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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,467 Views)
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He leaned down further as his fingers gripped the knot until his lips were level with my ear. Our eye contact never waned and my lips were open in a slight "o" as I held my breath, unsure of what he was going to do next. "I just want to look at you" he whispered into my ear, his blue eyes staring into mine, willing me to agree. "That's all" he whispered again, though his voice held the hint of a growl in it.


:drool :drool :drool :drool

Please MOAR!!!!! :heart:
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Go Jason, Go! :biggrin

I'm glad she's having a great time and sorting her life out, Paris is a wonderful city:) and I still root for Jason on this.
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I think it was partly a good call on Kat's behalf to go to Paris, but then again, running away from her problems... Probably not the best thing to do. (Not that staying in San Francisco, having to see James would have been the best alternative haha.) But I'm glad that she's successful and happy in Paris.

I was happy to see that Jason came to visit, I know being on the other side of the world from your best friend is really tough. Been there, done that. Talking on the phone just doesn't cut it.

I'm not sure how I feel about Jason's behavior in this last chapter. It seems to me that he is having some problems with Judy and that he might be trying to get his mind off of them by hmm... occupying himself with Kat. Okay, so, they both had/have feelings for one another, and you can just feel the tension between the two of them, but... he is married.

And just wanted to say that I loved the flashback to Jason yelling at Kat for leaving. Very realistic! And that their little fight over the record was also very nicely written. You can tell that they're close to one another.

Oh! And what's in the envelope? :biggrin

Do update soon! :heart:
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January 24, 2012, 11:46 am
I think it was partly a good call on Kat's behalf to go to Paris, but then again, running away from her problems... Probably not the best thing to do. (Not that staying in San Francisco, having to see James would have been the best alternative haha.) But I'm glad that she's successful and happy in Paris.

I was happy to see that Jason came to visit, I know being on the other side of the world from your best friend is really tough. Been there, done that. Talking on the phone just doesn't cut it.

I'm not sure how I feel about Jason's behavior in this last chapter. It seems to me that he is having some problems with Judy and that he might be trying to get his mind off of them by hmm... occupying himself with Kat. Okay, so, they both had/have feelings for one another, and you can just feel the tension between the two of them, but... he is married.

And just wanted to say that I loved the flashback to Jason yelling at Kat for leaving. Very realistic! And that their little fight over the record was also very nicely written. You can tell that they're close to one another.

Oh! And what's in the envelope? :biggrin

Do update soon! :heart:
Ah yes. Long distance relationships (friendships included) suck big time. I'm in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend while we go to school and I agree with you, it's really not quite the same as being to physically see and touch the person you're talking to. It's been hard on both Jason and Kat. Though Kat is less willing to admit it, because she wants to move on with her new life.

Jason's odd behaviour can be directly attributed to some problems he's having with Judy, which will be revealed in subsequent chapters! :biggrin Kat is quite disturbed by his behaviour and she will do what she can to get to the bottom of it!

The contents of the envelope will revealed in time! :biggrin I can't say when or give hints, other than it is a major plot component!

I will try and update when I get back from classes today.

Thanks for the comments! :heart:
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I'm also intrigued by that envelope. Oh, my! I think Jason's marriage went or is about to go to hell... and he hasn't forgot her... :cloud9
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YEY! I wanna know everything about the envelope! And I think Kat and Jase should make it up again :wink

So that's why we cant hear the bass on the AJFA! :lol: :heart: :heart:
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Alright, here's part 2/3 for this chapter!

It probably won't answer most of your questions yet...I think part 3 will.

As for the manila envelope, that question won't be answered for awhile yet! :P

Thanks again to all you lovely ladies that leave comments!! :heart: It's so encouraging to read them and know people are following!

Enjoy!




Chapter 23 Part 2

I sat there frozen unsure of what to do and unable to move. I felt his hot breath on my neck and I felt the old me want to give in to his demands and revel in his familiarity. Jason's fingers started to undo to the silk tie of my robe. He had it almost all the way undone and then I seemed to break me out of my trance. I shrugged shoulders to throw his arms off of me and then I spun around to face him.

