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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,458 Views)
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Hey ladies.
So I'm new to the site after much creeping of the boards. I joined so I could comment on the great fanfic that I was reading and then I was inspired to write my own. I hope you will read it and I'm open to criticisms and comments of all kind. I'm pretty sure this story will end up being a James fic.

I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors or incorrect information about the band/timeline. However, it is a story and everything is fictional and it is only intended for fun!

Please let me know if you would like me to continue. If not, that is totally cool. Enjoy.



Chapter One
September 1986
It felt like my head had just hit the pillow when I was awoken from a loud bang from the other side of my bedroom door. I groaned inwardly. Sleep. I need sleep. Don’t let him come in, I thought. Please let me sleep. Five seconds later my bedroom door burst open and he bounced onto my bed, screaming and shouting,

"Kat!" he yelled at me. I put my pillow over my head, hoping that he would get it. Go away I thought. Let me sleep. He didn't. In fact, he was completely ignorant to my current sleepy state. He yelled even louder.

"KAT! WAKE UP! KAT I GOT IT. I FUCKING GOT IT!" he was shouting now and jumping up and down on my bed .It took me a second to realize what he was talking about, but then I remembered and I threw the pillow off my head and sat up. I look at him and I couldn't help but let a silly grin slowly creep up my face. He looked back at me with an even sillier grin on his face.

"You didn't" I said, knowing full well that he would never joke about this.


"I did" He replied. "It’s mine. I'm going to play my first gig with them in a week in Reseda, LA!"

"Jason! Fuck! I'm so happy for you" I squealed and launched myself at him to give him a big hug. Instead, I knocked him off the bed and we tumbled onto my bedroom floor. But I gave him a hug anyways and a couple of sloppy kisses on his cheeks. This was his dream come true! There was no band on this earth that Jason loved more than Metallica and he got the gig. I could not have been happier for him than I was in that moment. At the same time I can't believe that I forgot he was auditioning last night. I work as a bartender at one of the local bars and my night had been crazy, but really, it's no excuse for forgetting Jason's most important night of his life. I decided that I would take him out to breakfast to celebrate and make it up to him. But first, I needed sleep! I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 8 a.m. Okay, scratch that. Screw breakfast, I will take him out to lunch. I need sleep.

"Jason, sweetie, as much as I love you and am happy for you, I'm exhausted. Let's go to sleep and grab a celebratory lunch later on and you can tell me all about it." I suggested, barely stifling my yawn as I said it.

"Sounds good babe" he replied. We picked ourselves up off the floor and I crawled back into bed. But, instead of going to his room, Jason stood over me, looking at me a little sheepishly. I sighed and pulled back the covers.

"Get in" I said, in what I hoped was an annoyed tone. But really, I couldn't help but smile at the fact that this crazy heavy metal bassist still didn’t like sleeping alone if he could help it. He vaulted over my body, scooted under the covers and pulled me close to him so we were spooning. "No snoring though" I added as an after thought.

"You got it" he yawned and snuggled into my neck. Soon I could hear the rhythmic sound of his breathing as he fell asleep. I was always amazed at how easily Jason could fall asleep, while I could lay awake for hours, beyond tired, but not able to turn my stupid brain off. This night however, I was so tired I fell asleep soon after him and whispered "night" as a drifted off.

Later in the afternoon 2 p.m.

I'm dreaming I thought. We don’t have a phone. Do we? Why is it ringing? Who could be calling? I'm not dreaming though because I heard Jason answer it.

"Hello?" he mumbled. "Um, yeah...What time? ...Now? ...Fuck. Okay I will be there soon". He hung up the phone and rolled over to face me. "That was Lars. He wants me to go down to his place and jam with the guys so we can get used to each other before the gig in LA." He whispered.

"But fooooooooooood" I groaned to him. "We have plans for food. Delicious, fattening, celebratory food! I was thinking the pancake house." I begged.

