Hey guys :-)
Here's the first part of my new story,
it's something completely different,
so I hope you like it anyway.
I think I need to explain the storyline a bit,
well, the main character is a (yet unknown) musician called Donovan,
he lives with other Beatnics (or homeless, like a few of you would call them)
and tries to earn money for them.
And if you want to know how he looks like:
Brown long curly hairs, a cute upright nose, brown/green eyes.
I think he's really cute, he's got a nice scottish accent and a soothing voice ;-)
Uh...I tried to avoid mistakes,
but I'm really begging you, PLEASE correct me if I made mistakes,
because I really want to learn to write proper english, alright?

Uh, and sorry that there's actually no sneezing in it.
But I'll promise, in the next part will be plenty of

Okay, here we go:

A fresh breeze blew in his direction,
the tattered clothes on his thin body fluttered in the wind
like the last few leaves on the trees and made him shivering slightly.
Now he clearly realized, that the warm autumn had passed and the winter began to crack.
It was more difficult to get a job with a decent pay, especially for someone like him.
Who wants to engage a beatnik with long hair and a useless polio leg?
All day long he walked through the town and asked for a job,
now it was night and he felt cold and worn out.
He stepped a few more steps through the empty streets and the turned left
into a dark and dusty neighbourhood, where the old houses were crooked and grotty.
When he entered one of these houses he got greeted with a quiet, “Hiya Don!”.
Forcing himself to a exhausted smile he greeted back and placed his rucksack on the table.
When he was taking different thing out of his bag the girl that spoke to him,
continued talking,
“Got a job? Gypsy’s a bit worried ‘cause we haven’t got enough food for the next days,
because two new ones arrived here in the morning.”
Cheerless he shook his head and sighed,
“Nah, I’m sorry Jane, I tried my best.”,
but then his face lit a bit and he continued in a happier voice,
“But look what the old bakers wife donated us!”.
He showed her several paperbags with buns, then he pulled out another one and announced proudly,
“And, four different kinds of cheese!!”.
Jane gave him a heartfelt smile, hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear,
“Aww, he always can trust in you. Thanks a lot! Gypsy’ll be satisfied.”
Slightly blushing Donovan smiled back and answered sheepishly,
“Yeah, I think it’ll be enough for a few days, then someone of us should have gotten a job,
or at least something to eat.”
“Hey Don, you’re back? Didn’t hear you! Well, got a job?”,
a well known deep voice behind him asked and patted him on the back.
It was his best friend Dave, but everyone called him Gypsy. “Just came a few seconds ago.
No, no one thought it’d be necessary to engage me. But you see…”, he pointed at the food on the table,
“We’ve got enough food for the next days.”. “Great”;
Gyp grinned and took his imaginary hat off to him.
“Too kind!”, Don laughed, picked up the paperbags and stored them in a tottery cupboard.
“Do you mind if I go to bed now? I’m really done..:”,
he asked his friend weakly and sniffed quietly.
“Sure, it’s after midnight, I’ll go to sleep as well. Good night lad.”, his friend answered,
nodded in his direction and crawled in his sleeping bag on the floor.
Yawning Donovan limped to the sofa, stripped his shoes and jacket off and cuddled in
his blankets with an exhausted moan.
His leg throbbed with pain and his head pounded intrusive.
Although he wore all his clothes and was covered with a thick blanket, he still felt cold and
shivered slightly, but quickly fell into a fitful, far to short, sleep.
When the damn began to crack, he awoke slowly and opened his heavy eyes.
Dizziness overcame him, when he sat up in the sofa and looked around to spot Gypsy,
Jane or at least someone else, but it seemed, that they all left the house.
Still tired he went to the cupboard where they stored the food, picked a bun and a slice cheese.
Chewing he walked through the old house and looked desperate for his mates.
Why didn’t they tell him where they’re going?
When he finished his breakfast he put on his coat,
stepped outside and walked around in the early hours of the day.
He took a look at the big clock of a small post office, it was about 7 o’clock in the morning,
that means the shops would open in about an hour.
Freezing he walked along a little beautiful river, where they always bathed in the summer.
At once someone patted him on the back and he shrugged



Mod Note: Edited at author's request ~Mute

Aw, your writing is lovely!
Might I suggest spacing it out more? It's sometimes difficult to follow.

Asides, he sounds like a cutie.

Aw he sounds like a very cute and sweet guy, I like him so much!
Great start, I'm waiting for more.

I really want to read more! Please continue!!!!!

Hey folks,
here's a new part,
it only contains one sneeze, but there'll be more,
I promise ;-)