"Jason what are you doing?" I demanded at him angrily, my head clear and in the moment.

He reached for me again and ignored my question, instead still trying to convince me. "I know how you feel about me" he breathed in my face as his arms reached to encircle my waist again.

I stood up and took a few steps back from him to give us some distance so he would stop grabbing for me. "What's wrong with you?" I asked him confused.

"Kat, please" he begged me, his face full of hurt and need.

"Jason, I care about you! I care about you, but not like this! You're married! What are you...I don't understand" I answered him.

His face seemed to register what I had said and his body language changed from being on the prowl to being submissive and unsure. "Only legally" he whispered as he sat back down on my bed and buried his face in his hands.

I stood a few steps away from the bed and looked at him with concern. There was something so obviously wrong, something that was bothering him enough that he desperately wanted to forget. When I was sure that he wasn't going to try and grab me again, I padded over softly and sat down next to him. I tentatively put my hand on his shoulder. He leaned into it and I started to rub his shoulder reassuringly.

"Jason, what's wrong?" I asked him softly, hoping he would be willing to talk about it. I wanted to be able to understand, because this behaviour was so out of character for him. He withdrew his face from his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, his nervous gesture I noted. He exhaled loudly before looking over at me.

"I'm sorry. That was out of line. Especially considering..." he trailed off and I knew he was referring to my incident with James. His eyes were clouded over with sorrow and shame. It hurt me to see him like this. I knew that while the shame probably had to do with what had just happened, the sorrow was over something else entirely. I just wanted to help him, but I didn't know how unless he would talk to me.

I smiled weakly in hopes of soothing his worries. "It's fine".

He shook his head violently and then suddenly shrugged my hand from his shoulder as if it burned him. I pulled it back slowly and folded my hands in my lap while he spoke. "No it's not fine Kat. It was out of line. I don't know why I did that. I lost my head for a moment".

I waited patiently, seeing if he wanted to continue. We sat there in silence on my bed. When Jason made no indication that he was going to continue talking, I have to admit that I was disappointed at his explanation, or lack thereof. I felt that by covering up his actions with an apology, was really at the core, a lame excuse because he was unprepared with the real reason or problem that made him act out so irrationally. I knew I was guilty of similar actions in the past, but I felt like I had been able to move past that. I wanted to let him know, that whatever it was that was bothering him, probably wasn't as dire or terrible as he thought it was.

"Look Jason" I started off impatiently, because I really needed to get going or I would be late, and a little harshly at the same time. I paused when I heard my tone and tried to soften it just a little, though I kept a slight edge to it so he would know I wasn't messing around and that I was serious, "whatever it is that has made you act out so foolishly towards me, it's probably not nearly as bad as you think it is. If you want, you can talk to me about it. I won't judge. That's what friends are for, to help you sort out issues and things that are bothering you. But whatever it is, do not take it out on me. I have no interest in being an accessory to your ill-conceived plan to drown your problems away in sex and women. I assume that's what you've been doing since you went on tour".

Jason looked up at me and I could see the guilt written all over his face. In fact, he looked so guilty it seemed to overshadow the sorrow in his eyes. Though, I didn't think the guilt was over breaking his marriage vows. Rather I think the guilt was over my seeing right through him and identifying what he was doing to occupy his time, rather than deal with his issues.

I exhaled slowly and gave him a look of slight pity. "Like I said, I'm not judging you. I just don't want to be a part of that. Are we clear?".

Jason nodded slowly, taking a few seconds to compose himself. "You're right. I'm sorry I tried to draw you into my problems. But I don't want to talk about them either. So can we just drop it for now?". His blue eyes were raised to mine and they were pleading with me to understand. I knew what it was like to be in his position and not want to talk about something with my closest friend. So I just nodded and gave his hand a slight squeeze to let him know I understood and we could leave it at that.

