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| Hawkeye | May 16, 2011, 8:14 pm Post #61 |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | May 17, 2011, 11:54 am Post #62 |
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Here we are then. Thanks for commenting, Hawkeye! ![]() PART 16: It was now the first day of June and I was home, waiting for Christina and her boyfriend Dan to get back. They were taking a walk somewhere and we had agreed to have dinner later. Dan had been staying with us for about a week and he was leaving in a couple of days. He, just like Christina, had a job, but they were both on vacation. Christina had told me that Dan was thinking of moving to San Francisco, which to me sounded a bit strange. Not that it would be odd for a person in a relationship to relocate to their partner’s home city, but it was just odd to me that they would start talking about living together after a few weeks of dating, even if they had spent most of that time together pretty much twenty-four/seven. They were moving on very fast, but I was happy for both of them. Dan was really nice and I could see why Christina had fallen for him. He was good-looking, thoughtful, and considerate and he had great manners. He was able to have serious conversations almost anytime and he had a great sense of humor. I had been with Lars earlier, sorting out the custody issue with him. Things seemed good for us and I was confident that I'd get the custody to Lars in a few days. I had talked to Stacey's lawyer and he had said that he'd talk to Stacey and try to get her to drop the case. Apparently, I had made some good arguments and I had also told Stacey's lawyer that Lars would agree to let Stacey see Daniel whenever she wanted to assuming Lars didn't have anything planned at that time. The whole custody issue made me sad, because I didn't want to be the one who'd separate a child from their parent. It was cases like this that made me regret choosing to become a lawyer. I hoped that I'd never be in that situation – trying to fight for the right to see my child, or trying to keep the child's father from seeing the kid. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and I went to see who was behind the door. “Hi, we finished early, I thought I’d drop by and say hi,” James said, smiling, and gave me a kiss. “Hi back,” I said. James walked in and I closed the door behind him. Even though we hadn’t reached an agreement about us having kids, not now, or in the near future, we were still together. I was happy about it, but still, sometimes I thought about the future of our relationship. It would probably just be a matter of time... But James had been great and I was feeling better than I had felt in a long time. I walked to the living room where James was already sitting on the couch. I sat next to him and snuggled closer. “How was work?” “It was cool. Lars and I had an argument, again. But we did finish one song...” “Why did you fight this time?” I asked. James had told me that he and Lars had been arguing a lot lately. To me the fights sounded pretty much stupid. Mostly they were about James’ guitar playing and/or Lars’ drumming. I figured that the fights happened, because now Metallica was trying to do songs collectively, so they all got to work on the songs, even on the demo versions. Before it had just been James and Lars who did basically all the songs. Now it seemed to be a leadership battle between Lars and James, they were both trying to get Kirk and Bob to back them up, so that the other one would have to compromise. It was ridiculous, but I hadn't told James what I thought, I had no reason to start yet another argument with him. “He wasn’t happy with my playing. And I think he was doing too much drum work,” James explained, “But let’s not talk about my work. Wanna do something tonight?” “Like what?” I mumbled, feeling relaxed in his embrace. I had been a little stressed with work during the past few days – especially because of the emotional bond I had to the custody case – that I was just happy to have him hold me close for a moment. “Dinner somewhere?” he suggested. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and stroked my hair while he waited for my answer. He was so tender and sweet. “I’d love to, but I promised I’d go out with Christina and Dan. And I’d rather have you cooking for me. I’m in mood for some barbecue,” I said and smiled playfully at him, “Although, you are going to have to wait until tomorrow. I’m all yours then.” “Okay, tomorrow it is. So, my girl wants some barbecue, anything else?” His fingers were slowly making their way to under my shirt. “Uh-huh. A hot guy doing me some?” I said, smirking. “Did I hear you say ‘doing you’?” He sounded surprised, but I knew that he was only joking. I could see the laughter in his eyes. “Yes and then you heard the word ‘some’ at the end of ‘doing me’.” I giggled. “Although, I like your suggestion, too,” I said and suddenly I was trapped under James, looking him in the eyes. “So... Would you like to know more about my suggestion?” he asked and started to kiss my shoulder lightly. “I would, I really, really would, but now is not the time. Christina and Dan are gonna be here any second,” I said. James continued to kiss me, as if he hadn’t heard what I said. I felt his hand underneath my shirt, rising up on my stomach. My breathing quickened as James’ hand reached my breasts. “How about a barbecue at my place and some steamy action