“Morning Don, what’s up?”
He turned around and gazed at Gypsy, who was eating an apple and smiling silly,
because he shocked him.
“Hey Gyp, what are you doin’ here?”, he asked him and yawned,
“All the shops are still closed.”
“Yea, I know. But yesterday I forgot to tell you, that I got a job offer at the butchers.
It’s not a perfect job, but well, we’ll get money.”
He reached for another apple out of his pocked and offered it to Donovan,
who took it thankfully and bit into.
It was a sour apple and he made a face when swallowing burned a bit,
because since morning he had a somewhat scratchy throat,
so he cleared his throat and replied,
“Uh, that’s a sore one. But your job, that’s great.
I don’t like slaughtering animals, but you don’t have to do this, right?”
Gypsy grinned and secured him,
“Naah, don’t worry lad, I’m only there for selling the meat, not for doing the bloody things.”
Both walked along the river side and talked.
“Fine! Well, when do you start?”, the scottish one wanted to know.
Shrugging his shoulders his pal answered, “Uh, they asked me to come at 8 o’clock in the morning, but now it’s still too early.”
Confused Donovan raised one eyebrow and mentioned,
“It was nearly half past eight when I met you here,
I think you’re almost late if you don’t hurry.”
Gypsy shrugged and agreed,
“Okay, I’ll better go before they get another one for this job. See ya.”,
he disappeared and the bloke from Glasgow was at his own again.
He threw the rest of his apple away and rubbed over his nose that was itching.
He considered going into shops and asking for a job,
but he was a bit hopeless because the day before they all seemed so unapproachable.
First he saw a salesman arranging a few shelves with books.
When he came closer the salesman turned around irritated and told him not to touch anything,
even though he wasn’t going to.
“Excuse me sir, I’ve got a question...”
Arrogant the seller gazed at him and snapped,
“Well, then ask.” Donovan felt a bit out of place and stuttered,
“I’m looking for a job, and I wonder if you need someone to help you.”
“No thank you, I have all the help I need.”,
he answered coldly and continued decorating the shelves.
Why was everyone so mean to him?
He always had been friendly, hadn’t he?
The anger made him look a bit sad, and to top it all his nose started tickling again and he rubbed frantically over it.
The next shop he found was a bakery.
When he entered the shop he got greeted with a friendly,
“Good morning, can I help you?”
A pretty salesgirl gave him a cheerfully smile and he approached.
“Oh yes, uhm…Good Morning. I’m looking for a...for a…”, he started,
but then felt a sneeze building,
turned quickly away and cupped his hands over his face,
“He’isshh”
Sniffling he turned around again and said,
“Oh, I’m sorry. Well I’m looking for a job. Possibly you have got work for me.”
“Bless you darling. Oh, I’m so sorry,
I just engaged two young girls the week before, we don’t need help anymore”
Sadly he looked at the ground and mumbled,
“It’s okay, Anyway thank you. Good Bye!”.
“See you”, she answered as he left the shop.
It was freezing cold outside, the winter began to develop.
His nose got runny and he sniffed forcefully to hold it back.
After a bit strolling, he returned to the small post office and looked at the clock again.
Now it was a little after 9 a.m., so he decided to try his luck later.
Suddenly he noticed someone patting him on his back again and turned around.
When he saw Gypsy grinning dopy, he yelled a ,
“Oww, you bastard.” and both burst out in laughing.
But his friend gave him a worried look when the Scottish one’s laugh
turned into a hacking cough, and he doubled over.



Mod Note: Edited at author's request ~Mute

Seconding the request/advice to break it into paragraphs, but other than that, it's nice to read! (: Well done.

The spacing was a bit difficult, but asides, this was adorable.

aww...I'm sorry,
I spaced it, but forgot to save it
Does anybody know how to edit the post?
Because I can't find the edit button...

Haha.

You can edit your posts for 10 minutes after posting, since you're currently a poster. However, you can PM any of the moderators for them to edit your story for you. You can also apply for writer's group, and PM one of the Admins. :]

Aw! Thank you for updatoing! Nice chapter!!!!
Please continue!!!

Hey there =)
I asked a admin for spacing my story,
I dunno if he's able to do, I hope so.

“Don, are you okay?”, Gyp wanted to know when his friend gasped for air and groaned.

”Uh…Dunno, my throat is just a bit dry and scratchy.”,

he answered shrugging and cleared his irritated throat,

“And? Did they engage you?” Gyp gave him a proud grin and announced,

“Oh yeah, they wanted me to be a seller. Great, ay? And I’ll start tomorrow.”

“That’s great!”, Don cheered and hugged Gyp who mumbled,

“Now we should get you a job, you had no success, had you?”

Sadly he sighed, “Naah, don’t got a job.

There was a posh fella who is just a bastard, he runs the bookshop around the corner.

Then I was at the baker’s, there was a really hot bird,

but unfortunately she didn’t had a job for me.”

Yawning he rubbed his eyes and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

“Don’t be upset, we’ll find something for you, alright?”, Gyp comforted him,

grabbed him on his elbow and dragged him in the direction of a few restaurants.

When they came closer to the front door, a posh looking butler gazed disgusted at

their long hair and their worn out clothes and asked, “Can I help you?”

“Sure!”, Gyp answered before his mate even thought about an possible answer,

“My pal here is looking for a job. Maybe someone of you needs help.”

With an arrogant look the butler eyed him suspiciously and Don,

who slightly blushed when their eyes met.

“I don’t think the owner of this restaurant would appreciate someone of the working class

as a butler.”, he mentioned coldly, but then his eyes widened in shock and he hurried inside.

Confused the two of them turned around and saw a guy in very tight jeans approaching.

“Hey blokes, can I help you?”, he asked them with a broad northlondoner Cockney accent

and grinned at them.

“Uhm, yeah, I’m looking for a job, possibly someone here needs help.”,

Don answered and grinned sheepishly.

“Oh yeah! Terrific idea. You’re engaged. You’ll start tomorrow at 8 o’ clock, alright?”,

the strange cockney guy secured him and disappeared in the building.

Slowly both lads looked confused at each other and Don muttered,

“Was…Was he serious?”

Suddenly Gyp gave him a very big grin, nodded and replied, “Uhm, yeah, I think so.”

He gave his mate a tight hug and yelled a “Yay!!”

Still confused and totally gobsmacked Don grinned and made a high five with his mate.

“Let’s go back home, somehow I’m done.”, he suggested and yawned hearty,

but the other one shook his head in disagreement and explained,

“I’ll meet a pretty bird, I’ll come later. See you.”

“Alright, have a nice day!”,

he yelled when Gyp disappeared behind the next edge and made his way home.

Somehow his head pounded and he felt incredibly tired even though it wasn’t even midday.

When he entered he house in the middle of the street he heard a well known voice

asking him how he was doing.

“Hey Jane, I’m fine, I guess just a little tired. And you?”,

he answered and tottered to the sofa to sit down.