Though for me at least, it would be difficult. I could see whatever it was that was bothering him; it wasn't just bothering him, it was eating away at him. I was afraid that he was currently making choices on tour that he would regret later on. Especially, once Judy found out. Not if, because I was sure she would find out eventually. In the words of Buddha, three things cannot be hidden; the sun, the moon and truth. And despite letting Jason believe that we could leave our discussion as it was now, I was determined to get the truth out of his before he left Paris to rejoin the tour.

"I need to get dressed" I said to him, silently inferring that he needed to leave. He stood up and stretched his body slightly, releasing some of the tension. I watched the muscles in his biceps flex as he stretched his arms above his head. He really had put on some muscle. I wondered if he had been working out. When I realized what I was doing, I winced inwardly and quietly chastised myself for doing exactly what I had just lectured Jason about. I should not be checking him out. It was entirely hypocritical of me. I looked away and walked back over to the vanity as Jason headed over to my bathroom and quietly closed the door after himself.

I took the time that he was away to get dressed. I chose a simple pair of high waisted skinny jeans and a white silk chiffon blouse that I tucked into my jeans. I applied a quick swipe of makeup, concealer, blush, eyeliner and a pale lipstick. I put on my black patent leather pumps and then went into my walk in closet to choose a bag. Being a model for Chanel meant I was given a lot of clothes, bags and accessories for free that I was expected to wear, especially when I knew I was going to be photographed. It was all part of branding and showing that Chanel models chose to wear Chanel in their everyday lives and not just on the runways. I chose a simple black leather bag with a gold chain as the strap. I returned to look at my reflection in the mirror and decided to wear my hair down. I removed my hair tie and my long hair fell down my back in a smooth, shiny sheet. I ran my fingers through it a bit and then was satisfied.

I turned to find Jason standing behind me, though back a bit, his hands in his pockets looking at me sheepishly. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked as I herded him out of my bedroom towards the front door of my apartment.

"Not long. Just long enough to see you let your hair down" he confessed a little guiltily. I smiled as we walked out of the door. I shut the door and then locked it. We walked down the stairs and went out on the street. "I like your hair this length" Jason remarked thoughtfully. He reached out and ran his fingers through my silky hair, pushing it back off my face a bit. "It suits you".

"Thanks" I said smiling at his compliment. I grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the road. I hailed a cab and we both climbed in.
"31 Rue Cambron s'il vous plait" I said to the driver. He nodded and then pulled away from the curb, driving quickly through the streets of Paris.

The journey through the streets of Paris passed in relative silence. Jason looked out the window intently, full of interest about the city. I remembered that it was his first time here, so when we passed popular tourist sites I pointed them out. He nodded along enthusiastically. I promised him that I would show him as much of the city as I could while he was here.

We arrived a few short minutes later. I actually didn't live that far from the Paris office. My apartment was on Qaui du Louvre. To get to the Chanel office, you had to go one street over to Rue de Rivoli and then take it west a ways before turning North onto Rue Cambron. It was actually walkable on a nice day, but since we were running slightly late, I had elected to take the cab instead. The driver pulled up outside and I paid him before we climbed out.

We walked up to a set of heavy wooden doors. The headquarters had a number of windows showcasing pieces from the latest collection available to the public. On display was the current fall collection that had been shown during the spring. The clothes I was being fitted for today were for the spring/summer collection of ’89. Next to the large windows was another door to enter the actual Chanel boutique, where the designs could be purchased. But the doors that we were going through were to Coco Chanel’s personal apartments that she had used when she was still alive. Since her death, they had been converted by Karl Lagerfeld into his own apartments, but also as a work space. The doors to these apartments were thick, imposing and impenetrable, with no windows. From the outside, they look uninviting, which was kind of the idea, to keep people away. There was an intercom system with a number pad to enter a pass key to get inside. In addition to the intercom system, there were also security cameras that were watched twenty four hours a day by a team of privately hired security officers. I deftly entered the passed key and the lock on the door clicked open audibly. Jason raised his eyebrows at the whole set up as he followed me inside.