afterwards?” he murmured in my ear. “Steamy action?” I asked and giggled, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that,” I said, still giggling, almost laughing. “God, woman! I’m trying to score here and you’re just laughing!” he said and cracked me a smile. I laughed harder at his words. James got up and looked at me, I knew he was trying to look angry, but he failed as he looked at me. As he saw me laughing with tears in my eyes, he started to laugh, too. “You should try to sound more like the front man of Metallica. I mean, you’re risking your credibility,” I joked. “Okay. So, how’s this? I’m fucking James Hetfield of Metallica, now get your sexy ass over here and I’ll fuck you!” “Better,” I said and laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. “So... Why aren’t you here already?” James asked. “I don’t know. I guess it didn’t work,” I replied. “Women!” James exclaimed and rolled his eyes. I stood up and walked to him. “I didn’t come over so we can fuck, sorry, but this I’ll do,” I said and gave him a passionate kiss. “You do know that I don’t really like harsh talk, so the previous line didn’t work on me,” I said after our lips had parted. “Yeah, I do know that. That’s why I tried the ‘steamy action’,” James replied and kissed my forehead. “Well, I think you should try and find a better word. That just causes giggling,” I said and smiled. “I suppose so,” James agreed. “You know, it’s really nice to see you smiling and laughing again.” “It’s nice to be smiling and laughing again,” I said. “But I wouldn’t be smiling if you hadn’t stopped drinking, so you can thank yourself.” “I know. I’m glad I did quit. I feel better,” he said. I wanted to ask him more about his drinking, or his sobriety, but I was certain that he didn't want to talk about that. “And I’m so happy for you,” I said and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to have dinner with Christina, Dan and me?” I asked. “Dan would like to meet you...” “Meet your boyfriend or meet James Hetfield?” “My boyfriend. Although, he happens to be James Hetfield, so...,” I said, acting like I missed his point. “Seriously though, he’d like to meet you. He’s not a crazy fan and... well, he doesn’t even know your name. I mean, I’m sure he knows the name James Hetfield, but he doesn’t know your name that way... He does know your first name, but not your-” “Yeah, works for me, as long as they're fine with me coming. I don't want to spoil your dinner,” James interrupted, “Though, I have no idea what the hell you were trying to tell me about him knowing my name,” he continued and laughed. I blushed a little and explained him. “He knows that I’m dating a James. And I’m sure that he knows the name James Hetfield, but he doesn’t know that my James is James Hetfield.” “That makes more sense. You sure are a lawyer. Half the time I don’t have a clue what my lawyer is talking about,” he said, smiling. I smacked his arm playfully and laughed. “Maybe you should get a lawyer who makes sense.” “Nah, I love the one we have now.” “I’m sure the lawyer loves all of you, too,” I said, looking at him in the eyes. He gave me a soft smile and brushed his thumb over my jawline. “Sure she does, although, I hope she loves me the most... What do you think?” “I believe that she does... And you wouldn't be ruining dinner,” I told him. “But now, excuse me, I have to change. They’ll be here soon,” I said and left to my room. I heard the door open and I heard Christina and Dan’s voices. They were both talking to James. I finished getting dressed and went to the kitchen, where the others were. “Hi guys,” I said, “I see Dan already met James here,” I said and nudged James at his side. “Yeah, although, I had no idea that you were actually dating James Hetfield,” Dan said. I could see that he was quite surprised. “Well, yeah, but you know now. I don’t exactly like to broadcast it to everyone,” I said and grinned, “I invited James to dinner, too, I hope that’s alright.” “That’s great,” Christina said, “I’ll go get my purse and we can go.” “Where are we headin’ then?” James asked. “I don’t know. Is there somewhere special you’d like to go, Dan?” I asked him. He was the guest after all. “No, I don’t know the city that well...,” he shrugged. “What would you like to eat then?” I asked. “Umm... I’m cool with anything. You guys pick.” “How about some barbecue...?” James asked and shot me a smile, “I know the perfect place.” “Sounds good,” Dan replied. He turned around and walked to Christina’s room. “I can’t guarantee a hot guy cooking barbecue, this time, but hey, at least it is barbecue,” James whispered in my ear softly, right after Dan had gotten out of sight. He was standing right behind me; I could feel his warm breath against my neck. I relived the few minutes on the couch and felt James’ hand sliding under my shirt. James kissed my neck lightly, making his way to my lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. As he was just about to kiss me, he backed away and said, “Something to look forward to.” “You’re an evil, evil man, James Alan Hetfield,” I said. He winked at me and started to hum “Am I Evil?”. “You guys ready?” Christina called. We walked to them, or more like, James pushed me to them, and we left. We agreed that we’d take James’ car, since he was the one who knew where the restaurant was and he said that the three of us could then have some drinks. Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, May 25, 2011, 5:52 am.