"I know" he replied and poked me in the ribs, "but I have to go. Lars is right; we do need to mesh before the gig. I don't want it to sound sloppy and awful I need to make a good impression on them". He rolled onto this back and was staring at the ceiling when he said, "Why don't you just come with me? We can go out to eat after the jam. Does that sound good?" he asked me. He rolled back over to look at me with his big, beautiful blue eyes. Did I really want to go to Metallica’s jam session? No. Hell no in fact. As happy as I was for Jason, being around a bunch of stuck-up, womanizing heavy metal musicians was not high on my to do list. He knew this. It was why he was looking up at me, using his puppy dog stare, begging me to say yes. I just can't, I thought. I will tell him another time maybe.

"Okay" I said. What? Okay? Did I JUST say that? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Okay sweet!" Jason exclaimed and launched out of bed heading towards the bathroom that we shared in our tiny apartment at super speed obviously trying to get away quickly before I changed my mind. Fuck, fuck , fuck I thought. I slumped down further in bed as I heard the shower turn on and Jason start singing away. This is not how I want to spend my day off. But maybe Jason just wanted some moral support for this new situation he found himself in. Dream situation it may be, but it must certainly be scary for him. He has big shoes to fill. While I may not exactly be the biggest Metallica fan around, I was familiar with their music and history. How could I not be living with their world’s biggest fan? I knew how integral Cliff Burton was to the band dynamic. I just hoped that it would work out well for Jason.

Okay, I thought. For Jason. I owe him this at least. With that in mind, I flung back the covers and got out of bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it said 2:24 already. Okay, no time to shower because Jason said he would be right over. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a nice pair of black skinny jeans. I paired it with a black wife beater. My long chocolate brown hair I just pulled up into sleek pony tail seeing as how I had no time to wash it. Even pulled back, my hair still reached half way down my back, that’s how long it was getting. Jason was out of the shower so I quickly stepped into the bathroom and washed my face, put on some light foundation, blush and a light swipe of sheer lip gloss and I was ready to go. I looked around for some shoes and settled on my black, heeled boots. They were a low heel, only two inches because with my height, a healthy 5'10, I didn't want to look a stupid, disproportionate giant. Next I put on a white gold chain with a maple leaf pendent on it that Jason got me last year when I was really home sick. I wear it every day and today was going to be no exception. I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded with approval. It’s always good to make a good first impression and I thought my outfit was simple enough and yet still edgy. Just the impression I wanted. As one final touch I went to my dresser and slipped on the white gold band that I always wore on my left ring finger.

"I'm ready" I called out to Jason as I walked into the den of out apartment. He appeared from his bedroom wearing jeans and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. His long, beautiful curly locks were still wet and hanging loosely on his shoulders. He gave me a once over, and I spun for him.

"You look great" He said.

"I know" I replied jokingly. "Let;s get this over with". We headed out the door to Lars' house.

Lars' House Late Afternoon

"Okay so you're sure this is it right?" I asked one more time. I knew I was being annoying, but I just wanted to make sure we weren't about to knock on some random person's house. We have done this in the past. Several times in fact. Jason is not always good with remembering addresses; despite the fact he thinks he has a great memory.

"For fuck's sake. Yes Katerina! I’m sure" he replied clearly annoyed with me. He never used my full name unless he was annoyed or serious. Right now, probably a bit of both. I could tell he was nervous because he kept rubbing his chin, a nervous gesture I'm sure he didn't even realize he was doing. He raised his fist and knocked on the door. There was loud music playing so he knocked pretty loud just to be heard. I stepped back behind him and slightly hid myself from view. I was suddenly very nervous and a little unsure of myself. The door opened and I peeked around Jason a little to see who opened it. I immediately recognized Lars.


"Newkid! You made it. Finally. Fuck come in" Lars said smiling. He stepped back to let us in, though I'm not sure he realized it was an "us" yet and not just Jason. Jason stepped forward and suddenly I wasn't shielded by his body anymore. Lars saw me and his eyes widened. He gave me the once over, lingering on my chest a little before moving up to my face. Jack ass I thought. Pig. Dick. Stupid, shrimp fuck.

