OK, Firstly, i'm a wee bit grumpy because this was called She Bangs The Drums but another (very VERY good) fanfic already has that title.
But there we go. Comments are very welcome!
BETH
3.17. I close my eyes and savour the last drag of my cigarette. He creeps up in my head again. I wonder… Everything is still, and perfect. The whole world is waiting on us. I wait. I imagine what it was like last time we were together. How he looked at me, how he touched me, how he made love to me…
I stub it out. This is impossible. Is it really supposed to be like this? When I was just a kid I dreamed of having a proper life – one with a family and children. One where I was normal, where my kids went to school and had friends and toys and played in the garden and didn’t hear mummy and daddy fighting all the time. I glance over at the man asleep in the bed and permit myself a small smile. He was everything a girl could want; smart, handsome, caring, simple. He wanted the same as me. An uncomplicated life with an uncomplicated family.
A stone cracks against the window. Too late. I consider ignoring it for a while, getting caught up in the bliss of simplicity. But I should know that life doesn’t work out the way it’s supposed to so I throw caution to the wind, put on my dressing gown and go to the balcony. With my eyes screwed up.
JP
I don’t think I ever remember a time I was so content. I’ve always been caught in the middle, between family, friends, and even boyfriends. The list goes on! Right now though, everything is as it should be. I grin to myself and draw the covers over me, trapping the warmth between us.
Elliot
WOW! I cannot believe how clear the sky is tonight! I can see almost every visible constellation! I should tell Sarah how rare this is, she’ll love it! I still can’t believe my luck that she came out to help me get pictures of those Plutonions I saw last week. But she’s looking at me quite strange… she has this weird hazy looking smile on her face. Almost like she’s being controlled by another being. Oh no…she’s coming right at me, THEY MUST HAVE GOT HER! I frantically scan my mind, thinking of all my research and trying to come up with a repellent.
BETH
“Shhh! You’ll wake him!” I half scream, half whisper. “I don’t care!” He flashes me an elf like grin and suddenly my heart melts. Suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re risking everything for this. My marriage, my friends, our family… “What on earth are you doin’?!” “What do you think? I’m climbing up this bloody clemency thing! Lil’ bit Shakespearian, don’t you think?” I look at him blankly. “You know?! Romeo and Juliet! And their forbidden love!” he exclaims as he jumps onto the balcony and wraps his arms around me. “Yeah well, our love is a little bit different from theirs. For one, they weren’t brother and sister.” “Ah, who cares about that? This used to happen all the time! Plus, do you really think that one guy wrote all those plays? I actually think it’s a little bit dodgy and it was just all these scam artists clubbin together to get a bit of money.” “Doesn’t explain the genius of it though” I reply, gently pushing his arms off me. “Yeah, you’re right. Our plan is much better! No mass suicide involved. Ya ready?” I take one last look at my husband, lying on the bed. We’d only just got married. This was our honeymoon! What the hell was I doing?!” “Well?” my brother coaxed, with a smile and a playful kiss. “Well what ? Course I’m ready Rhys… I’ve been ready for this… since I met you.” I look at Gilly again. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. “Even when I found out that we were… that you were.. my brother. I don’t care…” My voice trails off. Arms encircle my waist. Lips caress my neck. My body starts to shake. “Neither do I.” he whispers. I push him off me and go grab my bags. I hadn’t unpacked since we arrived at the suite. I’d used the excuse that my best outfit was under my wedding dress… “Let’s go.” If this is so wrong… why don’t I feel guilty?
JP
I get up and turn off the alarm. From my bed I see the most beautiful sight - my half sleeping, half smiling fiancé. With no trace of guilt on his face. I grin again. I want to throw my arms out and sing out to the world about how lucky I am. About how great the world is and about how real love is, but I figure I should probably throw some clothes on first. The alarm goes off again – a track from Oasis’ Morning Glory album. I turn it off, go downstairs, humming my favourite Faithless tune and make us some breakfast, trying to figure out how to tell my mum I’m getting married to a priest.
ELLIOT
I’M GOING OUT WITH A MODEL!!! SHE IS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC!
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This time, I was sober so hopefully it's a wee bit better.
RHYS
Still the middle of the night… We really need to stop soon. We must be running low on petrol and I really need a rest. I keep pushing on.
Beth’s asleep…I look at this girl who makes me lose my head. This girl who is the perfect picture of peace. The girl who is the perfect picture of passion. This girl whose simple glance gives me a head rush. This girl who when we bleed, we bleed the same. Sometimes, I just keep smiling, I just tell myself it doesn’t matter. Some days, it works. I believe it. We’re just two ordinary lovers in love. Not right now. I feel… sick. Though I don’t really know if that’s the right way to describe it.. How the hell do you describe THIS?! Love gone wrong... That’s what it is…
I remember the first time I ever met her. It was at a gig, and some band were covering Stone Roses. It wasn’t that she was beautiful, or gorgeous (not like that anyway) but as soon as I saw her I couldn’t stop looking at her. Maybe it was the way she blatantly stared back. Maybe it was the half smile she gave me, or that she knew all the words to my favourite song.
