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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,476 Views)
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I love your story!
I laughed so hard when she thought James was Jason on the couch :lol:
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I just finished my last exam for the year so hopefully I will have more time to think and write! Thanks again for all the wonderful comments. It's so encouraging to hear good feedback. If you decide you don't like the story, just post and tell me how you feel and I will attempt to change it. I'm mostly writing as I go. I only have a general idea of how I want this story to turn out.

@Lilth: I agree, that would be embarrassing, but guys don't really understand women all that well :P
@ Shayniz: Thank you so much! It's so good to see people want more :)
@ SKOM: I know exactly how you feel. I've loosely based Kat off of myself (in that I get embarrassed beyond easily and I can't seem kind of bitchy at times. But I'm really a softie at heart!)
@ MetalliRex: Thank you so much! That part of the story was based on an experience of a friend haha.

The next chapter:



Chapter Four

As I was laying on Jason's bed, staring at the celingm the phone rang. I bolted up right and ran out into the den to answer it.

"Hello" I breathed into the phone.

"Hey Kat! It's me." Dahlia answered.

"Hey, what's up" I asked her.

"I saw that Hetfield followed you out of the bar last night after your little exchange near the washrooms. I figured he must have left by now after some hanky panky and I want to know all the juicy, smutty details!" she teased me.

I groaned into the phone, which got the attention of Jason and James who turned their attention to me. A little surprised, I turned my back to them to prevent eavesdropping and quietly said into the phone, "It wasn't like that at all. Meet me for lunch and I'll explain".

"Exactly what I wanted to hear! I'll see you in an hour at our usual spot" Dahlia answered.

"Okay, bye" I said and hung up the phone.

I turned to Jason and triumphantly announced that I was meeting Dahlia for lunch and then I walked past him to take a shower. It only took me about 30 minutes to get ready. I left the bathroom to find Jason playing his bass in the den.

"Where is you know who?" I asked him.

"He left." Jason replied, "said something about a hot date". He continued to play his bass as I said see you later and left. Hot date, my ass I thought. Who would date him?

I soon found myself outside the usual cafe that Dahlia and I frequented when we had our girls lunches, namely because it served all day breakfast. And let's be honest, who doesn't love all day breakfast? I went in the front door and spotted Dahlia sitting at our usual table in the back of the cafe with a good view of the whole place. She waved as I walked towards her.

Dahlia was everything that I wanted to be. As a girl of Mexican descent, she had the most beautiful mocha skin tone and chocolate covered eyes that made me envious because of my pale white skin and green eyes. She was small and curvy while I was tall and slim and she was sexy and confident in a way I could only image being. She just oozed confidence and sex appeal and she turned heads everywhere she went. Today she was wearing a red and orange floral print dress and wore her inky black locks loose over her shoulders.

"Hey missy!" she said to me as I neared the table.

"Hey yourself" I replied as I sunk into the chair next to her.

Before we had a chance to start our conversation the waiter came by to take our order. Dahlia ordered a wrap with a diet coke and I ordered french toast with REAL Canadian maple syrup, not that crappy 'table syrup' and a side of fruit with a coffee. Another reason why I loved this place, just a little taste of home. Dahlia rolled her eyes at me as I placed my order.

"Some things never change" she said with a smile and then jumped right into the order of the day. "So...tell me all about him" she said as her smile changed to a smirk of pure delight.

"Trust me, it's not at all what you are imagining in that smutty little head of yours" I laughed as I launched into the story of last night's events. In the middle of the story our food arrived and we started to eat as I finished it.

"Honestly Kat, he doesn't seem that bad. I don't know what you're problem is. He's totally hot and while he may have been rude to you at first he did end up looking out for you even though you have yet to be nice to him at all and he barely knows you. Hell, if he had walked ME home, I would have jumped his bones the minute he got inside" she exclaimed completely serious.

"Dahlia! Oh my god." I said exasperated. "You know I'm not like that at all".

She held up her hands in defence. "All I'm saying," she laughed, "is to maybe stop being so hard on the guy. He said you were pretty and you haven't gone on a date with anyone since you moved to San Fransisco. Who cares that he's in a heavy metal band? Not everyone who is in a heavy metal band is necessarily a bad guy. Look at Jason. And, if you want to continue to be in Jason's life, you're going to have to get used to him. And!" she exclaimed just as I was about to respond, "stop being such a prude!".

I laughed a little and thought about what she had said and realized that she was right. God, I loved Dahlia for her honesty. I was just about to respond when I saw her eyes widen in surprise. She was looking over my shoulder and I turned to see what she was staring at. In through the door had walked James and a slim, young blonde on his arm who was staring up at him adoringly. I sighed. I guess he really did have a hot date. I turned back around before he saw me, but I was too late as we locked eyes and he started to move through the cafe dragging his date with him. As he neared our table he grabbed two chairs and pulled them up to our table.