"Hey," he smiled and said to me, "I'm Lars". He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I looked at him and said,

"Yeah. I know." I replied and walked past him following Jason, ignoring his outstretched hand. Okay. Bitch alert. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought. Be nice. Do this for Jason. I turned back to Lars who was looking after me slightly surprised.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a cold. Don't want to spread the germs, ya know?" I lied to him. Bad lie, I thought. Now I will have to act sick. Great. I hurried after Jason and linked my arm through his and immediately felt better. So long as he didn't abandon me, I would be okay.

"Yeah, no problem" Lars replied as he walked by us and took us further into the house. He brought us into the living room, where all the music was coming from. I immediately recognized Kirk and James who were sitting on the couch drinking heavily. Lars walked by them and turned the music down so we could all talk over it.

"Who the fuck are you?" James asked me, completely ignoring Jason. He, like Lars, gave me a once over but he didn't linger on my breasts. Instead he gave me a once over and stopped to stare me down with his baby blue eyes. Even at a distance, they were striking and I felt like he was staring right through me to the wall behind. "You Newkid's chick or something?" he asked, not giving me time to answer the first question. Jason saved me from answering by saying,

"This is Kat. She's my roommate and close friend"

"So she's not your chick?" James asked again, still staring me down. I stared back at him. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of intimidating me. I had heard about James Hetfield and his macho-image.

"No, just friends" Jason replied carefully, looking sidelong at me, trying to gauge my reaction to Hetfield's questions.

"You guys ever screw?" James asked with a wry smile. Before Jason could answered I interjected,

"Actually, it's Katerina. Only my friends call me Kat." I said pointedly, "and that's really none of your business" Before I could stop myself I continued, "But I guess I can excuse your rude behaviour just this one time based on the fact that your friend just bit the dust". Wow, I thought to myself. Raging bitch today. James' eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something to me but Kirk interrupted him by standing up and walking over with his hand extended.'

"Hey Katerina, I'm Kirk." When he was close enough to shake hands he whispered to me, "I’m sorry about James that was rude of him". For some reason, that apology on behalf of his friend impressed me and I decided that I was going to like Kirk.

"Hey Kirk" I said and shook his hand. From the corner of my eye I could see Lars narrow his eyes at our handshake. Crap. Suppose to be sick. Well, whatever. I already blew making a good first impression for Jason's sake.

"Are you hungry?" Kirk asked me.

"You have no idea" I smiled back.



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Hey, interesting start! :) :horns2
Hope for more!
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I'm hungry too, for MOAR :biggrin
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this is great!! i like how she told james off lol more please!
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Thanks for the comments guys. And I want to apologize for the typo in the title. I wrote it while I was up late. It should say "Used".
Here is the next chapter .
Please Enjoy


Chapter Two

I followed Kirk into the kitchen and watched him as he started to fix me a sandwich. Of the three members of Metallica, Kirk was probably what you would call the prettiest, if boys can be pretty. While his curls were unruly, they looked soft and well kept and his skin looked as smooth as silk. The only thing that really detracted from his beauty, I thought, was his goofy smile that he kept flashing me every so often when he saw me looking at him.

"So, you're Jason's roommate?" he asked me as he put the sandwich in front of me and took a bite of his own.

"Uh, yeah" I said and took a bite out of my sandwich. The subject of my friendship with Jason was always a little touchy with me because it brought up some painful things from my past. The reason that I had met Jason was because I was running from my past and we happened to cross paths and hit it off. He was also trying to leave his home town and we decided to set off together and ended up in San Francisco.

"We met about three years ago" I offered as Kirk looked at me questioningly.

"Cool" he said and went back to his sandwich. I watched him silently, munching away on my own sandwich and remembered that I told myself I would make an effort on Jason's behalf. If he was really going to be in a band with these guys, I should at least make an effort to seem friendly.