I don’t feel steady on my feet. I feel hollow, I feel weak.
Maybe it was because she seemed so sure of herself and was jumping around like a maniac. Or Maybe it was just that she didn’t look like one of them birds straight out of FHM. I didn’t take my eyes off her all night…. but for a whole new reason. I’m not sure what happened to me that night, but it’s too late to do anything abut it now.
No. Not too late. We’re just beginning.
I hear a grunt and she slowly opens her eyes. She gives me a lazy smile and I smile back taking in just how sexy this girl is. I mean it must be at least five in the morning and she’s wearing a towelling dressing gown she’s got no makeup on an her hair’s all over her face. And she can do THIS to me. My heart leaps up to my throat. I get a sudden adrenaline rush and I feel like I’m going to explode… “Hey, you don’t half snore you know. For a while I thought there was a bloody yeti in the boot of the car or sommat!” She playfully sticks her tongue out and gently brushes my leg before reaching for a cigarette.
So this is it. This is us. Just me and my sister.
We drive for another few hours, until 6.43am. Underneath a tree on top of a deserted hill, we sit on the car bonnet and watch the sunrise. We’re totally silent, just listening to music when she interrupts my non train of thought. “Rhys” she says, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Promise me something.” I smile softly. “Yeah. Anything” I tell her. Suddenly the mood changes. Just a few moments ago, it was perfect, just me and Beth together and nothing else to worry about. We were in love and together, we didn’t need anything else. Now, it’s different; suddenly so intense. I feel that simmering adrenaline, always in her wake, suddenly surge up inside me, threatening to burst out. I grab her harshly by the shoulders and look straight into her eyes. I think anyone else would be shocked by such a sudden change, but she just looks straight back, this fierce, determined, completely defiant look in her eyes. “Promise me.” she demands. “We’ll take this right to the end Rhys. Rhys! Promise me, NOW!” “YES!” I almost scream. “Beth, I don’t care what happens from now on! I’m not just in love with you, I am off my head for you! You do things to me I’ve never even heard of! I’ve totally screwed over my best mate, not to mention my family! I’ve thrown away my whole LIFE just to be with you! And I bet everyone’s worked it out and the bloody police are after us now!” It suddenly sinks in just what we’ve risked. What we’ve thrown away. I’ve been growing more hysterical with each word that comes out my mouth. “DAMMIT BETH!” I lose it completely and start shaking her, tears pouring down my face. For a moment, I don’t think I’ll ever stop; for a moment I don’t want to stop. I want this all to go away, for this never to have happened, never have even laid eyes on her… when suddenly she kisses me. Hard. And with so much passion I can’t breathe… And then I know exactly why I’ve done this - it all makes perfect sense. It’s what we were made for. I stop thinking and surrender myself to it. We melt into each other, pull each other in. My heart beats faster, I can hear it. My body’s in control now. I wrap my arms tighter round her. This is ecstacy. I start to sweat, and tremble. My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it beat against my ears. I feel her body start to shake against mine. She pulls me down. My heart’s going to a rhythm so fast it’s about to explode. I feel every beat. Harder, faster. And she bangs the drums…
*****
I am rather entranced in the whole Rhys/Beth thing right now. (Not because of the incest thing, but) because of the PASSION Rhys has!
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I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now. So naturally I'm doing this instead.
[U]BETH[/U]
In a very neutral coloured hotel room, in the lake district, I open my eyes to find myself wrapped in a cocoon of soft white linen. A smile slowly spreads over my face. After basking in the soft light glowing through the white curtains for a few moments, I wriggle out and go to get myself a glass of water.
It’s been three days since we left Gilly. We haven’t really heard anything. Before I left the honeymoon suite at the hotel, I left a note telling him that I was feeling really messed up after my dad died and I just needed to get away from everything. I didn’t mention Rhys… He was supposed to be leaving to go travelling that night… I don’t know if he’s worked it out. I asked him not to get in touch and so far I’ve heard nothing. But then neither has Rhys… so maybe. Especially with all those rumours that were going about… I don’t think anyone believed them, but now…
I stop thinking. I lean over the sink and trail my wrist under the stream of cold water. I stay there for a few minutes, letting the past drain away.
I go back over to the bed and sit down, putting on the Fairy Princess slippers Rhys bought me yesterday. I lift up my feet and wriggle my toes admiring the way the wings flap about when this disembodied arm snakes out from the covers and pulls me under.
“AGGHHH!” I scream, giggling hysterically. “And where do think you’re going?” a mischievous, pixie-like face asks me. He pulls the quilt down over us, trapping us in our own little treasure trove. I feel safe, secure, at peace… until he starts tickling me. “RHYS! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DO-AAAHH-IN?! STOP I-AAAAAGGGHH!” I laugh so hard it hurts, trying to kick him off me. He suddenly starts laughing and I melt inside. I can’t believe how perfect these three days have been. No more sneaking about in the dark, always looking tensely over our shoulders every two minutes. I lie there just looking at him with this trance-like smile on my face. I can’t believe how happy he is. Before we ran away, it felt like there something holding him –us- back from each other. But now… Now it’s just like when we first met. A wave of happiness rushes through me. Rhys looks down at me, and moves a stray hair away from my face. He just grins. And says nothing. I close my eyes. Fixing this perfect moment in my mind.