She sat down beside him and replied,

“I’m not sure, fine, but I’m afraid, that my parents will find me.

When I was out for a walk I saw a poster with my face on it.

I was so scared I ran out of the shop and hid here.”

Donovan put his arms around her and soothed,

“That’s darn, the next days you’ll better stay here and not leave the house.

I’m sure tha..that…”, quickly he turned his head away and sneezed towards the ground,

“He’eeshh”, he sniffed and continued, “I’m sure that they’ll forget in a while.

Then you’re safe again.” Jane looked sadly at him and answered,

“Bless you. Aww…I don’t know what to do. What’s if they send a search party for me?

I’m so damned.” The curly haired lad stroke over her light red hair and promised,

“I’ll do my best to protect you. They won’t get you. Trust me.”,

just before doubling over with another sneeze. “Heh’isshhh”.

“Ah, dammit.”, he muttered and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

“Blesses. Sure you’re alright? You look a bit pale.”,

Jane wanted to know and stroked his cheek worried.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just tired, I’ll sleep a bit if you don’t mind.”,

he replied and cuddled in his blanket.

“May I join you?”, she asked and yawned as well.

“Sure.”, he replied and she crawled under the blanket.

Within a few minutes he fell asleep, but Jane was still awake.

It was not only, that she had too much on her mind, to top it all Don was snoring lightly.

He never did it before.

Eventually both were still asleep when Gypsy returned announcing dinner.

“Huh?”, Jane awoke, rubbed her eyes and faced Gypsy,

who was setting a tottery table and yelling,

“Folks, it’s time for dinner!”

Carefully Jane stroke Donovans cheek to wake him up.

Slowly he opened his eyes and sat up muffling a cough in his elbow.

“Wake up Donno, it’s time for dinner”,

she said, gave him a sweet smile and walked to the table where the others were sitting.

Sleepy he got up, staggered to his other pals and sat down at the table.

Wetly sniffing he watched Jane placing some noodles and sauce on the table.

During the dinner Donovan barely said a word.

For one thing Jane was in the centre of attention because they discussed what to do when a search party comes to find her,

and for another thing his throat hurt that badly that he kept better quiet.

But after the meal Gyp turned around to him and asked concerned,

“Everything alright Don? You’re so quiet, that’s pretty strange.”

Forcing himself to a weak smile he mumbled,

“Nah, don’t worry, I’m just a bit under the weather I think.”,

and muffled a harsh cough into his elbow.

Giving him a sympathetic smile a blonde, wavey haired girl got up

to make him a cuppa tea when he began to shiver lightly.

For the first time Donovan saw the new ones, as far as he knew,

they were called Max and Helen.

The two of them were sitting in a corner and chatting quietly but fell silent when Donovan approached.

“Hey, how are you doing? I’m Donovan, and you?”, he greeted and sat down beside them.

Sheepishly an ebony haired girl answered,

“Hello…Fine, thanks. Ahm…I’m Helen. And this is my brother Max.”,

The ravenhaired boy just nodded and glanced at the Scottish one, who was smiling at him.

(TBC?)

Definitely tbc!
I really like this!
Please do continue!!!!!

Aw Linda, this guy is so adorable! I love him more and more!
Absolutely you should continue!

I'm working on it ;-)
You'll get the next part today, alright?
Oh yeaah, he's just so adorable <3

Okay, here's the next part.
I'm sorry that it's kinda short but I'm terribly busy with school :'-(
But anyhow I'll try to keep you updated:

They were talking a bit but after a while Donovan noticed,

that they were pretty shy, or rather then, they tried to avoid talking to others.

It hurt him a little because usually he always gets along with new ones,

so he said goodbye and walked up to Gyp, who was sitting on the sill and gazing out of the window.

“Hey Don, come and sit by me.”, he offered still peering outside.

“What’s the matter?”, Don wanted to know and sat down beside him, muffling a cough into his sleeve.

“Do you see those men?”, he hissed,

“Those men walking down the path?. They are looking for Jane!

If we don’t hide her immediately,

they’ll find her and we all are getting into huge troubles.”,

he got more and more panicked and his eyes furiously scanned the area in front of the house.

“Darn! Don, you try to distract the search party, alright? And I’ll go up and warn Jane.”,

he panted out and before Donovan even could react, he hurried upstairs shouting for Jane to hide quickly.

Helplessly she crawled under her bed and started trembling.

“Please keep quiet. Oh…Don’t worry hun, they won’t get you.”, he whispered and stumbled downstairs again.

Confused Donovan gazed at him and shrugged, when someone knocked loudly at the door.

Gyp gulped and slowly opened the door asking,

“Hullo? Can I help you?” and gave the policeman a doubtfully smile.

“I’m looking for a young girl called Jane Entwistle, possibly you’ve seen her.”,

he answered sternly and showed the two lads a picture of a younger Jane.

Subtly Donovan gulped and answered hastily,

“I’m sorry that this child is lost, but I haven’t seen her before.

But possibly she hides over there in the shed, it’s a common place for runaways.”, he

pointed in an undefined direction and the policeman nodded thankfully.

“Thank you for your well-meant tip, we’ll send another search party in that area.”,

he disappeared with two other policemen which were stepping out of the bushes.

“Oh holy fuck…”, Gyp muttered and closed groaning the door.

“Nothing but trouble.”,

Donovan added and launched into a coughing fit, pressing his hands up to his mound to muffle the sound.

Both hurried to Jane to tell her the news.

Breathlessly Gyp announced, “Your parents sent several search parties for you. We really have to watch out.”

“Ohh Gyp, I’m scared to death…”, she whined and tears ran down her face.

(TBC?)