"So, Metallica is a heavy metal band right?" I asked. Smooth move I thought. Now he thinks you're stupid. Kirk glanced up at me and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you could call us a heavy metal band. Are you familiar with our music?" he asked me."
"Well, seeing as how Jason has always been a fan and plays Master of Puppets constantly...yeah I’m familiar with it" I replied.

Kirk looked at me dead in the eyes and asked me, "What do you think of the records?" I almost couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. "What!? That bad?" he asked me a little surprised.

I sighed. "No, they're not bad. But if I'm honest I tend to try and stay away from the metal scene. I'm more of a blues and jazz fan myself. What I do like about your music is the occasional use of classical and blues theory. To me, that is what makes it stand out from a lot of the other metal bands out there. That and the speed you guys play at" I smiled at him. See I can play nice.

We both had finished our sandwiches and Kirk rose and took our plates and put them in the sink. "Thanks" he said. "I think James has probably calmed down a bit from your jab at him. You know he only said that to test you. He really isn't always a jerk. You feeling ready to go back in there?"

I nodded and followed him back into the living room where Jason, James and Lars were sitting around and talking. They looked up at us when he walked in. Jason and Lars smiled at us, but James merely looked at me, not giving away what he was thinking. I looked back at him and I felt slightly uneasy. His stare made me feel naked and exposed in a way I've never felt before. I didn't like it and it made me want to leave. I felt this tingling sensation running up my spine as I watched him watch me, but I couldn’t really place what it was about him that made me feel so uncomfortable.

I stayed for about two hours and listened to the boys talk about the upcoming gig, and then I listened to them jam for awhile. It was close to six when I looked at the clock and thought I should probably get going. I leaned over to Jason while he was still jamming and shouted into his ear that I was going to take off and I would see him later. I waved at the rest of the boys as I walked towards the door, but Lars stopped drumming when he saw I was leaving.

"Are you leaving?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I have some things that I need to do." Not really, I thought to myself. I just needed to leave."

"Why don’t you stay" he offered. "We can order Chinese food and maybe put on one of Kirk’s horror movies. If you're important enough to Jason that he would bring you today, then I'm sure we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other".

I smiled at him but shook my head. "Thanks, but I really do need to get going." I started towards the door again but Lars called me back.

"Oh come on, Kat. I can call you that right? Seeing as how we’re friends now?" Lars smiled at me. "Stay. Get to know us. We really are not that bad. I promise". I was feeling nervous again and my stomach started to do flip flops as old memories began to surface. I started to spin the gold band on my left ring finger I had put on this morning with my thumb. I looked over at Jason and he was watching me intently. He could see how uncomfortable I was and he once again stepped in to save me from answering.

"Maybe another time, yeah Kat?" he said cheerfully. He walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I will see you later tonight" he said as he gave my shoulders a squeeze.

I nodded and said, "Yeah another time. I've just got other plans for tonight. See you guys later!" I waved and nearly sprinted out the door into the cool evening air. I walked down the walkway to the street and hailed the first cab I saw. "Buddy's please" I said to the cab driver. Twenty minutes later I was walking into Buddy's, the bar/blues club I worked at. I marched straight up to my favourite bar stool and plopped myself down on it. My friend Dahlia was working tonight and she raised an eyebrow at me as she poured two tequila shots for me before I even asked her.

"Rough day?" she asked me as she set them in front of me. I threw them both back fast and shook my head at her.

"You know that's the strange thing. Not really. But for some reason, I'm feeling the need to get totally wasted."

"Well, I can help you there" she smiled at me. "I mean what are friends for?" she joked. She poured me another shot and I threw that one back too. I was feeling a bit buzzed, but I was okay.

"Jason got the gig." I said to her.

"Not shit? Good for him. He deserves" Dahlia said as she poured some beers for the regulars.

"Yeah" I whispered quietly. "I met them today."

"Fuck! Are you serious Kat? God, what I would give to be you!" Dahlia nearly shrieked at me. She, like Jason, was a huge Metallica fan.