"It's to prevent theft" I explained as we walked down the elegant marble hallway. "Theft of both actual physical garments and theft of design ideas". Jason nodded as followed me as he looked around at the golden, gilded hallway. Extravagant would be an understatement. The floors were of polished white marbled, inlayed with gold that was mirrored in the cream walls that were flexed with gold as well. There were many mirrors lining the hallway, to give it the appearance of a larger space and to reflect light from the crystal chandeliers. There were a few white tables placed strategically along the hallway,in between the mirrors, each with a vase of white calla lilies on it. Some might call it gaudy, but I thought it was done up in such a way that it still maintained a certain classiness about it, while alluding to an era long gone by. It was in stark contrast to the boutique just next door that oozed sophistication, but in a clean and modern way. We stopped at another set of wooden, windowless doors. I knocked once and then opened them cautiously. We entered the room and I saw the surprise written all over Jason's face. I mentally kicked myself for not preparing him because the scene before us was probably every straight man's fantasy.

I had barely time to whisper, "Don't stare, it's rude!" before Helmut Frisch approached us and smiled warmly at me, greeting me in French and then kissing me on both cheeks as was the French custom. He then turned slightly to Jason, gave him a swift once over, maintaining his smile all the while, despite Jason's obviously out of place exterior. He extended his hand and greeted Jason.

"Bonjour. Je m'apelle Helmut. Vous devez être invité de Kat. Comment ca va?" he asked him cordially.

Jason looked at me for help, his eyes wide and unsure. I could also tell that he was trying very hard to keep his eyes on me because he probably didn't know where else to look.

I smiled and then looked back at Helmut. "Actually, he doesn't speak French. Helmut, this is Jason. He's an old friend from San Francisco, and yes, he is my guest today".

Helmut smiled warmly and then swept his arm out, indicating I should go to one of the design assistants so they could start fitting the garments to me. Jason made to follow me but Helmut deftly linked his arm through Jason's and winked at me as he led him in the opposite direction. I saw Jason's eyes look down in surprise at his arm and then they looked back up at me in horror as he was led away.

I laughed to myself as I made my way through half dressed, partially dressed and fully nude models that were all being fitted to their garments. In the world of modelling, there was no room for modesty. The designers didn't have time to deal with various insecurities. It was unofficially acknowledged that no one needed to worry about nudity though, because it was all very professional. There was nothing overtly sexual about stripping down in front of a room of people, either to be fitted or to change on the fly during a runway show. The truth be told, no one cared. I'll admit at first, I was a little nervous about stripping in front of a room of people, but when I came to realize that it was all very cold and sterile and that truthfully, no one could care less about seeing you naked, I began to relax. Now, it was no big deal to me. I slipped out of my clothes and hung them on a free hanger that was on a rack that held the clothes that needed to be fitted to my body.

The design assistant that was fitting me gave me the first piece, a beautiful black dress. I slipped into it quickly and he did up the back. The idea behind this piece was that Chanel was trying to re-invent one of its signature looks, the little black dress, to make it feel a little trendier and in line with the times. He started to pin the garment so that it would fit my body snugly during fashion week. When he was done we moved on to another garment. In all, I was probably there for a little over an hour. During that time, I had no idea where Jason was. Helmut had steered him off somewhere and I had yet to see him since; though I was sure that Helmut was taking good care of him.

When the design assistant was finished and I was free to leave, I quickly dressed, grabbed my purse and then left in the direction that I had seen Jason and Helmut walking towards. I had a sneaking suspicion that they would be in the Salon, probably enjoying a strong cup of espresso. As luck would have it, when I walked into the salon, I was right. Helmut had Jason seated on one of the white velvet love seats and was talking animatedly to him about something. When I walked into the room, he smiled and nodded in my direction. Jason looked back over his shoulder and looked at me, relief written all over his face.

