i am honoured that you used an idea from my story! hope itwon't be long before the next bit, am gonna go write some of my own now you have inspired me lol

Member Num#4 of Scripter & Geordies ~Muffin and Cookie Bar~

Thanks Darlo! You inspired me to write, and we needed some drama, Scripters writing never goes to plan hehe, so who do you think helped Craig out? hehehe.

Gonna write the next part now

i don't know, you better not keep me waiting long to find out!

Member Num#4 of Scripter & Geordies ~Muffin and Cookie Bar~

I won't keep you waiting long I swear! next part shall be up very soon

good i am gonna do next bit on mine too
let me know what u think

Member Num#4 of Scripter & Geordies ~Muffin and Cookie Bar~

Here's the next part!!

Chapter 19 – I’m Not Losing You!

John-Paul was sat in the living room of the McQueen household, the television blaring out, his attention was on something else though, rather someone else, as always, it was Craig of course, he hadn’t heard from him all day barely. He hoped that Craig hadn’t chosen Sarah over him, it would kill John-Paul. Myra was also sat in the living room, in her usual seat, flicking through the channels, it was usual for a Saturday night, “Nothing is ever on, pathetic television eh love?” Myra chuckled, John-Paul just murmured a yes. Myra thought it best to not approach him, she knew Craig would choose her son, or at least that’s what she had hoped.

Just as Myra finished this thought, three figures burst through the front door, “Mum! You need to help us! Craig…” Jacqui cried out, pulling an unconscious Craig through the door, closely followed by a clumsy Carmel. John-Paul spun round once he heard Craig’s name mentioned. “We found that psycho Sonny being a homophobian towards Craig” Carmel mustered out, holding up Craig with Jacqui. John-Paul jumped up, “Craig! O God! I’ll kill that sw!ne”. Jacqui and Carmel laid Craig down on the sofa where John-Paul jumped up from. He was covered in blood and his clothes were partially ripped and blood soaked. “Girls, get a bowl, and lets get him cleaned up, Jacqui, love, phone the police, and John-Paul…” Myra sent out the orders, and stopped when she saw John-Paul staring down at the boy that held his heart, he looked heart-broken, someone had hurt his Craig, and he’d never felt more angry and upset. “Love, will you phone Frankie” Myra said softly, trying to get John-Paul to snap from his trance, “Um…sure, mum he’s going to be alright isn’t he?” John-Paul barely whispered. “Yes love, he’s a fighter, and if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll come round soon enough” Myra said softly, trying to break a smile through to cut the tense atmosphere.

Carmel came back into the living room with a small bowl and a cloth also a towel. “Carmel love, he’s not in labour you know” Myra chuckled at the size of the towel Carmel had brought over, “Mum don’t you think I know that! It’s to dry him off and keep him warm” Carmel said in her usual understanding and appropriate tone. Myra knelt down, and started to wipe Craig’s face gently, wiping away the muck and dirt and blood. “Mum, let me please, I need to do something! Can you call Frankie please, I wouldn’t know what to say” John-Paul cried out. “Sure love, be gentle with him, I’ll give his mum a call” Myra said understandingly. John-Paul knelt next the sofa and started to pat Craig’s forehead, wiping away the excess blood.

A few minutes had passed, and John-Paul needed to remove Craig’s shirt and begun to do so. “I bet you’ve waited forever to do that haven’t you John-Paul” Jacqui said softly, with slight humour in her voice, “Yeah Jac, just not like this though,” John-Paul cried lightly. “He’ll be alright, get him cleaned up and he’ll be right as rain” Jacqui smiled, patting John-Paul on the shoulder. John-Paul sat and wiped and cleaned Craig’s wounded torso, it was only lightly grazed but still Sonny had made a hell of a mess. John-Paul’s heart was breaking at the thought of someone hurting Craig, but it had been done. And there was nothing he could do. John-Paul felt helpless.

Myra came into the living room, “I phoned The Dog, and Jack said that Frankie’s gone out, but he’s gonna keep trying to get a hold of her, and get her to come over, he said Craig should stay here for a while”. All they could do was wait to see when Craig woke up, and then Sonny would get what was coming to him.

brilliant scripter absoultey brilliant!

Member Num#4 of Scripter & Geordies ~Muffin and Cookie Bar~

yeah scripters back and about time

And back with a BANG
They were great parts scripter

Oh scripter you just rock! This whole fic just blows my mind, totally

Awwww thanks guys! Thought it was time to revive this story hehe. and whats a Scripter story without some drama and twists

Next part up soonies

love this story, scripty!

I need more!! I'm sorry but I just do!

I need more of this story, it's too good to be left undone!