"They kind of suck. Thinking with their little heads if you know what I mean" I laughed at her. "Well, Kirk is okay. He made me a sandwich"

"Now that is husband material". We both laughed as we pictured Kirk in a little apron playing at house.

I spent the rest of the night at the bar, chatting with Dahlia and some of the regular bar patrons that knew me. I didn't really mind that I was spending my night off at my workplace because the company was good. Dahlia kept the drinks coming and before I knew it I was more than buzzed and feeling a little sick. I got up to go the bathroom just in case but found that I was a little more drunk than I thought as I could barely wobble my way over. As I neared the doors I tripped in my heels and caught myself on the shoulders of the guy sitting at the table to my left.

"Sorry" I slurred at him and continued my journey to the washroom.

"So this is why you were too busy to stay and hang with us. What a fucking joke"

I turned back around and saw James Hetfield glaring at me from his table. He was sitting alone and had about six or seven beers judging by the empties on his table.

"Joke's on you buddy, you're the one drinking alone" I fired at him and angrily wobbled over to the bathroom. I found an empty stall and leaned over the toilet and was sick. I felt a little better afterwards and washed my hands and mouth at the sink. After I dried my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my hair a bit. If I was going to get into a fight with James Hetfield I was going to look good doing it. Satisfied with my appearance I walked out of the bathroom straight into James' chest as he was standing outside the door evidently waiting for me. "Watch it" I grumbled angrily at him.

He grabbed my shoulders to steady me a bit and I couldn't help but notice how nice he smelled. I looked up at his face and saw his striking blue eyes staring down at me. He hadn't let go of my shoulders and I could feel the warmth radiating off of his palms all through my body. He smiled at me. Not a grin, but a real smile and I could feel my stomach do a little flip. What the hell is wrong with me I thought?

"Don't touch me" I said and swatted his hands away from me. His smile disappeared even faster than it appeared and he baby blues quickly darkened. He held up his hands and growled at me,

"You can barely walk, I just wanted to see if you were alright. But fine, if you don't want my help, go fuck yourself" and he turned and stomped back to his table. He plopped down in his chair and took a swig of his beer. Though he was clearly mad at me, I saw him peek in my direction from under his long blonde hair that had fallen across his eyes as I walked past him. Whatever, I thought. I don't need him looking out for me. I decided to call it a night and head back to my apartment. If James was at the bar, then Jason was probably home. I waved at Dahlia as I headed out of the front door and said good night to the bouncer.

The night was cool and damp. Perfect for walking home when you needed a little sobering up. Jason and I didn't live far and I frequently walked to and from work. I started walking down the street whistling to myself when from behind me I heard someone whistling the same tune as me.

I turned to look and see who was behind me and saw a smallish man walking about three steps behind me. He smiled at me and said,
"Pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone in the night. It looks like we're going the same way. Let me walk with you".

Before I could even answer he grabbed my hand tightly and started to drag me along behind him. I tried to dig in my heels to stop him but it didn't work and I only succeeded in stumbling and falling down onto my knees. "Stop!" I yelled at him while trying to tug my hand away.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend" a man said behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and picked me up while the other man let go on my hand and backed up.

"Sorry man" he said and kept backing up until he turned and walked away.

"Yeah you better fucking walk away. Fuck you!" the man behind me called after him. I stood in front of him shaking slightly but just happy that nothing bad happened to me. I was used to bar patrons hitting on me, but it had never gone beyond that before. I turned to thank my rescuer and found myself staring up into a pair of concerned baby blue eyes. Oh shit, I thought.
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I've edited the typo in the title for you.

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Thanks for fixing the title and thank you everyone else for commenting and reading! I'm studying for an exam right now so I will post more when I'm done. :)
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Ohhh me like so far :biggrin

But a line that made me LOL was...

"But fooooooooooood" I groaned to him. "We have plans for food. Delicious, fattening, celebratory food! I was thinking the pancake house." I begged.
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That sounds like me :P :rolleyes:
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Thanks for fixing the title and thank you everyone else for commenting and reading! I'm studying for an exam right now so I will post more when I'm done. :)
No problem! :D
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:drool I know who's eyes are those!