"Hey Kat" he said cheerfully and he plopped himself down into the chair nearest to me and his date sat down in the chair near Dahlia.

"Hey..." I responded looking at Dahlia slightly confused. The waiter came by and James ordered for himself and his date before turning to me.

"Jason said that this was your favourite spot to eat. I've never heard of it, so I figured I would give it a try. Didn't expect to find you still here with your friend" he said to me grinning.

"Who's your friend?" Dahlia asked sweetly.

"Oh. Um. Chastity?" he said as he looked at her.

"Sarah" his date replied a little crossly.

"Yeah I was just joking, I knew that" he said with a smile.

Dahlia and I looked at each other with wide eyes and she smiled at me before she announced that she had an appointment to get to. She got up and I started to follow her but she said, "Oh stay Kat. You're not done your lunch". She winked at me, said goodbye to James and his date and walked out of the cafe".

"So. I've been meaning to ask you, "James started, "you're obviously not from around here. Why did you move from San Fransisco?"

"What do you mean I'm obviously not from around here?" I asked him a little surprised.

"Well I mean you have an accent" he replied.

"I do not!" I retorted angrily.

James held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. Okay. But, nevertheless, where are you from?" he asked.

I thought about not answering, but figured I should take Dahlia's advice. What was the worse that could happen really? "I'm from Montreal originally. Canada." I answered.

"Oh. That's cool" he said. "You don't sound French though".

"I'm not. My parents emigrated from Europe to Montreal when I was three. But I considered myself Canadian." I answered him.

"That's cool" he replied as his and his date's food came.

"You guys like live in igloos, right?" his date Sarah said to me. We both looked at her and then each other. I smirked before answering,

"Yeah we do actually. And it's so cold in Canada that we don't need freezers. We just keep all our frozen food out in the backyard. But you do have to be careful, or else the polar bears will steal your food." I said to her with attempted sincerity. James snorted as he tried to contain his laughter. Sarah looked at me with wide eyes as I smiled sweetly at her.

"So what made you come down to the states then" James interrupted before I could continue my little tale.

I hesitated, deciding what I should tell him and keep to myself. I decided to go with, "I graduated from university just over a year ago and some things happened and I needed a change of scenery. This band I liked was playing in Chicago and I thought it would give me a chance to get away and clear my head and just have fun. So I flew down to see them and met Jason there. For some reason we really hit it off and we spent the next day exploring the city together. We bonded over that day and decided to road trip throughout the states. We eventually settled in San Fransisco when he decided to get more serious about his music". All of this was true. I was just leaving out the key little event that I so desperately wanted to avoid thinking about.

I watched James as I told him my story. He was watching me intently and focusing on every word I was saying. He was leaning closer to me than he was before. And again, I couldn't help but noticed how beautiful his eyes were. I watched him watching me and I thought to myself, maybe he's not so bad. Dahlia was right. He is hot. He's more than hot. He's beautiful. Maybe he is worth getting to know better. I finished my story and waited for him to say something.

He was about to answer when Sarah interrupted and said, "Is your Jason the Jason that Metallica hired to replace Cliff?". James scowled and our moment was lost as he turned to regard her.

"That's really none of your business" he snapped at her. It was as Sarah spoke that I remembered that he had brought her here as a date. Fuck, I thought to myself. I rose from the table and started to excuse myself saying that I should get going. I started to walk past James towards the door of the cafe when he grabbed my hand and turned me to look at him.

"The ring you wear on your left ring finger" he said, "are you married?"

I swallowed hard and looked straight into this eyes. My hands started to shake and he gripped the hand he had a hold of tighter as he felt me shaking.

"No" I answered him with a steady voice, "I'm not married. The ring belongs to the man I killed. And I wear it to remind me". He looked at me in shock. All I could do was turn and walk away.

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Hot date, my ass I thought. Who would date him?


:lol: :lol:

lol, James, little stalker... :P

But I just can't believe the last sentence... :blink:

More!
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This is very interesting, love it :heart:

*waits for more* :dance
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Thanks for the comments ladies. And yes I would agree with you Lilith, James is a stalker. But I think it will turn out okay and hopefully he doesn't seem too creepy!

This is just a little update before I head off to work. Hopefully I will be able to post a second update after work, but I can't promise anything. I can promise though, in the next chapter I will address Kat's parting comment to James. Just not yet!