I'm sorry that there was no sneezing in the last part
But our cutie is very sickly now,
it's like a promise that there'll be more yummy sneezes of Donno =P

He hugged her tightly and soothed, “We’ll do everything we are able to.

As long as I’m here I’ll try to protect you as good as I can.”

Donovan stroked over her long red hair and promised,

“They won’t get you. We’ll do anything to protect you. I promise you.”

Suddenly he took a few steps out of the room and Jane and Gyp heard the sound of muffled coughing.

Eventually he returned, rubbing his eyes and yawned,

“I’ll go to sleep right now,

I’m really done and besides I’ll start the job tomorrow.”

“Good night Don”, both wished him and he sleepily went downstairs.

Shivering he crawled under his blanket and tried to sleep,

but his throat kept scratching and swallowing hurt slightly.

“Good morning! Come on, get up Donno”

He awoke and just felt miserable.

His head was pounding, his sinuses all stuffed up and his whole body ached.

Rubbing sleepily over his eyes he faced Jane, who was giving him cheery smile.

“Morning Jane”, he croaked and muffled a harsh cough in his pillow.

Concerned she looked straight into his pale face and asked,

“You don’t sound that good, are you alright?”

Shrugging his shoulders the scot replied,

“If I’m honest I feel like utterly crap.” and buried his face in his pillow, coughing painfully.

“Aww…Poor you. I’ll make you a nice warm tea”,

she soothed and stroked his arm sympathetically before getting into the kitchen.

Slowly Don sat up, feeling dizzy and rubbed against his throbbing head.

His eyes followed every of Jane’s movements and he gave her a weak smile when she returned,

handing him a steaming cup.

His throat made him wince in pain when he swallowed a sip of the hot tea and he whined,

“How am I able to work today? They won’t engage me in this state.”

Like a demonstration for his miserable condition he took a few hasty breaths,

turned away from Jane and sneezed a wet, “Hee’ik’tchhh” in his elbow.

He sighed.

Aw sickly Don is adorable even more!
Okay, I'll be here for his yummy sneezes.
Great story anyway, you're brilliant, dear.

Yeah Silent Sophie,
a sickly Donovan who tries to work anyway is even more yummy
Here's another part, without sneezing, but there'll be more, I promise

“Bless you. I’m sure they’ll understand, I mean, everyone gets sick.”,

she shrugged and sat down beside him.

“Yeah…I hope they think that way.”, he muttered and got up.

He felt somewhat dizzy, rubbed his throbbing head and nearly lost his balance.

He wasn’t hungry at all, so he just drank his tea, put his coat on, croaked a


“See you” and left the house.

Sadly Jane murmured a, “Bye” and felt sorry for her sickly mate,

but for her as well because she must not leave the house the next days.

Sighing she sat down at the sofa, grabbed Donovan’s guitar and strummed few chords.

* * *

Now the winter had arrived.

Shivering Donovan legged the way to the restaurant, because he was afraid that he was almost late.

Breathlessly he stopped in front of the restaurant, checked his reflection in the window,

hesitated a minute and then entered the building.

It was bigger than it seemed from the outside, and he was confused where to go.

Quietly sniffing he opened another door where a neon sign was hanging above.

Now he was in the public house, but it was empty. Only one lonely figure was cleaning the bar.

Donovan recognized him at once and approached.

“Hullo”, the bloke with the strong cockney accent greeted him and gave him a cheerfully smile.


TBC ?

Lovely! And I find Jane adorable too.
Keep writing! *_*

(Oh, and you can call me just Sophie if you want. )

Nice! I'm sorry I haven't commented for ages but you know when life gets busy? It sucks!
I swear I haven't slept properly for at least two weeks.
But I sure will tonight, because this is AMAZING!!!!!!!
Thank you! For writing this peice of genius! Please continue!!!!

Aww thank you Sophie and Aprilcot
You really made my day with the comments,
I'm working on the next part,
I'll post it soon.
Oh, I know what you mean "when life gets busy"
It really sucks...
I wrote at least 3 tests the past week,
but now I can relax a bit ^^

Alright folks,
I'll hurry to write another part

3 TESTS????????!!!!!!!!!
That does suck!
I look forward to reading the next part!

Oh yeah,
it really sucks.
But it's always in that time of year,
the teachers are too dumb to organize a better date for the tests.
Anyway...
Here's a new part.
Hope you enjoy

“Er..Hello. I’m here because you said, you’ll engage me, right?”,

Donovan stuttered and noticed that his voice still sounded rough.

“That’s right man, er…But you’re way too early ‘ere. Didn’t I tell you to come at 8 o’clock?”,

the one with the tight jeans answered and gave him a

mischievous smile. Donovan looked at the clock, that was hanging over him and asked sheepishly, “It is 8 o’clock, isn’t it?”

“I meant in the evening.”, the Englishman laughed but added,

“Ah, don’t worry, it’s my fault. I’m sorry.”, Donovan just shrugged and gave him a embarrassed grin.

“If you want to, you can help me in the kitchen washing the plates, but otherwise your shift will start in the evening.”,

he offered and looked quizzical at him. “I’m already here, I’ll help you.”,

Donovan answered and cleared his throat, when he noticed that his voice faded.

“Great. Come ‘ere.”, the other bloke cheered and headed into the kitchen.

Muffling a cough into his elbow Donovan followed him.

“It’s huge!”, he gasped when he found himself in the biggest kitchen he’d ever seen.

“Yeah, kinda. But it’s a bit musty in here, isn’t it?”, the Londoner shrugged and opened a window.

Immediately Donovan started shivering slightly and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Oh, how rude. I didn’t even tell you my name, did I?”, the bloke asked him and approached.

“Nah…”, Don replied and tried to hold back the urge to cough, to top it all a tickling feeling grew in his nose.