Moar!! :biggrin
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To everyone who is commenting, thanks so much! I didn't really expect anyone to read, so it's great to have the motivation :)
@ Green Hell, that is me too! Almost every day of my life haha!

I had most of this next chapter written earlier, so I just finished the ending tonight. Hopefully, it's not moving too slowly for you ladies. The next chapter will be all about James and Kat, so stay tuned!



Chapter Three

I looked up at James as he asked if I was okay. My mind was a little confused as the first thing that popped into my head was why was James following me out of the bar. And then I realized he had called me his girlfriend.

"I'm not your girlfriend!" I exclaimed and punched him in the arm to get my point across even more.

"Ouch! What the hell Katerina? I just saved you and this is how you thank me?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Thanks." I said and turned and continued walking home.

"Where are you going?" James asked me as he fell into step with me.

"I'm going home, if you must know" I grumbled at him. Could I sound any less grateful? Sometimes I can't help it and the bitch just comes out. I really needed to work on that.

"I'm going to walk you okay?" he said.

"Actually I would really just prefer if you left me alone James. Okay? Thanks for that back there but I can take it from here. I don't need a babysitter." I said honestly as I continued walking. James continued walking with me.

"I just wouldn't feel right leaving you after that happened. And as much of a dick as he was, he was right. A pretty girl like you shouldn't walk home alone at night. You don't know what kind of weirdos there are at night wandering around at night. Just let me walk you home okay. We don't even have to talk" he said to me quietly.

"Fine, whatever." I replied. We walked about four blocks in complete silence. The walk was doing me good and I was already feeling more sober. The only problem with walking back to my place is that it's all up hill. So four blocks into our walk of silence we were both breathing heavily. Stupid dirty me had a stupid dirty thought about James' heavy breathing. Yeah okay, sobering up, my ass.

"I said you were my girlfriend because I thought it would make him leave. And it did." James said to me in between his laboured breathing.

"What happened to no talking?" I huffed back at him. He gave me a sidelong glance that I could see out of the corner of my eye, but I refused to look at him. Finally after what felt like the longest twenty minutes of my life we arrived at my apartment. "So this is it. Thanks" I said to him and took my keys out of my pocket to open the door.

"Mhm. Sure." James replied. We stood there looking at each other unsure of what to say next when the door behind me suddenly opened and Jason grabbed me.

"Kat! What the hell! Where have you been? You weren't home when I got home, I was worried. I thought you were coming home?" he shouted at me while he wrapped me into his arms and pulled me to his chest to hug me. Screw James smelling good I thought, nobody smelled as nice as Jason. The combination of his soap, shampoo and just him smelled like home to me.

"I'm sorry Jase. I went to the bar and I just lost track of time." I answered back.

"Yeah and got attacked." James mumbled

"WHAT!" Jason yelled "Are you okay? What the hell are you doing here James?"

"Wow, James. I was not attacked. And yes, Jase, I'm fine okay. I'm just really tired. I'm going to go to bed." I started to climb the stairs behind Jason up to our apartment but decided to say one last thanks to James to be civil and nice. I turned back around to say it but saw that Jason had invited James up to our apartment. I groaned inwardly. Great. Exactly what I wanted. Not. Jason had only been in Metallica for twenty-four hours and already I couldn't get away from them. I stomped up the stairs to our apartment and opened the door to go in and the boys followed me. Instead of being social and staying up, I shouted good night to the boys and went into my room and closed the door.

I quickly stripped, put on my pjs, which consisted of some shorts and one of Jason's t-shirts and I crawled under the covers. I thought about how my day had gone and about meeting Metallica. Kirk was okay, Lars I could live with but James I wasn't sure about. Why was he at my bar? Why did he follow me out? Why was he so rude to me when we first met? Why did he make me so nervous? I had all these questions racing through my mind, but I already knew the answer to the last. I just didn't want to admit it, but he reminded me of Marc and that is what made me nervous.