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| MamaHet | May 17, 2011, 1:01 pm Post #63 |
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I'm so in love with this story and I can't wait for an update
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | May 17, 2011, 1:07 pm Post #64 |
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Good to know there's at least some of you out there. ;) |
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| Hawkeye | May 17, 2011, 6:20 pm Post #65 |
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Great update! I wonder how dinner will go with everyone else drinking!? |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | May 18, 2011, 5:12 pm Post #66 |
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Here's the next chapter. No problems about the drinking... Right?Thanks for commenting MamaHet and Hawkeye ![]() PART 17 We, as in Christina, Dan, James and I, were in the restaurant James had picked. I remembered being there with James before and I also remembered that the food was amazing. Of course, I knew that James was an expert with these barbecue restaurants and he wouldn’t go to any other than a great restaurant, except maybe for the first time. “These meals look a bit expensive,” Dan muttered. “It’s on me,” James said quickly, giving Dan a little smile. “Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to, I-” Dan started. “I believe I have enough money to buy four meals,” James said, interrupting Dan, and laughed, “And I’m really treating. I bugged in, anyway, and I brought you here. You guys can order anything you want. I’m gonna go talk to the owner,” he continued. Without any further comments, he left the table. “I can’t let him buy,” Dan said to me. I smiled at him. “Seriously, Dan, he has no money problems, you can let him buy. He’s just being friendly.” “Well, I...” “Oh, come on!” Christina exclaimed and slammed her menu on the table, “You had no problem letting me buy you a dinner the other night...” I turned my gaze back to the menu - this conversation was between the courteous man and his girlfriend. “Well, one: you’re my girlfriend, two: that dinner cost like 5 dollars, this is gonna be more like fifty and three: I don’t even know the guy that well.” “Well, argue with him then. It’s not like he’s going to buy you a car, he’s just buying you dinner,” Christina said, maybe a little too harshly for my liking. “He’s being friendly to you and it’s alright,” she continued more softly. “Fine then,” Dan agreed and turned to look at the menu again. ~*~*~*~*~ “Did you have a good time?” James asked me. We were sitting in his car, we had just arrived from the restaurant and Christina and Dan had already left the car to give us some privacy. He was tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. “I did, did you?” “Yeah, Dan’s really nice and Christina’s, too. Not that I didn’t know that before, but she is...” James said quietly. “Yeah, they’re both cool. It seemed that you and Dan got along very well, too,” I said. Both me and Christina had noticed that. I knew that James didn’t often have the chance to get to know people that didn’t want anything from him, so, I was glad that they had gotten along. “Yeah, well, you were there, you saw that. Apparently we have a lot in common, you know?” “Yes, you both are the lead singers of the world’s most famous bands and-” I started. “Come on...” He looked at me, a little uncomfortable. “I don’t see myself as a lead singer of the world’s most famous band. And I’m not sure if you can call us that. I mean... Yeah, I’m in Metallica, but...” James said. “And Dan isn’t a singer or a musician.” “Yeah, he’s not, I was being sarcastic. And I’m positive you can call Metallica one of the most famous bands. Absolutely,” I said and smiled to him. “But you have reminded me of being the lead singer of the world’s most famous band, a couple of times actually...,” I continued quietly. Even though James and I had talked things through, it didn’t mean that I had talked about everything that he had said to me that had made me feel worthless. James sighed. “Drunken-talk again?” he asked and I nodded. “What else?” “That I should remember it.” “Why?” He frowned. “Don’t know. You passed out,” I answered, shrugging. “I’m sorry. I’m starting to think that someone else has pretended to be me and has said that kind of stupid shit...,” he said, “To me I’m just a normal man, I’m in no way better than anyone else in this world.” I glanced at him quickly. “When you are drunk, you are a different person. Then it’s all about you and it’s like I’m worthless.” I smoothed the wrinkles on my jeans, not daring to look at him anymore. “The James with whom I have had the chance to be now is completely different.” “Better, I hope.” “Much better. And to me you’re more than a normal man. You’re so much more,” I said. James had been looking at the cars that were driving by and turned to look at me now. I then realized why he had been looking away; he had tears in his eyes. I had never seen him cry before. Not once in the ten or so years we had known, the six years I had worked for Metallica, and most importantly, the four years we had been in a relationship. “Oh, James...” My eyes welled up as I watched the tears in his. “Don’t cry,” he said softly, “these tears in my eyes are good tears,” he continued and wiped some tears that had fallen on my face away with his hand. We looked at each other’s eyes for a moment until he spoke again, “I hate to quote myself, but I have to do it now... “So as you talk to me, of what is done and to do, maybe I'll understand, and won't hurt you again...,” he sang, hummed the next part and continued, “All I want from you is forgive me,” from that he continued straight to Nothing Else Matters, “All these words I don't just sing, and nothing else matters...” “I’m not sure if that counts as quoting yourself, since you changed the lyrics, but it was beautiful. I love your voice so much and I do forgive you, I know that whatever you have said to me when you’ve been drunk was said because you were drunk, but I can’t forget it. Sometimes it just comes to mind and I can’t help it.” I took his hand in both of mine and brought it to my lips. I kissed his fingertips and he nuzzled my cheek with