“I’m Daniel, but all my friends call me Dan. It’s up to you.

Well, and I’m the son of the owner of this restaurant, it’s Bill Williams.

But he’s abroad, so I’m in charge of.”

“Nice to meet you Dan, I’m Donovan, but you may call me Don. It’s up to you.”,

he smirked when Dan raised amused his eyebrows and rubbed his nose vigorously,

but it was a very stubborn tickle.

“Alright Don, I’ll show you what to do in ‘ere, okay? Uh…it’s still dark outside”,

he mumbled and switched the bulbs of the little lusters on.

That was too much for Donovan, he promptly lost the fight,

and cupped his hands over his face when a sudden sneeze escaped him.

“He’tchhxxx”

“Bless you lad”, Dan said, but Donovan knew he wasn’t done.

Quickly he turned away and sneezed a double, desperately trying to muffle it into his bare hands. “Huh…He’ktchh, He’tchhh”

Sniffing wetly he lowered his hands, trying to avoid looking Dan into his eyes.

“You alright fella?”


TBC?

How cuuuuuuute! He's just adorable! He makes me melt!
Very yummy sneezes, sweetie!

I totally second Silent Sophie!
How cute!!!
Please continue! I'm loving this!!!

Rubbing his eyes he answered with a simple, “I think so.” and gave him an embarrassed smile.

“Alright, you see, we have a cook, so you don’t have to cook, oi?

But we need someone to clean the dishes, and sometimes serving the plates,

is that okay with you?”, Dan wanted to know and pointed at the sink, where the dishes were towered up.

“Sure”, Donovan croaked and came closer to the sink clearing his throat.

“Take your time, I just need them in the evening.

You may go home if you’re finished, but don’t forget to come back at 8p.m.”,

the lad told him, added a foolish “Have fun and don’t drown!” and left the room.

Immediately Donovan shut the window and was thankful, that he finally was alone.

He didn’t think that his state was bad, but he didn’t feel that good as well.

Still shivering he filled hot water in the sink and started washing the dishes.

It warmed him up a little, but it never had been his favourite activity.

At least he got paid for this.

After about an hour he just felt tired, he’d never seen so many dishes in his whole life.

His mood dropped when his throat was hurting again and he couldn’t stop coughing for a while.

He’d better stayed home.

When he finished cleaning up the dishes he nearly fell asleep,

Even though it wasn’t a really hard work he felt exhausted and tired.

After drying his hands with a towel he returned to Dan and yawned, “I have finished.”

The lad nodded pleased, handed him 10 pounds and responded,

“Well done. Here you are. I expect you in the evening. Have a nice day. Oh, and don’t forget to wear decent clothing, alright?”

Don nodded absently, fighting with a tickling sensation in his nostrils, croaked out a “Laters.” and disappeared in the direction of the exit.

When he was outside and gazed at the sun, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

His eyelids fluttered shut and he sneezed forcefully towards the ground. “Heh’isshh, Heh…i’ktchhh”.

Wetly sniffing he rubbed over his nose that got a bit runny.

The tickle didn’t fade, it was still there and bothered him:

Several times his breath hitched, his eyes closed and he was about to sneeze, but then it was stuck. Darn.

Coughing like mad he managed his way back home and massaged his temples because his headache grew more and more.

“I’m back Gyp”, he yelled hoarsely when he entered the house and noticed, that his voice was terribly rough from all the coughing.

“Hey Don, how are you?”, the lad wanted to know and gave him his typical grin.

“Uh…You don’t wanna know…”, he groaned and muffled a cough in his hand.

“You are a bit under the weather, huh?”, Gyp asked him and both sat down on the sofa.

“Silly question”, he moaned and shivering grabbing his blanket.

tbc? ;-)

of course tbc!!!!!!
maybe a bit more sneezing *begging*

thanks for reading
Uh...there will be more^^
I just try to write a plot,
because if you know my other fics,
there barely is a story behind
Alright,
now a question to you all:

how bad should he feel? *grin*
I don't wanna make him really ill,
because he should be able to work
(and let out a lot of yummy sneezes)

Has anyone an idea?
Tell me

Love,
Linda

Uh, maybe a slight fever? It wouldn't prevent him from working.
LOL, I know, I always reply with my fever-kink to this kind of questions.

Anyway, nice chapter, it's adorable to see him so exhausted!

Alright folks
Sorry it took so long,
but here's the next part.
I think I'll finish the story soon.
There'll be more sneezing,
so don't be upset that in this part are only three^^

“Get well. I’m outside.”, Gyp sulked and left the house.

Sighing Don curled tighter in his blanket, closed his heavy eyes and tried to take a little nap.

He awoke when he heard the sound of a banging door and a voice talking to him.

Sleepily he rubbed his eyes and looked around to spot the person.

“I’m here”, he heard the voice giggle and he noticed Jane sitting at the edge of his couch.

“Hey Jane”, he greeted hoarsely and grinned when she gave him a cheery smile.

“Are you better?”, she wanted to know and worried touched his forehead,

that was shimmering slightly sweaty.

“Not really”, he muttered and tried to suppress a coughing fit.

But he failed badly and found himself coughing his ass off.

“You sound terrible.”, Jane sighed and gave him a concerned look with her big green eyes.

“Duh…”, Don smirked, got up and shuffled into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”, she wanted to know and followed him.

To spare his throat he just raised the tea can and pointed at the water boiler to make her understand.

“You’re making tea? Aww, I could do for you. Just sit down and relax.”,

she offered but Don just shook his head absentely and boiled the water.

“It’s your own fault.”, she laughed and left the room when he bent forward trying to stifle a bunch of sneezes. “Huh’gnnnnxx, Eshhhuu, Heh’eh’shh”

Now he was at his own again. He shrugged and poured tea in a mug.