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way! Just what I was thinking. I really should be getting on with an essay...
KIERON
What can I say? To myself, to the man I love, to the one I’ve betrayed…?
God, I hope it’s worth it.
I’m struggling with myself right now. I still don’t know if this is right. But I know it can’t be wrong. Can it?
I’m in love with another person. That in itself is enough. I made a vow that the only one I will ever serve, love and follow is God. And I’ve betrayed it. That it’s another man… well… it doesn’t really make a difference… right? In God, all things are justified. What does it matter if I’ve fallen for a woman or a man? And God made MAN in the image of him, so surely that’s better… right? Surely he’d understand… And why would I be HERE if it wasn’t meant to happen?
I completely run out of steam. I’ve been arguing with myself for the last two months. Ever since I fell into this world, and took what was forbidden me.
He’ll understand… Maybe I can’t be a priest anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t serve Him.
Stop it. I don’t even sound convincing anymore.
I get up from my knees. I don’t really want to pray… I don’t think I can. I don’t think there’s anything I can say that will make everything right. What I’m doing, what I’ve done.
It’s happened now.
Three days ago, I asked John Paul to marry me. And three days ago he said yes. I smile, in spite of myself. No, this can’t be wrong. It wasn’t like I was really married to God. But now… Now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Every day I have to stop myself running round the village like an idiot, screaming and jumping and wooping, and spreading the word of Love. No, I’m still God’s man. Just now, he’ll have to share me.
I don’t think I can exercise that restraint now. John Paul’s just walked in… the man who sees me in my (metaphorical) nakedness and absolves every one of my sins with a smile. The man that’s always answered me. Always there. Who’s never left me in ANY doubt over his love… or existence.
I stand there, by the fire, every part of my being fighting to rush over and grab him. I don’t. I look at him. He puts his bag on the couch and takes off his coat, not meeting my eyes…
I wonder if he’s changed his mind… My whole body turns to ice. I keep my composure.
After a few moments, he looks up and he gives a very coy half-smile. And suddenly, I understand everything. No, this isn’t wrong. How can it be?! I start to laugh, heat rushing through every particle of me. I become hysterical, enraptured by what’s happening and what was going through my head nly moments ago.
My lover comes over to stand with me by the fire, half smile still on his face and twinkle in his eye. He doesn’t say anything, but shakes his head with an amused air. I stop laughing. We just stand there, looking at each other. Suddenly the tension becomes too much to bear. I can’t stand it. It’s going to blow up… We both burst into hysterical fits.
“Come ere, you!” he says, trapping me in the manliest of hugs. And blessing me with the tenderest of kisses.
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SARAH “Oh. My. God. Nance! I can’t believe I’m going out with Elliot! And that I’m actually happy about it! I mean, if you’d told me this a year ago I’d have been like “no way! As if!” But he’s so much nicer than any of the other guys I’ve been with! Like first, there was Rhys. Don’t get me wrong, he was great… at some things. At everything except the commitment thing actually. And now I’ve heard he’s run off with his sister! Eew! Then, there was Craig! Well, I don’t need to tell you about that, do I? And then that ROGER! What a slimeball. I heard I got him sacked – some of the girls at college were telling me. Oh I hope you come back soon? Any word from college yet?”
The door goes. It’s Elliot! Hope I look OK. I can’t believe how gorgeous he is without that terrible hat and those glasses.
“Look, it’s been great chattin but I’ve got to go. Hot date! See ya!” I snap my phone shut and bounce to the door before she could even reply.
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Ah thanks guys. Just got a little bit for now. Far too much work to do only got one essay left though!
BETH
The last few days have been lost in a haze of bliss. I lie in bed, softly dreaming. Rhys is already fast asleep. I gently nuzzle into him, faintly hearing a grunt in reply. I’ve finally escaped. I’ve actually let go for the first time in my life. I’ve gone with my heart, instead of my head. I let passion sweep me away in its heavenly storm… And now that the storm is over I bask in the clarity that can only be felt after everything’s come to a head.
My dreamy thoughts are jarred by a clang. I ignore it. But it doesn’t stop… For a moment I wonder what it is. Then my body turns to ice. I can actually feel it spreading right up to my head, into my face, even through my hair. I’m suddenly consumed with the desire to scream, to make to go away, to cover it up. But I don’t.
I get out of bed and face my demons.
The clanging stops.
“Gilly… ”
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Hi this is hollyoakschicks best mate abi i just want to say this is good and was wondering will there bani more Jp and kieron stuff as i luv em both !!!!!!!!!
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only got one essay left though!