The Next Morning

When I woke up in the morning I was alone in bed, which meant Jason was either passed out on the couch or he decided to sleep in his own room for a change. I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw that it was almost noon. I sighed, and thought about going back to sleep. It was close to three when I crawled into bed and I was still tired. But then I remembered that Jason still owed me a brunch. With that thought I was suddenly more awake. I crawled out of bed and put my slippers on. I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the den. I noticed that Jason’s bedroom door was open, so that meant he was probably still passed out on the couch.

I smirked and tiptoed closer to the couch. When I was about ten paces away I started to run towards the couch, intending to launch over it and land on Jason in a surprise wake up. I'm so mature, I know. When I was just about to launch myself over the top of the couch, I looked down and yelped as I noticed it was not Jason sleeping on the couch. Nope, it was a very shirtless James. I tried to stop myself before I landed on him, but my momentum carried me through and I ended up flipping over the top of the couch and landing right on top of James' stomach.

His eyes flew open in surprise and he grunted loudly as my weight knocked the wind out of him. I quickly scrambled to get off of him and regain my footing. As I got up, James sat up and doubled over trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he gasped at me. He looked mildly pissed off as he looked up at me.

"I'm sorry."I squeaked. I was feeling both embarrassed and nervous as I tried to apologize to him.

"I can't hear anything you are saying, can you stop mumbling" he said with more breath. He swung his legs off of the couch and sat there looking up at me expectantly. By now he had stopped looking pissed off and he was actually smirking at me.

"I'm sorry" I tried again, "I thought you were Jason..."

"Uh, yeah I think he went out. Said something about getting some coffee" James replied. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Seeing as how he was shirtless it was pretty hard to not stare at his perfectly flat stomach and toned arms. His skin had a golden hue to it from days spend in the sun. It made me jealous because I myself was ghostly white thanks to mixed Russian and Finnish heritage. I couldn't actually tan, only burn. As he yawned and stretched he looked me up and down and said, "cute shorts". I was about to reply when Jason walked in the door.

"Oh you're up" he said.

"No coffee?" James asked him slightly disappointed. "I thought you said you were getting coffee?"

Before Jason could answer I rushed over to him and grabbed his hand. I dragged him into his bedroom and as I shut the door I heard James asking if there was any coffee in the house. However, the door was shut before Jason could answer.

"Please, please make him leave. Jason please? I just completely embarrassed myself in front of him. And you know what, you promised me breakfast or lunch or whatever! You promised me food and I'm going to hold you to that promise. So please, make him leave okay?"

"Uh! Kat, I'm sorry. I totally forgot that we had plans yesterday. I guess I just got caught up in jamming with the guys." He replied. "Look, sweetie, I don't think I can take you out today. I really need to practice. I told you before I want this first gig to be perfect".

I groaned and threw myself onto his bed pouting. He looked at me frowning and then suddenly with a huge grin on his face.

"I have an idea" he said, "why don't you go out with James for lunch. I think it would do you both some good to actually talk and get to know each other. He seemed like a cool guy yesterday and he was looking out for you at the bar. He told me the whole story last night you know. You really should be more careful Kat. You know better than to walk home alone drunk!" he almost shouted at me.

"No! No way! I exclaimed. "Not going to happen. And you know why. Or do I need to remind you that the reason I left home was to get away from heavy metal musicians. I can't Jason. He reminds me too much of Marc. I can't" I said to him almost desperately.

"Then you should go even more Kat. You need to get over this. It's not healthy to carry all that guilt with you. You need to let it go, otherwise everything is going to remind you of him" Jason said to me softly.

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him and he looked back at me.

"I'll go tell ask him to take you out for lunch" Jason said finally. I didn't answer; I just lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. This was so not a good idea I thought to myself.

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Poor Kat! If Jason does that will be very embarrassing! :ugh:
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OMG I LOVE THIS!!!! MORE
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hahaha!!!!!!!!! :heart:

She sounds so like me :lol: embarrassing it's my second name :lol:
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