Sipping on his tea he made himself comfortable on the couch.

The tea warmed him up a little and he felt his congestion ease and his nose getting runny.

Sniffling he scanned the room for any tissues, but he couldn’t find any.

Eventually he hurried into the small bathroom, took a bunch of loo paper and blew his nose wetly.

Disgusted he threw it into the loo and returned into the living room.

This is wonderful! Donovan is so sweet.

Please, please continue!

He shrieked when he ran into Gyp, who was carrying two bags and dropped them on the floor.

“I’m so sorry Gyp”, Donovan mumbled and helped him picking up the little wrapped things.

“What’s that?”, he wanted to know and pointed at the bag.

“Don’t you smell it? It’s a lot of sausages.

The friendly wife of the butcher refused to let me go without these.”,

he smirked and looked somewhat proud.

“That’s great! Nah…Can’t smell anything right now…”, Don answered dully and added cheery, “By the way, I got 15 pounds for doing the washing up.”.

Absently rubbing his tickly nose he scanned his trouser pockets for the money.

“Got it!”; he grinned and handed him the money.

“Thanks. Let’s see. Someone of us should go buying food, usually it’s Jane,

but she must not leave the house.”, his friend mumbled.

“I can’t I have to work in the evening, remember?”, Don remembered him and bit on his upper lip to distract himself from sneezing.

“Yeah, you’re right. I forgot…Alright, I’ll do the shopping.

By the way, bless you.”, Gyp announced when he watched Donovan’s face screwing up. “I…I’m not going to…huh…to…”With fluttering eyelids he took a few

hasty breaths but pinched his nostrils tight just in time to destroy the upcoming sneeze.

“Uh…”, he sighed delighted and sniffed wetly trying to clear up the mess in his his nose.

Without success.

A few minutes later the tickle returned and he repeated his procedure, but the force to sneeze was too strong to hold it back.

Eventually he bent forwards with a half-stifled “H’etk’nnnchuh”, groaning because his ears hurt badly and Gyp was chuckling.

“How much time is it?”, he asked Gyp staring at the ground and avoiding facing him.

“About 7 I think”, he responded and yawned, setting the table for dinner.

“I almost forget, I should wear decent clothes. Do you have something that looks quiet decent?”, he asked with a light sniff and looked at the tatty bag where

Gyp stored all his stuff.

“Possibly”, he answered and kneed down, searching for something suitable.

Don sat down beside him, rubbing his nose vigorously and watched Gyp making a mess.

“Could you do me a favour?”, Gyp asked bugged.

“What?”, Don wanted to know and sniffed wetly.

“Please stop breathing in my ear, it drives me crazy to hear you sniffling all day long.”, he answered unnerved.

“I’m sorry, but hey, I can’t help it.”, Don answered resentful, tried desperately to breath through his stuffed up nose and ended up with coughing deeply.

“Here, black trousers and a white shirt. I think it’ll do.”,

He finally found something and handed it to his friend who took it gratefully


TBC?

By the way...I'm sorry that I can't spell sneezes...

sure tbc
and dont apologize about the spelling
everything is ok

Happy easter everybody
Here is another part of the story of a boy called Donovan ^^
(With more yummy sneezes)
I totally love this part, I hope you do as well.
Please tell me


“Thanks a lot”, he said and blushed when he noticed how congested his voice sounded, “I’ll call Jane and the others for dinner.”

He stood up and headed upstairs.

“Hey folks, we have dinner right now!”, he yelled huskily into the little living room to make them move downstairs

just before bending forward with two unexpected sneezes.

“Heh’ishhou, heh’chuuuh”, he wearily caught them in his hand.

“Bless you”, he heard a voice from the other room.

Jane was sitting on her bed reading a magazine, looking bored.

“Hey honey”, she greeted when Donovan stopped breathing hastily beside her.

“Hi Jane. It’s time for dinner.”, he gasped just before muffling a cough into the crook of his elbow.

“Aww, poor you, still feeling bad?”, she asked concerned and got up to stroke over his curly, brown hair.

“Not too bad.”, he muttered, forcing himself to a weak smile and both went downstairs to have dinner.

After he hastily gulped down some food, he waved a quick goodbye and left the house to get to the restaurant in time.

He was already dressed in Gypsy’s clothes so he tried not to get them dirty.

Slightly out of breath he arrived in the restaurant and greeted Dan,

who was wearing extremely tight jeans and a flower printed shirt.

“Hey, how’s life?”, he greeted Don and gave him a cheery smile.

“Alright”, he muttered and looked around in the huge room.

There were lots of people in there, sitting at the tables, playing cards, drinking, talking, laughing. But Donovan didn’t even spot a single lady between all
these men.

Rather confused he faced Dan and suddenly he realised, that he was in the middle of a haunt of queers.

Slightly showing discomfort he asked Dan if he should do the washing up or serving the plates.

“Joe’s not there, so I need your help right now. It’s not a big deal for you serving a few plates, is it? Come ‘ere”,

The cockney guy ordered and he followed him into the big kitchen.

“Mamma Mia, fresh blood for this restaurant. Beautiful! Come here”,

a sunburned man, probably in his early 30’s, yelled filled with enthusiasm and hugged the helpless Don tightly. When Don gasped for air the Italian let him

go, offered him his hand and introduced himself as “Antonio”.

“Donovan”, the one that nearly got squashed croaked and shook hands with him.

“Yup Don, that’s Toni. He’s the best cook all over the world. I think you’ll get on well with him. Now I’ll tell you what’s important, alright?”

Wiping his already runny nose with his sleeve he listened absently to the instructions the lad with the colourful flower design shirt was giving him.

“…And please try not to spill something, alright?”,

He finished and Donovan sighed delighted.