his hand. He looked at me lovingly. “I’m still sorry for that. I wish I could change things, so-” “You can’t. Or I mean... You have changed. But the past is the past. What matters is that we are here and that we’re doing well, right?” “Right,” James agreed and smiled at me, “I love you so much.” I couldn't remember the last time he had said those words to me. That thought alone made me cry again. “Hey...” He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned closer. “I love you, too...,” I replied. “And it makes you sad to know that I love you?” I laughed at him. “No, I just realized that I can’t remember the last time you told me that.” He looked away from me. “James...” He shook his head slightly. “I suck.” “No, James. You don’t. Please, don’t think that. I know you love me, even if you don’t say it... Sometimes a girl just wants to hear that, but even if I didn’t, I’d know it anyway. You’ve been amazing. There have been times when you haven’t been amazing, but... that happens. I know that it’s not always easy to show your true feelings. I’ve been there, too.” He didn’t say anything or look at me. “James...” “I’m sorry. For everything.” “I forgive you.” I kept looking at James for a while, but when he didn’t say anything. The conversation was over. “I probably should get going...” “Okay. So, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” James asked. It hurt me a little that he seemed indifferent - like our previous conversation didn’t matter, but that was him. He had his boundaries and I had to respect them. “Yeah. I have to be at the office in the morning, but I’ll come over later,” I promised. “Okay, so, barbecue then, right?” James said and grinned. “Yes, and maybe your suggestion afterwards,” I replied, “I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you then,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Sounds good. Good night, honey.” “Good night, Het,” I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. James drove away and I walked in to the apartment. Dan and Christina were sitting on the couch, watching TV. I went to the kitchen, grabbed myself a bottle of water and joined Dan and Christina. “James is really nice,” Dan said. “Yeah, he is. Did you doubt it then?” “Well, not really. But thinking that he’s in Metallica... He could’ve been worse, much worse... I mean, all that stuff about them breaking hotel rooms and that cursing on gigs and all...” I smiled a little at the stereotypes he seemed to believe in. “Yeah. But they are over the trashing-the-hotel-rooms -phase, I’m pretty sure that they haven’t done that in 10 years, or most likely even more. And he acts differently on stage and around fans and press. It’s not the real him,” I said, thinking that he hadn’t been “real” with me for a year, before the past days that is. “It’s understandable. How long have you been seeing each other?” “Since May of 1997. I guess... That’s when we confessed that we have feelings for each other and I went on tour with them for a while. But I’ve known them all longer. I met Kirk in 1989 and started to work for them in 1995.” “You work for them? Wow, that must be cool,” Dan said. “Yeah, I’m their lawyer. The job is exhausting sometimes, but I like it nevertheless. I love the guys and I want to help them as much as I can...” That was my standard reply to everyone who asked me about the job. “You know, I have a friend, who really likes Metallica, do you-” “If you’re trying to arrange a meeting or something, then no. Autographs just maybe. Even though I work for them and even though I’m in a relationship with James... It doesn’t mean that I’m going to arrange a meeting or anything,” I said and continued as Dan opened his mouth again, “and I’m also not giving any scoop on what’s going on with them. I value their private lives and any information they want to make available to fans is available at the website or in interviews and so on.” “Told you,” Christina said quietly. “I guess you’ve been asked those things before...,” Dan said. “Yes, that has happened quite a few times. I understand why you’re asking, but there has to be a line drawn somewhere. I’ll leave the fan stuff to the fan club.” “Okay, I appreciate what you said. I’m not bringing that up again. I was just asking, so... Yeah. Is it okay for me to tell people that I met him?” “Well, it’s your call, obviously, but if you want to see him again or meet the band, I’d suggest that you wouldn’t broadcast it to everyone. I mean, if someone asks if you’ve met him, then sure, tell them, but... if you think about it, do you think they want to socialize with people than consider them normal human beings or with people who will just try to get information out of them and then forward it to a radio station or something... If that’s what you’re going to do, I’d think twice.” “I better go on and call a couple of radio stations to cancel the news then,” Dan said and got up. I looked at him shocked, but got no answer. “He’s just kidding, I swear,” Christina said. “I should hope so,” I said. I wasn’t really amused by his comment, even though I had said the same thing to the guys a couple of times. “Come on,” Christina said and nudged me on my side, “You don’t have to be so serious all the time.” “I’m not! It’s just that I don’t know him that well. If you’d said it I’d be laughing.” “Fine. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Christina knew me too well – she knew when to drop a subject and switch to another one, and most importantly, she knew when it wasn’t the time to be upset by something I had said. “Yeah, I’m going to the office and –” “Something that isn’t work,” Christina interrupted. “If you’d just let me finish. Where’s your well-known patience?” I asked and continued, “As I was saying, I’m going to the office and then I’m meeting James in the evening, I think... Well, I’m seeing him anyway, I’m probably gonna spend the night there.” “Ohh, first night at the house... For you, I mean, got anything special planned?” Christina asked quietly with a smirk. “Yeah, he’s gonna barbecue for me,” I said, pretending that I didn’t understand what she meant. “Aaand...?” “And the rest is between me and him,” I said and gave her a smile. “Aha!” Christina said and pointed at me with her