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| Your shoes; Something odd happens at the Halloween party (slashy) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 22, 2011, 1:08 pm (9,933 Views) | |
| faroo7luvsmetallica | June 28, 2011, 8:04 pm Post #16 |
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Girl You Stank Take a BATH!
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This is amusing so far, continue please |
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| Jik Hyun | June 28, 2011, 10:54 pm Post #17 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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uh oh james ur in trouble now lol its cute that u write junior so innocent. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 29, 2011, 2:02 pm Post #18 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Thanks guys James is naughty, isn't he I love to write Junior as being all sweet and innocent Here is more Junior made to follow him but Dave shook his head. "Wait there. I'll be back in a minute". Dave caught up with James, just as he was going into the house through the back door. Dave grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him round to face him. "You asshole! Those were a pair of new jeans and now you've fucking ruined them", snarled Dave. James shrugged. He felt awkward but he wasn't going to show it. "So? You ruined all my food before that". "Oh yeah, right, cos some food is really more expensive that a new pair of jeans, Mr I'm throwing a big, fancy party", Dave sneered, waving his hand round to encompass the party scene in the distance. "Well, you'd be able to afford parties and more new jeans and shit if you didn't spend all your money on booze and drugs", James retorted. Dave blinked and then scowled. A sudden gust of wind blew his hair over his eyes and he brushed it back impatiently. "I....shut up" Shut the fuck up, you...you don't know what it's like!" "What what's like?" James looked puzzled. "To be me! It's OK for you, strutting round all rich and famous, with a big fancy house and hundreds of groupies wanting to suck your dick every time you do a show". "It's not all fun and games. I didn't get where I am now by sitting on my ass boozing". Dave opened his mouth but James continued. "I have loads of fucking responsibilities. This party (that we invited you to, by the way), took a lot of organising". "You know what? My heart is really starting to bleed for ya now", Dave scoffed. "Well you can take your..."...Dave paused, feeling a hand on his shoulder. Turning to look, he saw Cliff standing there, looking impatient. "Fucking hell, can't I leave you two dudes alone for five minutes without you falling out like a couple of high school chicks who've got the hots for the same guy". James opened his mouth in protest. "NO, I don't care who started it! I've a good mind to lock you both in the basement and..."...Cliff paused and shook his head. Releasing Dave, he looked up. A raindrop fell onto his nose with a splash, making him snort. James' lip twitched but he refrained from laughing, not sure how Cliff would take it, as he was cross with him. A few more drops fell out of a now cloudy sky and a shriek from Kirk in the crowd confirmed that it was indeed, raining. "Shit! Fucking weather", said Cliff. He beckoned to James and Dave. "You two come and help me get the food and booze indoors. That'll keep you out of trouble for a bit". The band leaders looked at each other, then hurried after Cliff, into the throng of people. They were milling about, some cursing the rain and (the girls and Kirk), squealing and trying to find shelter. Lars wailed as his BBQ hissed and spluttered, the now heavy rain dousing his charcoal. "Come on Lars, if we hurry we can save the food", said James, taking the BBQ by the handles and wheeling it towards the house. Lars grabbed the bags of rolls, packets of burgers and the sauce bottles and promptly dropped them all on the wet grass. "Lars, you can't carry then all at once, you're not a fucking octopus", said James. Lars stuck two fingers up and James and badgered Kirk into helping him. Meanwhile Cliff was racing past with the stereo and tapes and Dave had found Junior, trying to shelter under a little shrub. He beamed when he saw the redhead and shook his soggy hair back off his face. "Oh good, you haven't been fighting". "Cliff says we gotta take the food and booze inside. Stop standing there looking all wet and help me". "OK Dave", said Junior. He went over to the table and grabbed the end of it, trying to pick it up and sending its contents skidding down the end. "You get the other side, Dave...I can't lift it on my own". "Not the TABLES, dickwad! Just the stuff OFF them", Dave shouted. Within ten minutes, everybody was inside, crowded into Metallica's living room and moaning about the sudden storm. The rain pounded on the window and the wind, now blowing from the north, shrieked and howled in a very suitable way for Halloween. James and Cliff brought towels for their guests to dry themselves off with and Cliff found Dave a clean pair of jeans to wear. "Thanks Cliff", said Dave, pulling off his jam stained pair and accepting the new ones. They were crisp and black, with a Motorhead patch sewed onto the knee. He put them on, or at least trying to. He got them about 3/4s of the way up, then couldn't get them over his hips. He squirmed about and panted, sucking his stomach in but to no avail. "Ugh, what the fuck is wrong, why won't they fucking fit?", he grumbled. "Cos they're mine", Lars cried, charging over and taking Daves' hands off them. "Don't rip them...Cliff, why did you give Dave MY jeans". "There were in my side table drawer", said Cliff, confused. "OK, who put the washing away last?", Lars demanded. James hurried away, saying something about fetching ice pops from the kitchen. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, June 29, 2011, 2:05 pm.