"Ah, Katerina!" Helmut declared as he stood up and walked over to me, ushering me further into the room. He put his arm around my waist as he spoke. "We were just discussing the ins and outs of Jason's career choice here. It's very interesting if you ask me, this business of rock and roll. Though, one must always be careful in the music industry. There are so many temptations these days. And you never know just who's watching you" he joked, though I knew he was more serious than he was letting on. I knew his comments were not directed at Jason, rather they were directed at me as a reminder that everything I did was a reflection of the fashion house that employed me. I could see the veiled concern in his eyes as he returned to his seat opposite Jason. I knew he thought Jason and I were romantically involved and he was worried about the trouble I might potentially get into as a result. I would set the record straight later on, when I had a moment alone with Helmut.

"Join us, Katerina" he urged me, sweeping his arm grandly to indicate an arm chair perpendicular to the couch. I knew he wanted to watch me interact with Jason, so he could watch and try and gauge with more certainty what our relationship was like. I, however, was not going to have any of it.

I shook my head and smiled politely. "Actually, I came to steal him away. We have plans for the rest of the day". I held my hand out for Jason to take. He graciously thanked Helmut for his time, set his little espresso cup down and then lightly took my hand. I waved goodbye to Helmut and he waved back and smiled at me, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. I could only imagine what was running through his head right now. He probably suspected I would have a wild weekend in the Parisian clubs with my rocker boyfriend and then he would have a PR mess to clean up Monday. Good thing for him, that that would not be happening.

I steered Jason out of the room and then let go of his hand as we started back towards the front door of the building.

"Did you have fun?" I teased him lightly as we stepped out onto the street.

He rolled his eyes at me. "That guy is scary. Do you know how many questions he asked me? And questions about the weirdest shit too. I felt like I was being interrogated!" he exclaimed as we set off down the street. I decided to walk us towards the Jardin des Tuileries. It was a beautiful day and the gardens were gorgeous. Since it was still technically the end of summer, we would be able to catch the last of the summer flowers.

I figured a nice stroll through the gardens and then a nice lunch, perhaps in a cafe along the Champs Elysees, might put Jason at ease enough to talk about what was bothering him.

"Like what?" I asked him, looking at his face with a happy smile. I started to cross the street, because the cross walk light was on, but Jason grabbed my hand suddenly, pulling me back onto the curb as a cab screamed around the corner, crossing the pavement where I had been only moments before, and sped off in a hurry. I put my hand to my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart. I looked up at Jason who had a look of pure astonishment on his face. I guess he didn't know that in Paris, the cab drivers drive insanely and don't always follow the rules of the road. I knew that it was inappropriate, given the moment, but I couldn't help but laugh. It was the only thing I could do given that I had almost become a bloody smear on the pavement if Jason hadn't saved me. I also had a tendency to laugh in appropriate situations. His eyes got even wider when I started to giggle uncontrollably. Really, I didn't know why I was laughing, but I couldn't stop.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you laughing?" he asked me incredulously. He was still holding onto my hand, his grip like an iron gauntlet around it as we walked down the street towards the gardens. It was starting to hurt a little and my hand was going numb.

"Ouch! Jason, let go of my hand" I whined, clawing at his hand a little, though I was unable to suppress another snort of laughter.

He slackened his death grip slightly, but didn't let go. "No, you don't get to walk around anymore on your own. If you get smushed under my watch, I'll never forgive myself" he replied, lecturing me like a child, completely serious. His tone was enough to send me into another fit of giggles. He glared at me from the corner of his eye and scowled. I saw it and smiled sweetly at him. "Stop laughing" he told me seriously, "because I'm being serious. You almost just got hit by a car. You could be dead right now".

I held up my free hand, three fingers raised and in the most serious tone I could muster I said, "Okay, I'm being serious now; Scout's honour". Jason just glowered at me and my mock seriousness and I burst into another round of laughter that he chose to ignore.

We walked comfortably down the streets, basking it the warmth of the end of summer sun, and it didn't take long until we reached the gardens. Jason was taken aback by how beautiful they were and despite how busy they were with tourists coming to see them, how peaceful. We strolled hand in hand, stopping every so often look at a statue, flowers or a fountain, just enjoying the afternoon and each other's company. We hadn't been there long when I saw what I had been not afraid of seeing, but annoyed at seeing. Several men from a distance were snapping our photos as we strolled through the park. I did my best to ignore them, hoping Jason wouldn't spot them, but it didn't take him long before he saw them.