finger, “You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” “Seriously, shout a bit louder, will you? I’m not sure if Dan heard you yet...,” I muttered. “I did,” I heard him saying from the kitchen. Christina and I burst into laughter, as Dan walked back to the living room. “And, quite frankly, I could’ve lived without the information.” “There was no information given, someone just overreacted,” I said, “Anyhow, I’m gonna turn in, I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night to both of you,” I continued and left to my room. I changed into my pajamas and heard a knock on the door. “Yeah?” Christina opened the door and stepped in. “I’m sorry I shouted... I’m just glad you’re doing better now.” “It’s okay. And yes, I know you’re dying to ask, we were thinking about it.” “That’s great. I mean, how long has it been?” “Since we had sex? Umm... The last time was when you called and said that you were in New York, but... That wasn’t really great, I mean, he was drunk and... The last time that it was good... Must be a year. And lately, well, we had the fight and then he left; now we’ve been officially back together for about a week, so...” “A year... That’s a long time,” Christina said. “Yeah, well, he wasn’t really the ideal boyfriend then... You know, he was drinking and...” “I do know. I hope that he’s treating you better now.” “You know he is. He has been amazing now. It’s like he’s a different person when he’s drunk and now it’s another James here with me. I was just talking about this with him, actually... But I should really go to bed now and-” I was interrupted by my cell phone that was ringing. It was playing Carpe Diem Baby, so James was calling, “And apparently James is calling, so... See you tomorrow then,” I said and pushed Christina out of the room. I grabbed my cell phone and answered. “Hi, sorry to call you, but-” I heard from the other end of the line. “No sorries, no worries. I like it when you call,” I interrupted him. I took off my clothes and put on a tee shirt of James’. “Okay, so let’s say that I didn’t say sorry,” he said and chuckled, “but I just wanted to call and say good night one more time,” he continued. How cute was that? James Hetfield saying that he just wanted to say good night. He wouldn’t have done that a month ago, that was for sure. He used to do this when we first started dating and almost always when he was on tour. “That’s sweet of you,” I said. I turned off the lights and got under covers. “I hope you weren’t sleeping yet.” “Wasn’t. I was talking to Christina and I was ready to go to bed. Just rested my head on the pillow.” “Okay. Well, I’ll let you go to sleep then. Good night.” “Good night,” I replied. Neither of us hung up. “James?” “Yeah?” “I, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah.” “Umm, bye and good night.” “Night,” he replied and this time we both hung up. I was so close to telling him that I already missed him, but no. I put the phone on my nightstand, closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep. Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, May 25, 2011, 5:53 am.
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| MamaHet | May 24, 2011, 1:03 pm Post #67 |
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So sweet and emotional chapter. I like this gradual development and improvement of their relationship, they surely deserve it. More please?
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| Scorpion Flower | May 24, 2011, 7:28 pm Post #68 |
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Minna, is it me or the story is different? Or maybe my memory is failing. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | May 25, 2011, 2:40 am Post #69 |
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Haha, I have changed some things. So, if you know the old one word to word by heart... You'll notice some differences. The basic plot is still the same (so far at least), but, for example, for this chapter I added the following:
What didn't you remember happening?
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | July 10, 2011, 11:19 am Post #70 |
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Hey girls! I'm back with an update if you're still interested. Let me know. ![]() PART 18: I woke up in the morning feeling happier than I had felt in a long time. I noticed that I wasn’t in a hurry, so I decided to take a nice, loooong shower. After that, I went to make some breakfast, only to notice that it had been done already. Dan was already awake and reading the newspaper. “Morning,” I said, as I walked into the kitchen. “Good morning. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I made breakfast.” “That’s nice of you,” I said and took a seat by the table. “Any plans for today?” “Christina was talking about meeting her parents, so... I guess that then.” “Oh, things are moving on pretty fast, huh?” I sat down by the table, giving him a smile. “Well, yeah. But you know what? I’m happy with that. I’ve never felt like this before. It feels totally right.” I really believed him, because you could actually see it from his face that he was really happy about their relationship. “Yeah, Christina said that, too. I’m happy for you guys.” “Thanks. What about you then?” “Well, I’m going to the office and-”, I started and as I noticed what time it was, I continued, “and I should get going soon. I never remember that the traffic’s horrible. Maybe this once I won't get stuck in traffic... But I’m going to James’ later, and I’m gonna spend the night there, so, I’ll be back tomorrow evening after work. Apartment’s all yours then.” “Okay.” “Well, I’m gonna go get my stuff ready,” I said, finishing my coffee, and left the room. I went to my home office, gathered the papers I needed and then went to my room to take some clothes with me. When I was ready, I went back to the kitchen and said good-bye to Dan. ~*~*~*~*~ I had got all the stuff done that I was supposed to do at the office, so, I was free to go. I had tried calling James’ cell phone, but he didn’t answer nor had he called back. I decided to just drive to the Presidio, as they most likely were there anyway. As I parked my car, I saw the guys’ cars, so I was positive that they were there. I walked in and heard some music coming from upstairs, where their