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 29, 2011, 3:00 pm Post #19 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Ha, Dave wearing Lars' jeans, no wonder they don't fit Rain sucks
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| namenlos | June 29, 2011, 5:18 pm Post #20 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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OMG Dave trying to squeeze into Lars' jeans! Aw, it sucks that it had to rain, I wonder how the party will go now?
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | June 30, 2011, 6:38 pm Post #21 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Hehehe, glad that you guys liked the funny bit Here is more and at the end of this chapter, you will see why the story is named "Your Shoes" Despite the weather suddenly changing for the worse, the party went on inside successfully (mainly due to Cliff's enthusiasm and the fact that many guests were already quite drunk). James put on the indoor stereo system and played rock music loud. The soggy burgers and hotdogs were eaten, Kirk spent ages in the bathroom, blow-drying his hair and Cliff soon vanished the with girl he had been chatting up earlier. The rain eased off sometime after 1:00 and about a hour later, the (less drunk) guests thanked Metallica for the party and began to make their ways home. After seeing Ron out, Lars staggered back into the living room, clutching a half empty can of beer. He flopped down on a bean bag, his green eyes scanning the remaining guests. Two pretty girls who he thought were friends of Kirk were curled on the settee together, sleeping. Kirk was slumped in the black leather chair, his head nodding and a bottle of beer threatening to slip from his hand. Lars hurried over and took the bottle of him. "Noooooo...s'mine", he murmured, then his head flopped onto the arm and he began to snore quietly. Lars chuckled and drank the remaining beer from the bottle. Dave and Junior were snuggled up in the corner; Junior with his head resting on the redhead's lap. Dave glanced up as Lars walked by. He grinned drunkenly and waved. "Hey Lars...made out with any girls yet? Or should I say guys, seeing as it's you?" "Fuck off", said Lars quietly (in case either of the girls on the settee woke up and heard him). Dave sniggered and absently stroked Junior's hair. Lars rolled his eyes in his best James impression and toddled away. James came in through the door that connected the living room to the kitchen and snorted. "Lars, don't go in our room, OK! Cliff is in there with a girl". Lars giggled. "Did you go in an interrupt them?" "No! I heard them. They're making enough noise to...oh never mind. Just don't go in there". James yawned and scratched his chin. "I'm gonna sleep on the settee...I'm beat". "You can't. There are girls on there". James peeped over Lars' head. "Oh shit, yeah. Umm, well, I'm gonna nick Cliff' bed then. He's got my bed, I'll have his". "How do you know he's in your bed if you haven't looked?", Lars asked. His eyes went wide. "Shit! He better not be in MY bed". He tried to dart past James but the singer grabbed him. "Oi, no! Don't interrupt them". "But Cliff might be abusing my bed sexually", Lars whined. "So? If it was the other way round, he wouldn't interrupt you". James hugged Lars and grinned at him. "Has Mustaine gone yet?" "No, he's sleeping in the corner with Junior". James sighed. "Ah shit! Oh well, guess we're stuck with him for the night". He yawned. "OK, we'll I'm off to bed then. You coming too?" Lars turned and looked back in the living room. Everybody was asleep...it looked like the party was over. "Sure", he said, following James out through the door. They made their way into Cliff' and Kirk's room and James fumbled on the wall after the light switch. He pressed it down with a click and flooded the room with yellow light. "Ugh, too bright", Lars complained. As James stumbled past, the little drummer turned the light off again. "Don't make it like Las Vegas in here, Jamie". "Dick! I can't see to get in the fucking bed now", James growled. A soft flump and another "Fuck" told Lars that his buddy had fallen onto the aforementioned bed. Lars giggled and stretching out his arms in front of him, soon found the bed. He stayed awake long enough to pull off his trainers, before flumping down