I saw his body stiffen next to me as we walked and he moved so that he was now walking slightly ahead of me, blocking my body from the sight lines of the photographers.

"Jason, it's fine" I told him.

"No, it's not fine. I've seen the pictures in some of the magazines back home. It's not fine Kat. They're just waiting to try and catch you in a compromising position. All they care about is scandal" he replied testily as he glared over in their direction. He was wearing sunglasses, so they couldn't actually see his glare, but the body language was enough. He was rigid and the anger was just oozing off of him.

In that moment, I realized that they were finally getting what they had been trying to get for months now. I was being photographed with a man. I was always careful about where I went and who I was with. But being with Jason made me forget that there was the possibility I would be photographed. I usually went unbothered, unless it was a few days before or after a major event in the fashion industry, when people suddenly were concerned with what all the models were up to. Other than that, it was only the occasional photographer. And since I was relatively boring, they didn't follow me around for long.

But I realized that holding hands with Jason was a huge mistake on my part. Part of it was that it was so familiar and comfortable that I hadn't even consciously thought that I shouldn't be doing it. And now I was going to pay for my stupidity. It wouldn't take the editors of whatever magazine they would sell the pictures to very long to figure out who Jason was, and quite possibly that he was married. I sighed and I knew that I was now visibly upset. My thoughts immediately went to Judy and how she would react if she saw the pictures. My heart broke just a little bit as I imagined that it would only serve to exacerbate the problems the two of them were already facing. I knew that we definitely looked like a couple. God, I was so stupid. It looked like Helmut would indeed have a PR mess to clean up come Monday.

We continued to walk through the gardens, albeit, at a faster pace and we didn't say anything more. We came to the edge of the gardens and the photographers were a lot closer now, snapping pictures only a few feet from us. They started to call to me in French, asking me about my friend. Was he my boyfriend? Was he my husband? They had obviously noticed his wedding band. We both did our best to ignore them and walk casually towards a stop light. There was a nice cafe on the other side of the street, just at the start of the Champs Elysees that I had frequented before. I decided we would slip into there and grab lunch and refuge. I tried to let go of Jason's hand a few times, but his grip remained firm. I shook my head and tried to not panic at the thought of the photos that would inevitably be printed.

The light changed and we sped walked across the street and I pulled Jason towards the cafe. Getting the idea we both hurried inside only breathing sighs of relief when the door shut firmly behind us.
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January 24, 2012, 10:20 pm
YEY! I wanna know everything about the envelope! And I think Kat and Jase should make it up again :wink

So that's why we cant hear the bass on the AJFA! :lol: :heart: :heart:
LOL :lol:

I thought I was being so clever, coming up with a reason why the bass isn't audible! :rolleyes:
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Hummm....something is wrong with Jason, something is tormenting him, apart from his marriage falling apart. maybe the hazing, on the boys side is corroding. Ultimayte shock would be if Judy had slept with James. :lol: No wonder the man wouldn't want to talk about it.

Now, they're going to be taken as a couple, photographs can be deceiving. Jason's role in the band is going to be aggravated, since James has his own way of owning, without owning (if you know what I mean).

Kat should definately hook up with him, he's sweet and he really shows he cares about her. He always have:))
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Loved the descriptions of her at work. :horns2 Let's see what happens with those pics... I don't think Judy or James will take them ok! :P
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Thanks Alma and Scorpion Flower for commenting! :heart: :heart:

I don't have time to post part three of the chapter tonight, I had a long day at school and I've still got some studying to do, but I'll try for tomorrow. I still need to edit it, so hopefully I'll get up it soon.