“I’ll give my very best.”, he promised before turning away, muffling a deep cough into his hands.

“Uh, before I forget: It’s not very hygienic to cough into your hands,

the guests won’t find this very pleasant.”

“’s alright.”, Don mumbled and sniffed wetly to hold the mess in his nose back,

oh, what would he give for a tissue right now?

“Just relax. I let you know when the food’s finished, alright?

Then you can serve the meals.”,

the tanned cook offered him with a wink.

Don nodded with an insecure smile and rubbed over his nose that won’t stop running and tickling.

He was amazed, he didn’t even felt that worse that he expected although his throat was still sore but at least it didn’t hurt that bad anymore.

The Londoner headed into the other room to take the orders.

While cutting tomatoes the cook warbled away and the Scot felt a light headache growing.

When the cook struck up the song “O sole mio”,

Donovan couldn’t bear it any longer and begged rubbing his temples, “Could you please stop that?”

A tad surprised the cook answered, “Sure” and continued peeling the vegetables.

Don walked around in the kitchen, still massaging his temples, and watched the chef cooking.

“Are you alright?”, he wanted to know when the curly-haired lad sat exhausted down on a chair.

“Yup”, he briefly answered, trying to suppress a stubborn tickling sensation by rubbing his nose frantically.

“Sure?”, he probed and glanced at Don’s pale face, his flushed cheeks and the reddened nose. Although he was doing his best to hold it back, his nose

twitched, his eyelids fluttered shut and he took a few shuddering breaths.

Cupping his hands over his face he doubled over with a bunch of violent sneezes.

“Huh’isheew, Hehgnnnx. He’esshhhh”

Flushing red of embarrassment and weakness he sniffed wetly and scanned his pockets for a tissue.

“God bless you.”, Toni stammered and paused cooking.

Don pressed his sleeve under his streaming nose and asked totally stuffed up,

“Do you have a tissue for me?”

With a sigh the cook got a clean white handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the helpless looking lad. “Here you are”.

Still embarrassed he took the handkerchief gratefully and muttered a “Thanks”

and gave his nose a gurgling blow.

It didn’t help him to get rid of the sensation, his red-framed nose ached and was still tickly.

“Heh…ah…heehh…”, his breath hitched and he desperately gasped for air just before bending over with another forceful sneeze straight into the already

soaked hanky. “Hehh’tchhuuh”

“Bless you again.”, Toni sighed and gave him a concerned look.

Aaaaaaahhh!! Why did I wait so long to read this??!

This is so cute, Linda, I really love it. Donovan is absolutely adorable. And I really like the plot here-- I don't mind that there are fewer sneezes, because it's a really interesting story besides, and then the sneezes are a fun treat mixed in. (Though I also like your stories that don't have much of a plot. Either way works for me!)

And don't worry, you spell out sneezes better than I do! I can imagine them quite well, and they're reeeally good. Heh, I think I'll be borrowing everyone's sneeze spellings when I write stories...

Good job so far!

Aww thank you

Okay, the last part was very long,

I'm sorry that I wrote only a few lines right now.

I just tried to get forward a bit.

I'll try to finish this quick, I've got another cute idea for a new one

Hope you enjoy reading anyway:


“Thanks”, Don mumbled through the hanky and wiped his sore nose carefully.

“I have the orders Toni.”, Dan suddenly burst into the room, “Are the salads finished?”

“Sure.”, Toni answered and gazed at Donovan, who quickly stuffed the hanky in his pocket, “Don will serve them now”

Satisfied Dan nodded, handed him the pad with the orders, and left the room.

“Are you ready?”, Toni asked the sniffling lad who was still sitting on a chair.

“I think so.”, he answered and gave him a weak smile.

His arms full loaded with salad he headed into the huge restaurant room.

Fortunately it was a private function and everybody ordered salad for the beginning.

Carefully he placed a bowl of salad in front of a man with a big cigar and his friends and wished them “Enjoy your meal”

One of them gave him a wink and thanked him.

When Donovan breathed in, the smoke of the cigar teased his already irritated nose with awfully itching.

He muffled a cough into his elbow and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Unobtrusively he ran a hand under his nose, that was running and twitching slightly.

Constantly rubbing his nose he served the other plates with salad in a hurry, disappeared in the lavatory and locked the door behind him.

“Heh’tchuuh, Huhisheew”, he sneezed towards the ground.

“Bloody Hell…”, he muttered, grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and blew his nose wetly.

Shaken by a sudden coughing fit he looked into the mirror and was

shocked to see himself pale as a ghost except his little upturned nose, which was shimmering bright red and sore.

“This evening will be fun”, he thought sarcastically and coughed some more.

UH...it's darn short...I'll write some more lines this evening.

At least I'll try to.

Anyway, I found a pic of Don

It's not the best, usually he's cuter.

But I love his brown curly hair and this little upturned nose

http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/8721/donovanmega.jpg

Aw, this is cute! :D

FINAL PART, YAAAAAY!!!

Hey folks, now here's the slightly confusing end.
I'm sorry that it sounds so rough, it's really difficult for me to write this,
because you know that english's not my mothertongue...
Anyway, I hope you get the meaning.
If there are some really bad mistakes, please tell me ;-)

Lot's of sneezing in here as well...yummy =P
Have fun!

Suddenly he felt strangely dizzy and stumbled.

Weakly he pressed his hand against his hot forehead and clinged to the sink.

He shrieked when he heard a knock on the door and a well known voice asking,

“Don, are you in there?”

“Huhesshhou”, echoed loudly through the bathroom.

“I guess you are”

“Uhm…Gyp?”, he answered gobsmacked and opened the door.

“We’ve got a little problem.”, the thin guy explained,

dragged a redhaired girl into the bathroom and locked the door when all of them were in.