next to James and falling into a drunken slumber. ************************************************************* Sometime later...perhaps a few hours...James awoke. The bed felt hard beneath him and Lars was snoring in his ear, loudly. He squirmed about and half opened his eyes; glancing over towards the window to see if it was light. Huh, where's the fucking window?, he thought. His sticky eyes focused on the wall, which was covered in posters or various rock and metal bands. Some of them looked different...he didn't remember them being in Cliff and Kirk's room. Ah, bet one of those fuckers nicked them outta the living room! I swear that Iron Maiden poster was in the living room last night. Lars shifted next to him, cuddling closer. James pushed him away, muttering under his breath. "Geez Lars, you're so fucking gay. You'll be trying to suck my dick next", he grumbled. "Huh? I'm not Lars", said a bewildered voice that definitely WASN'T the drummers. James blinked his eyes open properly and looked to the side of him. Junior was lying there...his hair tousled and his eyes gummy with sleep. He yawned and then giggled. "Silly Dave! You musta been dreaming". Junior pouted. "Don't dream about Lars, dream about me instead!" He nestled up against James again, who was now sitting bolt upright, rubbing his hands over his face frantically. His eyes shot down...he was wearing a Megadeth t-shirt and a pair of jeans that didn't fit at all. James reached up and tugged a lock of his hair in front of his eyes. It was curly and ginger. A final conformation came from a loud yell of dismay echoing from the direction of Cliff's room. Oh shit! James screamed inside his head, a million times more horrified than the first time he had accidentally walked in on Lars wanking. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, June 30, 2011, 6:41 pm.
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| namenlos | June 30, 2011, 10:23 pm Post #22 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Wow, James is... DAVE??? I have to know what happens next! :eyerub
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| Jik Hyun | June 30, 2011, 10:23 pm Post #23 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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so james turned into dave? iz confoozed |
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 1, 2011, 9:01 am Post #24 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Yeah, what the hell happened?
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | July 3, 2011, 4:59 pm Post #25 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Hehehe, you will have to wait and see Here is more James sat there, next to Junior, his mind in a whirl. What had happened? How come he had turned into Dave? Or rather, they seemed to have swapped bodies. James wiped his sweaty forehead, shocked and confused. "Hey, are you OK buddy?". Junior gazed up at him in concern. "Y-yeah...I'm fine", James said, managing a weak smile. "Just a hangover". "Ouch, that sucks", Junior said sympathetically. "Want me to go and find one of the Metallica guys and ask them for coffee?" James' mind worked quickly. "Um, no thanks, I'll go myself. I think I heard Dav...urm, James wake up. I'll go ask him". "OK", Junior said. James scrambled up and Lars' jeans fell down round his ankles. Cursing under his breath, he kicked them off and headed towards Cliff and Kirk's room, clad in a pair of black boxers. Wondering whether he should knock or not, he was relieved to find the door was open already. Lars was nowhere to be seen and Dave (in James' body) was sitting on Cliff's bed, a look of dazed shock on his face. This bizarre sight really freaked James out. He wanted to race out of the room but instead, he took a deep breath to calm down. He needed to have a private and important talk with Dave. On hearing the big sigh, Dave looked up. He stared at James, his eyes wide and mouth agape. James felt himself blushing, though he wasn't quite sure why. He pushed the bedroom door shut, then sat on Kirk's bed, facing Dave. "What the fuck is going on?", Dave said in a low voice. "I dunno", James replied. "I just woke up and..."