I think a few of your questions will be answered in part three... :biggrin

The rest; probably in the next chapter which will include James, and yes, his reaction to the photos and some clues to the mysterious envelope will be revealed!
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January 24, 2012, 10:28 pm
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January 24, 2012, 10:20 pm
YEY! I wanna know everything about the envelope! And I think Kat and Jase should make it up again :wink

So that's why we cant hear the bass on the AJFA! :lol: :heart: :heart:
LOL :lol:

I thought I was being so clever, coming up with a reason why the bass isn't audible! :rolleyes:
I liked it :wink

Btw, awesome chapter! It will be easy for them to find out who Jason is, because at this point they were starting to be famous, soon comes MTV and Grammy awards... :ugh:
Hope no one will freak out with the pics :P

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Wow, so many updates! So many changes!
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I mean what do you do in a situation where your best friend who was at one point in love with you, and who you lost your virginity drunkenly to, who is now married and you live thousands of miles away from, but then comes to visit you and has been unable to keep his eyes off of you since he got here and whom you were also at one point slightly in love with asks if it's okay if he watches you get dressed?

Well, you reach deep down and finally make up your mind about what you feel for this "friend", if anything, and then you stop fooling yourself and the "friend" about being "friends".

I don't quite understand this whole modeling thing, but I guess the need for change prevailed. Although, the first time Jason appeared, it is clear that no actual change really happened.

So, I wonder what happens when those pictures come out. No, strike that, I wonder what James will do once the pictures are out. And then I wonder what she will do, once they finally meet face to face. And will Jason "the friend" again be the one to suffer?

PS, I don't mind long chapters. These last few were flowing nicely. I like how you cover all little details that make life.
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January 25, 2012, 8:08 pm
Loved the descriptions of her at work. :horns2 Let's see what happens with those pics... I don't think Judy or James will take them ok! :P
That's what I think as well :P

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January 26, 2012, 7:25 am
Wow, so many updates! So many changes!
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I mean what do you do in a situation where your best friend who was at one point in love with you, and who you lost your virginity drunkenly to, who is now married and you live thousands of miles away from, but then comes to visit you and has been unable to keep his eyes off of you since he got here and whom you were also at one point slightly in love with asks if it's okay if he watches you get dressed?

Well, you reach deep down and finally make up your mind about what you feel for this "friend", if anything, and then you stop fooling yourself and the "friend" about being "friends".

I don't quite understand this whole modeling thing, but I guess the need for change prevailed. Although, the first time Jason appeared, it is clear that no actual change really happened.

So, I wonder what happens when those pictures come out. No, strike that, I wonder what James will do once the pictures are out. And then I wonder what she will do, once they finally meet face to face. And will Jason "the friend" again be the one to suffer?

PS, I don't mind long chapters. These last few were flowing nicely. I like how you cover all little details that make life.
Ah yes the modelling thing. My thinking behind that was that I didn't want her to be in a stagnant place (in San Francisco) and be stuck in her life, unable to move forward or deal with the event with James, especially considering the fact that Jason would be away on tour and that he gets married (I'm pretty sure he did marry someone named Judy in real life. Can't remember exactly).

So I started thinking how can I get her out of San Fran and living her own kind of life that is separate from Metallica. Especially considering, the only reason she was even remotely involved with them int he first place was because of her friendship with Jason. I tried to think of something with her marketing background, but the truth is, I don't know anything about marketing! :lol: I know a little bit about modelling and I figured if I could get her to Paris, I could write a little better. I spent a summer in Paris while my father did some work there, so I felt like I would be able to describe things a little better and make it more realistic. I've been to San Fran, but I was 13, so I only remember the touristy things, which obviously wouldn't interest Kat or Metallica.

So modelling it was in Paris! It was a vehicle to get her out of San Fran, a new focus in life and a life of her own. I also didn't want her to sit around and pine away for them while they were on tour, and I didn't want her to follow them around on tour. I wanted her to at least try and have her own life. We'll see how the modelling plays out. I've got a few ideas rolling around in my head.

As for the friend thing between them...yeah they're clearly "not just friends". So we'll see what happens there.

Thanks again for the nice, long, lovely comments! :heart:
Edited by Voxx, January 26, 2012, 12:35 pm.
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