“Hiya Don…”, a quiet voice greeted and Don’s heart missed a beat, “Jane!”

“What’s the ma…”, he tried to say, but interrupted himself with a rattling cough.

“Roughly said: We’re on the run.

Jane’s parents found out about us, and now our house is surrounded with policemen.

Jane and I could only just escape through the window when we saw them coming.”

“Really?”, Donovan sniffed and rubbed his nose absently.

His eyes widened in shock and he was stunned for a few seconds.

Only a strong tickle in his nose made him realise that he was not dreaming.

“…And now?”, he managed to say before he his breath got shaky

and he brought up a hand to his nose to catch a set of hasty sneezes.

“Hisheeew, H’eshhh, ‘eshhouu”

“Eww..”, he moaned when he noticed that his hand was pretty wet and his nose dripping.

When he noticed a pair of big green eyes staring at him,

he blushed slightly and reached with an excusing smile for another bunch of toilet paper.

While he cleaned up the mess Gyp explained him the further strategy.

“I'm sure we don't have to leave the country, that's for sure.

But we should stay a while away from home, because they'll observe us.

You and me, we should return home, but first we must find a place for Jane to stay.

You know, the police's never friendly to beatniks.”

Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.

Paranoid Gyp turned around and gazed at the open window, ready to jump out of it, but Donovan soothed,

“They didn't see you coming in here, did they?” and Gyp relaxed a bit.

“A second please”, he called but a deep voice answered,

“I know that you're in there!”

A shiver ran down his spine and he made a gesture to Gyp, that he should be ready to run away with Jane.

Reluctantly he opened the door and a man in full police uniform stood in front of him,

he wanted to close the door fast, but the policeman hindered him.

“You won't get her, never, I...huh..I will...huh...H'eshhho”,

The fever took control over Donovan, he lost his balance and nearly fell onto the floor,

but the policeman caught him just in time.

“Don't worry lad! I won't take your little friend away.

I just have to give you a message.”, he explained and Donovan struggled out of clutch.

Totally gobsmacked he faced him when he continued,

“I know that the parents of this girl had abused her, and sent a search party to find her.

But your problem is solved. Mr. and Mrs. Entwiste died the day before of a overdose tranquillizer.”

The three of them just stared like hypnotized at the policeman.

There was a silence.

“Oh, and you inherit the house.”, he added, handed her a contract, turned around and left.

More silence.

“Please don't wake me, it's a beautiful dream...”, Jane murmured and grabbed Donovan's elbow.

Sheepishly he mumbled, “Darling, I'm the one with the feverish dreams, not you.”

“Heh'gnnxx”

“...What was that?”, Donovan wondered.

Jane and he turned around and found Gypsy slightly out of breath.

Grinning foolishly he offered a, “Typical happy end?” when they burst out in laughing.



Indeed it was a happy end.
Gyp, Jane and Don moved to the house Jane inherited.
Eventually they earned money with Don's music.

Haha! I like the line, typical ending. Nicely done! :]

Linda, I finally read all the remaining chapters of this story, and I have to say to you it was an absolute cuteness! I wish I could hug Don and cuddle him all day long! Oh and you made him a little feverish, that's lovely, thank you!
Also, wonderful sneezes! I loved the echo in the bathroom.

Thank you so much
I'm glad that actually a few people like the story.
Yay, I'm a huge fan of the echo-part in the bathroom^^

Guess what,
I'll start a new story soon =)
But this time about a total new fandon.
About two brothers: Ray and Dave
Hatress is the only thing that keeps them together =P
Nearly...and the music of course.
I'll write a little part and post it,
maybe you're interested in.

I'll call it simply "Brothers" or something like that^^

I agree with everything! Gaaah, this was cute. and I'm so happy they're all okay in the end! (though still cutely sick..)



As in Ray and Dave Davies? From the Kinks??

Yup,
these two =)
I fell in love with them,
and I decided to write a little story about them.
And I'm inspired by a song (naah, nothing like their song "hayfever"),
I just watched the video and loved it.
Here's the link,
the story'll play at these time,
at 1977.
I think both Ray and Dave look adorable in this video,
and Dave's voice is just perfect

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzjoqpTqSR4

If anyone has suggestions, please tell me,
I just wrote a little beginning,
but there's no sneezing yet.
But I'm working on it,
I think Dave will be the lucky one, who has to suffer, hihi^^

Nice!! Personally I'm partial to the Kinks in the 1960s, but I'm still looking forward to your story!

Wow, I love how you're picking one golden oldie after another and writing all these awesome stories. I grew up on Oldies from the 50s and 60s, but the Beatles and Monkess were the only two groups I ever got super-interested in on a personal level, beyond the music. The Beatles because I was introduced to them through their movies, and the Monkees, well, they had a TV show so you can't help but to get to know them!

Linda, I love how you know so much about all of these groups and musicians that you've been writing about. It's right up my alley, and I'm really interested in doing some of my own research and getting to know my favorite artists behind the music. Thank you for the inspiration!

Wow =)
Thanks...
Yeah, if I'm honest I love the Kinks in the 60s more,
but somehow I fell in love with this video, I can't help it^^
Alright...I didn't write that much, so I will change it,
it'll play 10 years earlier,
let's say ...around 1967

Because I don't think they're so childish as I describe them in the story,
it'll be better when they're in their 20s, and not 30s.

I'm so glad you like it
I don't know if there's an old-music-fetish,
if yes, oooops... =P

Yeah, the first band I fell in love with, were the Beatles,
and they still are
Then I liked the Monkees, Donovan, Joan Baez etc.
Later I discovered the Kinks.
I mean, I already knew them, but I knew only "Lola", "Waterloo Sunset", and so on.
I realised how great and underrated musicians they are