recording place was. I walked up there and opened the door to the mixer. Randy was there with Zach, the studio manager. “Hi, Deb, haven’t seen you in a while,” Zach said. “Yeah, been busy,” I replied, “Do you mind if I sit here?” I asked, pointing toward the couch. “Not at all, I’ll let James know that you’re here,” Randy said. “It’s ok. Let them do their job,” I said. I watched the guys through the window. James was strumming his guitar randomly and Lars was nowhere to be seen. Kirk was flipping through some magazine and Bob looked like his head was about to explode. “What’s with Bob?” I asked. “He’s having little déjà vus. You know, the Black Album...,” Randy said. “Oh, fighting again, huh?” “Yep. It’d be a good break if I told you were here,” Randy said. “Well, go ahead,” I agreed. I agreed with him completely. It definitely looked like Bob could use a break. Randy pressed some button on the mixing-table and leaned towards a microphone. “Guys, Deborah is here if you wanna take a break...,” he said. James looked instantly to the mixing-room and smiled at me. Kirk and Bob also looked relieved, though Kirk was still flipping through the magazine and hadn't glanced at me. The guys came into the room, James sat next to me on the couch and Kirk and Bob took chairs and sat on them. James gave me a kiss on the cheek and quietly said that he was glad I came. Lars showed up a few minutes later, he, too, looked pleased to see me, although he was avoiding talking to James, and to me on the side. The guys talked about the song they had been working on. I just sat, listened and kept holding James’ hand. “Let’s just finish the song, guys, there are better things to do than this,” Kirk suggested. “I’m not playing with him,” Lars said and nodded towards James. I felt James holding my hand tighter as he replied. “I was just giving you my opinion. You don’t have to like it, but I’m allowed to say it. I just think that the beat is too slow. It works better if it’s faster.” James was talking unnaturally slowly, so, I figured he was really pissed off, fighting the urge to yell at Lars. “Sure, but it’s like I’m the only one who you say that stuff to. You never say anything to Kirk or to Bob,” Lars said. He looked at James with an annoyed look on his face. “And if you think that my beat is too slow, why don’t you play slower? Why do I have to be the one to change the tempo?” “Why should I be? And I don’t say anything to Bob or Kirk because I think that they're both playing fine. I didn’t like the thing you were doing there.” “And I didn’t like yours!” Lars exclaimed. I could see he was very frustrated. “Fuck, how can this be so hard?” “It’s because we’re doing this differently,” Kirk said, “Let’s just go and play the song one time and then work on it. We can all make compromises here. Lars, you could not do the thing you did and James, you could play... well, something else.” “Fine,” James agreed. I heard from his voice that James didn’t really want to compromise, but I knew that he was sick of fighting with Lars. Lars hadn’t said anything, but he walked to the studio, which, obviously, meant that he was willing to give it another shot. James got up, too, along with Bob and Kirk and they went to grab their instruments. Soon, they started the song again. “Is it always like that?” I asked. “Is what always like that?” Zach asked. I had noticed that Randy didn’t really talk to me much, I thought that it was because we hadn’t been hanging out that much, Zach and I though, since I had been on tour with the guys sometimes, we had formed a friendship. “The arguing.” “No, it’s worse. I think that you soothed it...,” he replied and gave me a smile. “FUCK!” Lars yelled behind his drum set, startling me, “This isn’t working, there’s no use doing this now!” He threw his drumsticks towards James and Kirk, who managed to get out of the sticks’ way. Lars got up and left the room. Kirk, Bob and James exchanged looks with each other and without any spoken words they left their instruments and left, too. I didn’t see Kirk or Bob anymore, but James came to pick me up from the mixing-room and we left. “So, that’s it?” “What’s what?” James asked while he was looking for his car keys from the kitchen table. “Lars leaves and you guys finish?” “We can’t do it without a drummer, so yeah,” James replied, shrugging. “What if he comes back?” “He won’t. He’s having a rough time with Stacey, so, he’s not in the mood of playing...,” James told. We had reached our cars and I kept playing with my keys. “Are you coming to my place now or later?” “Now’s good. And what’s with Stacey and Lars?” “Stacey wants Lars back and he doesn’t know what to do,” James said and got into his car, “I’m gonna go and do some shopping, wanna come with me, or do you want go to the house?” “I don’t have a key,” I said. “Here,” James said and handed me his key, “Don’t lose it, it’s the only one I have,” he continued. “Thanks. I’ll see you soon then,” I said and kissed him. He drove off and I walked to my car. I was just about to start my car, when someone knocked on my side window. It was Lars. He got in the car and asked if I had a minute. “Sure, what is it? Are you looking for the guys?” “No, we’re done for today. It’s Stacey,” Lars said and rushed his hand through his hair. “What about her? Is she causing some problems?” “Sort of. She wants to get back together; I fucking don’t know what to do. It’s like, ok, she’s my wife and we have a child, but she left me and tried to take Daniel from me and... I don’t know.” “She’s actually your ex-wife, but whatever. Do you still love her? Why do you think she wants you back?” “Of course I love her, but I also hate her. I mean, for what she did. And I don’t know why she wants me back, she did say that she’s sorry and all, but that’s all... I don’t know.” “Would you like to get back together with her?” “Yes and no. Yes, because we have a child and no, because she left me for another man...” “Well, to me it doesn’t sound wise to get back together just because of a child... Not if you don’t really want to be with her. If I were you, I wouldn’t take her back.” “I guess you’re right then, I just-” “I’m not right,” I interrupted him. “This is about you. If you want to take her back, then go for it. If that feels right, then I think you