, Chris?" Phil asked.

Chris took a moment to look over the schedule that Gwen had made for him regarding her work schedule and his time with the kids. He was lucky that she was organized and good with dates. "I think so," he said, seeing that his schedule was mostly free that week. "I'll have to check with Gwen, though."

Jonny smiled and even on a computer screen, he made Chris' heart skip a beat.

"Great, mate! Well we hope to see you there. I've gotta get back to my kids," Phil said.

"Me too. See you, mates!" Will said, and the two of them hung up, leaving just Jonny and Chris on the Skype call.

"I guess I'll see you next week, Jonny Boy," Chris said with a smile.

Jonny smiled back. "Oh, by the way, I was thinking back to that night at your flat in LA, you remember?"

Chris' face fell. He remembered. It was the night that he had lost Jonny for good. "Yeah."

Jonny knew that the memory of that conversation wouldn't bring Chris good memories, so he got his point across quickly. "I realized that you never told me that thing you wanted to tell me." Chris' expression remained blank. "Do you remember what it was? Do you want to tell me now?"

Chris considered. They were both alone, and he didn't know if they'd ever get a chance while he was in London. Now could be his only shot.

Still, he didn't want to tell Jonny everything over a Skype call. It wouldn't be nearly as memorable or special. Maybe... if he just got the important part out...

He took a deep breath. "I'll tell you part of it. The rest I really think we should discuss when I get to London." Jonny nodded. Well, here goes nothing.

"Jonny, I'm an alien."

Silence.

"Pardon?"

Maybe he had made a mistake. How could he expect Jonny to believe him? It was such a crazy statement, and he knew that if it had been anyone else in the world (except maybe the other guys), they would have immediately hung up and never spoken to him again.

He felt a panic attack building within him. "Y-you heard right. I-I'm an a-alien." If Jonny could've seen his face properly, he'd be able to see the truth within his ocean blue eyes. However, Jonny was half a world and thousands of kilometers away. He'd never believe him.