...he was tempted to add, your fucking bass player was going all gay over me but he resisted. I can't say that. Shit, I gotta be mature and diplomatic about this, James told himself firmly. "Me too", said Dave, screwing up his nose. "With fucking Lars going all gay over me too!" Despite the dire situation, James felt his lip twitch. "You didn't upset him, did you?", he asked. "Nah...I just told him I'd got a hangover, so he went for a shower". "Good". James sighed in relief. "So, we got a few minutes to plan this out then". "Plan what?" "A...truce? Not sure what to call it but something like that". James looked uncomfortable. "I dunno how we got in each others' bodies like this and I don't think it's gonna be fucking permanent". It better not be, he thought fearfully. "Anyway, while we're like this, we can't tell any of our buddies. They'd never believe us. So, I guess we're gonna have go along with things and keep up the act". Dave frowned. "You mean, you pretend to be me and I pretend to be you?" "Yeah". James shuffled his feet and tugged at the hem of the Megadeth shirt he was wearing. "So, erm...no matter what happened before...I won't do anything to fuck up Megadeth, as long as you don't fuck up Metallica". "Fair enough", Dave shrugged. "Cool", said James. The guys looked at each other feeling awkward. They could hear Lars singing in the shower and somebody in the living room turned on the radio and an annoyingly cheery pop song began to play. "Uhm, well I guess you'll be living here for a bit then, until this spell or curse or whatever the fuck it is wears off", said James. "And I'll have to go to your place". "Be careful with my guitar", Dave warned. "It was fucking expensive, so don't wreck it! And ask Junior anything you don't know. If he gets suspicious about anything, just tell him you were drunk and forgot it". "Um, right", said James. "Ha, you'll have to learn our songs", Dave said, a hint of glee in his voice. "The music and song sheets are in my room. Have fun learning something more interesting and challenging that your usual stuff". "Oi, none of that", James said warningly. The singing coming from the bathroom stopped and the guys heard the water go off. "Thank fuck for that", said Dave. "Lars' singing hasn't fucking improved since I heard him last". "Kirk is worse", said James. Dave groaned. James smirked a little, then stood up. "Well, I better get going then. Lars'll probably be back in here in a minute". "Don't drive my car back to my place", said Dave. "You'll be too drunk. Get Junior to drive instead". "Sure, will do". "And when you do drive, third gear sticks, so you gotta wiggle the gear stick to get it in properly. If ya can't, just rev up and go from second to fourth". "OK, thanks", said James. He could hear Lars' footsteps approaching. He opened the bedroom door and was about to leave and when Dave spoke again. "Oh yeah, one last thing. Junior is allergic to chocolate lime condoms, so don't buy any". James spluttered and Dave grinned at him, waving him out through the door. |
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| namenlos | July 3, 2011, 5:11 pm Post #26 |
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Ooooh, how does Dave know what sort of condoms Junior is allergic to? This should be interesting!
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| Olyamet | July 3, 2011, 8:28 pm Post #27 |
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Jäger.....
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^^^Hehehehe... |
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| larscriancinha | July 3, 2011, 11:11 pm Post #28 |
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Larsybaby
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I like where this is going!
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| ElisabethOrion | July 4, 2011, 3:48 am Post #29 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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I WANT MOAR. I like the whole switching bodies thing.
Edited by ElisabethOrion, July 4, 2011, 3:48 am.
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 4, 2011, 9:14 am Post #30 |
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Holy shit, they switched bodies?! WTF?!
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James is naughty, isn't he
I love to write Junior as being all sweet and innocent
Here is more

Rain sucks

I have to know what happens next! :eyerub
This should be interesting! 



4:48 AM Jul 11