should do it. I’m just saying what I’d do and I hope that you won’t do anything just because I said so. You need to make the decision yourself.” “And I don’t fucking know what I should do. Fuck!” he exclaimed and banged his fist against his thigh. “Hey, relax. Just do what your heart says. Then it works.” “So, that’s what you did when James was drinking?” “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I knew that I should’ve walked away, but I love him and I didn’t. And as it turns out, I’m really glad I didn’t leave him.” “Okay. I’m gonna let you go, though, I suppose she had her chance already.” “That might be it.” “Thanks, Deb,” Lars said and kissed my cheek. “You’re welcome, Lars,” I said and smiled at him. He got up and closed the door. I started the car, waved to him and drove to James’ place. I didn’t see his car in the driveway yet, so I figured I could look around a bit. From where I stood, I could see glimpses of James’ swimming pool, which was full of water that glittered in sunshine. I was glad I had taken my bikini with me. I walked to the front door, left my bag next to it and walked to the swimming pool, to see how warm the water was. As it was pretty warm, I decided to ask James if we could take a swim in it. |
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| Elli <3's Papa Het | July 10, 2011, 4:27 pm Post #71 |
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read from the beginning to here. & i love this story. .. cant wait till the next update
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | July 12, 2011, 2:45 pm Post #72 |
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Thanks for your comment, Elli! I'm glad you like the story, and I hope you continue to like it as we go along. Hopefully the other readers will find their way back to the story, as well. ![]() PART 19: James had gotten home from the store and he was now in the middle of his preparations, so we could enjoy “the best barbecue ever,” as he said himself. I was sitting on a deck chair by the pool, sunbathing. James had a little patio near the swimming pool, so we were able to chat while he was cooking. “So, how was your day?” James asked, after we had talked about his day. “It was ok. I was at the office and came to see you guys. Talked to Lars and came here...” “Why’d you talk to Lars?” James asked. I could hear from his tone of voice that he wasn’t too happy about me talking to Lars. I figured he was afraid that we had spoken about him or his playing, or done something behind his back, in a way. “He wanted to talk, so I talked with him,” I answered. “About?” “Him and Stacey.” “What’d he say?” “Nothing much... Just asked me if he should take Stacey back or not...” “I see...,” James said, “I’m gonna go inside for a while, take the meat out and all,” he continued. He came back after a while, put the meat in the grill and came to sit in the chair next to mine. I had been lost in thought while he had been inside, I didn't even know how long he had been gone. I had been thinking about him and how much he had changed since he quit drinking. “It’s gonna take a while before the food’s ready. Do you wanna take a swim before that?” he asked after a while. “Sure,” I agreed and stood up. I noticed that James had changed his clothes; he was now wearing shorts instead of the jeans and WCC tee he had been wearing earlier. James gave me a hug and jumped in the pool, still hugging me. After I had caught enough air to breath, I smacked his arm, “Are you insane?!” “Absolutely!” he exclaimed and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I have always wanted to try that, but I never owned a pool before,” he said and laughed, too. “So, you’ve never been in a house with a pool before? You could've drowned me! And you’re crazy,” I said and kissed him briefly. “I'm sorry, I didn't think I was so dangerous,” he said playfully, “But I am crazy. Crazy about you,” he continued. “You know, it’s really odd to hear you say that. I mean, it’s nice, of course, but to hear it from you... It’s just odd.” I swam a bit returning to James a moment later. “Why is it odd?” he asked. “Well, you’re not like this. You were when we started going out, but you changed... You weren’t... you didn’t talk that much about yourself...” “Yeah, well, I trust you and love you, so I feel that I can say these things to you.” I frowned as I realized that he sounded a little defensive. “No, honey, I didn't mean that. Of course you can tell those things to me,” I stroked his cheek gently with my fingers. “But you could’ve done it before, too...” “No, I couldn’t have done that,” he said shaking his head. “Not drinking has really cleared my head and it’s easier for me to understand everything now...” “Okay then, but I’m glad you’re like this now. I like it much more,” I said and smiled. I didn’t know why, but I felt that every conversation we had had, had led to this: us talking about how he had changed after quitting. It was actually a little awkward, for me, and I was starting to think that we couldn’t talk about anything else anymore. I did know that that wasn’t true, we talked about work, too, but there was something missing. We swam around for a while and then James said that he’d go and check on the meat and I swam to the shallow end of the pool, sat there and kept thinking about us. ~*~*~*~*~ I startled as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and noticed that James was standing next to me. “Food’s ready. I kept calling you, but I suppose you didn’t hear me...,” he said. “Hey, you must be freezing, you got goose bumps all over you.” He rubbed my arms with his hands and I immediately noticed that I was cold. “Sorry, I was thinking and now that you mention it, it is a bit chilly...,” I said. “Do you want to eat outside or inside?” James asked. “Inside would be nice, if that’s alright...” “Absolutely, but come on then, I’m gonna eat everything if you don’t come soon,” he said and stood up. I followed him to the patio. “Looks good,” I said and smiled at him. “I know,” he agreed and laughed a little. We gathered the food and took it inside. ~*~*~*~*~ We had finished eating and just sat by the table. I stood up, gathered the dishes and took them to the kitchen. After that, I returned to James. “Thanks for dinner, it was good,” I said and ruffled his hair a bit. “Best one?” he asked, winking. “Yeah,” I said and smiled. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” he asked, getting up. “Sure, sounds fun,” I said and we walked to the living room. I sat on the couch and James went to pick up a DVD. I was so used to him watching only The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly that I was really surprised when he asked, “What do you want to watch?” “Uhmm... You pick,” I said, baffled by his request. “I’ve done that so many times. Besides, you already know what I’m going to pick if you let me choose, and you’d be bored.” Yet another indication of just how different he was now. “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly?” I asked and James nodded. “Well, I don’t know what movies you have there...” “Well, get our butt over here and have a look, then you’ll know,” he said and I did as he had suggested. I checked out his movies, giggled at a couple of them and then, I saw it. “Oh my God! James Alan Hetfield! What is that?” I asked and pointed at a DVD case. “One of your favorite movie?” “And you have it because...?” “Just in case...,” he said warily. “How many times have you watched it?” I asked, grinning at him. “Once, with you, at your place, remember?” “Yeah and you’re lying,” I said. “Well, put this on then.” “Seriously, you’re gonna make me watch this?” “You said that I could pick. Suffer.” “You’re silly,” he said and chuckled. “Seriously, When Harry Met Sally. What’s so good about this?” “It's... It gave... uh, gives me hope. That two people can overcome odds and different problems and end up together, even after a long time.” James glanced at me and for a moment, I felt like he could see behind my words and see into my soul. He looked away and bent over to put the DVD in the player. As he stood up, he groaned and put his hand on his back. I stood up quickly and walked to him. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, back’s just hurting a bit. Nothing serious,” he said. “Get over here and sit on the floor,” I commanded. “MY back hurts, so YOU get the couch and I have a sit on the floor. How fair is that?” “Sit!” I said firmly and he did as he was told. I took a seat on the couch behind him and started to massage his shoulders as the movie started. “God, you’re good at that. I should’ve hired you to be my masseuse, not my lawyer,” he said quietly after a while and groaned as I concentrated on rubbing his left shoulder. “It was Lars who hired me, but anyway...,” I replied, “Your shoulders are really tense. You’re not stressed, are you?” “What do you think? Try to make an album with a Dane, who screams ‘Fock!’ all the time and acts like he’s woken up on the wrong side of the bed every single day,” he said and leaned his head forward a bit, so I was able to access his neck better. “You know that he’s having a hard time now, you know with Stacey and everything, give him a break.” “Suppose that’d be the thing to do,” he said and sighed. “Yeah, I agree. I think that you should also remember that you haven’t always been in the best mood when in studio...,” I said and concentrating on his right shoulder now. “I know,” he said quietly. I knew that he was thinking of the recording sessions when he had been pissed off. “You’ve all had your ups and downs. It’s just life and you have to deal with it. You’ve had your friends supporting you when it’s been rough for you and you’ve been there for your friends to support them. It’s your turn to support Lars again,” I said and started to massage James’ back. “I don’t know. I don’t feel good around him anymore. It’s just arguing all the time. I think that things are coming to an end...” I stopped massaging him for a moment, taking in his words. “Do you mean that you are going to split up?” “I don’t mean anything, it just feels that we could be doing much better and if things are going to be like this, then... maybe. But I haven’t talked about this to anyone, so, it doesn’t mean anything... At least, not yet,” James said. “I don’t know what I can do without Metallica...,” he continued softly. “But there’s still a Metallica. You don’t have to know...” “I suppose you’re right...,” he said. “Thanks for the back rub, feels much better now,” he continued and got up. I realized that he didn’t wish to discuss the possible ending of Metallica anymore, so I dropped the subject. He sat next to me on the couch and pulled me close to him. “You’re welcome,” I said and took his right hand in my hands and gave it a squeeze. He gave me a kiss on my temple and I tried to concentrate on the movie. I just kept thinking about what he had said about Metallica. Even though I was sad about the fact that they weren’t doing good, I kept thinking about the possibility of Metallica splitting up. The fan in me didn’t like what James had said, because, in my opinion, Metallica were absolutely one of the greatest bands on the world and I didn’t even want to think how fans would react if Metallica were to split up. Of course, there was the girlfriend side of me that said that if Metallica was to split up then James was in trouble. I knew that he felt that music was everything he had; other stuff just was pulled away from him. I didn’t have a clue how he would feel if Metallica ceased to exist. Edited by Broken, Beat & Scarred, July 13, 2011, 5:02 am.
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| Elli <3's Papa Het | July 12, 2011, 3:44 pm Post #73 |
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ohhhh.. i hope he dont split cause i know music keeps him sane lol. & i wonder if Stacey & Lars will make up... ^^ thnx 4 tha update cant wait to read what happens next
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| Scorpion Flower | July 12, 2011, 5:20 pm Post #74 |
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Outlaw Torn
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So far, so good. They are getting along:) |
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| Hawkeye | July 13, 2011, 1:27 am Post #75 |
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Blackened
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Yay, this fic is back!!! Interesting updates...more!!! |
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