Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

June 19, 2016

Too Early

Wembley Stadium

London, England

When we woke up yesterday, I thought it was early. Now, we've woken up at 6 to go to the stadium. It's too early. I would've liked to sleep for at least another half-hour, but instead somebody (Rylan) had to pound on my door to wake me up. So, I rolled out of bed, opened the door, and glared at her.

"Hey, Will told me to wake you up. So I did," she said. "Now I have to go wake Quince up."

"Why didn't Will just wake me up?" His room was to the left of mine, next door, and Chris's was on the right.

"Pfft. When do they ever wake us up?"

"Who woke you up?"

"I woke myself up. I literally ran into Will in the hallway." She left the doorway and went down the hall to Quince's room.

Right now, we're actually downstairs in the lobby eating breakfast for the first time since we've been here. I finally got my pancake. And some awesome bacon and scrambled eggs. And then hot cocoa. We're sat at a table in the very back, in a corner with only one window. The remaining crew that hasn't gone to the stadium is scattered about the rest of the dining area, in small groups mixed in with strangers.

"Is that hot cocoa good, Jade?" Guy asked me. I've reminded myself he likes chocolate.

"Yes. It's not like regular hot cocoa; it's like it's literally just melted chocolate, but not as thick," I respond.

They find it weird that I write whenever possible, even if I'm talking to them, but they know that I like to do it, just like how I love to take pictures. And they find it even weirder that I can write without looking down at my notebook. It's not as neat, but I stay on the lines and don't bunch my words together.

Guy just got up. I think he's going to get some of this amazing hot cocoa that I hopefully don't spill on my notebook. I've already spilled water all over my phone, at dinner last night. Good thing it's waterproof.

Oh no. Chris has his "I'm about to do something stupid" face now. He got up and went over to an unsuspecting Guy, who was in fact getting hot cocoa. Chris was about to reach out and grab his arm when Will decided to be a good friend and say, "No, Chris!"

Guy turned around and saw Chris behind him, and muttered something that I couldn't understand. Whatever he said, Chris burst out laughing and came back to sit down.

"That would've been all bad," Rylan said, taking a bite of her waffle.

"Yeah, Chris," Guy frowned. He's back at his seat, setting his mug down on the table.

He's been a little... jumpy lately. I don't know why, but every time somebody comes up to him, they startle him. He never sees them, yes, but I'd assume he can hear them. We aren't exactly ninjas. I guess it could be Chris with his antics. His new thing is to sneak up on us, and either tap us on the shoulder or say something very loudly to make us jump. He did it to me yesterday while we were out and about.

I was standing there watching the cars drive by, determining when we could cross, and he'd come up behind me and yelled, "Go!" He's lucky I knew it was him, because if I thought it had been Quince he would've gotten punched.

That was I realized that they sound so much alike. But Quince's voice is lighter and a bit higher than Chris's, and of course, he doesn't have an accent. And he can lower his voice with some effort, and use his terrible accent to make it seem like he's Chris. We all fall for it at first, but when he keeps talking, we figure it out. It's actually really cool when he doesn't use it against us. He does lots of impersonations.