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Chapter Five

The next five days seemed to fly by. I spent my nights working at the bar with Dahlia and my days I spent sleeping in and then listening to Jason practice for his first gig with Metallica in LA. While he practiced I did his laundry and started to get all his things organized and ready to be packed. Assuming the gig went well, the boys then had plans to head back to Europe and continue with the tour that had been postponed after the death of Cliff. I hadn't seen or heard from James after that surprised run in with him at the cafe. I assumed that I had scared him off when he had asked me about my ring. I hadn't intended to, but when I thought about it, it was probably for the best anyways.

On the day of the gig in LA, Jason woke me up early so we could get an early start on the road. Despite the fact that I didn't really want to go, I would never miss Jason's first gig. And so, it was 9 a.m. and I found myself crammed into a car with the Metallica boys while all the equipment was in a separate truck that had left even earlier. The boys had pulled straws to see who would drive and Kirk lost so he was currently driving while everyone else dozed. James sat in the front passenger seat and Jason, Lars and I sat in the back seat. Lars insisted that I sit in the middle because it was kind of cramped in the back seat and he declared that he would rather get snugly with a woman than Jason. James hadn’t said anything about our talk in the cafe so I decided that I wouldn’t either. In fact, he had mostly ignored me this morning and that was just fine by me.

About an hour into the drive both Jason and Lars were softly snoring and leaning on me, which I was fine with, but when I felt something wet on my shoulder on Lars' side, I looked down and saw a giant pile of drool on my shirt and that I was not fine with.

"Lars!" I yelled at him and he bolted upright.

"What?" he exclaimed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I didn't say anything, I just looked down at my shoulder and his eyes followed mine. When he saw my shirt he smiled a little sheepishly and said, "Sorry. I'll buy you a new one to wear in LA.".

"What's wrong?" Kirk asked from the driver's seat.

"Nothing. Lars just drooled all over me." I replied. "It's fine though, you don't need to buy me a new shirt. That is ridiculous". Both Jason and James had woken up by now and they were listening to our exchange with barely concealed amusement.

Lars rolled his eyes and said, "Fine then. You can walk around all day with a ring of drool on your shoulder. Cause that is what will happen when it dries".

I smiled and just shook my head. It really wasn't that big of a deal but then Kirk interjected and said, "Kat, I’ve got an extra shirt in my bag in the trunk you can wear that. And we need to stop for piss break guys." He said as he pulled the car into a gas station.

When he parked we all piled out of the car. Kirk and Lars went to find a washroom and Jason and James stood around and talked while James pumped gas into the car. I got out and opened the trunk and looked for Kirk's spare shirt. When I finally found it I looked at it and sighed. It would have to do. I closed the trunk and held the shirt up to my chest to show Jason and James. They both burst out laughing as they saw what I would be wearing for the rest of the day. The shirt was a sleeveless t-shirt that had the word Dick in big white letters across the front.

"Suits you perfectly" Jason teased and I scowled at him.

"Maybe it does." I replied, "but that's Miss Dick to you".

And with that I climb into the car to change my shirt in semi-privacy. Jason left to go pay for the gas and James was left standing outside the car while I changed. I turned my back to him and took my shirt off. Luckily I wore a nice lacy bra in case anyone saw me. I quickly sniffed Kirk's shift and smiled when I smelled the detergent, which meant that it was clean, and I put my arms in the holes where the sleeves should be, pulling it over my head. It was rather large and loose and the holes where the sleeves should be were large too, so my bra should through. But it was better than nothing. I turned around to get out of the car and saw the James had been watching me change. We locked eyes and he blushed before quickly looking away. I sighed, boys will be boys I thought to myself before climbing out.

“"id you like the show?" I said to him as I opened the trunk to put my shirt in Jason's bag.

He turned back to me with his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans and looked at me intensely. Again, I had that feeling that he was looking right through me. But this time I was able to see it for what it really was. He was looking at me with lust. I began to feel a little uncomfortable and regretted my little comment. He licked lips and took a step towards me. My breath caught in my through as he opened his mouth to reply.

However, before he could say anything, the boys came back and Kirk was yelling at Lars for walking around a gas station without his shoes on.

"Fock off! Why do you even care?" he asked him as they reached the car. They both stopped and started laughing when they saw me in Kirk's shirt. Kirk apologized and said,

"Geeze Kat, I'm sorry. I just grabbed a shirt this morning I didn't even look".

"Not your fault" I said, "It's not like you were planning on lending it to anyone". I smiled at him and he smiled back. James had backed off and gotten back into the car when Lars and Kirk got back to the car. We all piled in after him as Jason came back from paying for the gas and he got into the car too.
"Okay fockers, no more stops!" Lars declared as Kirk pulled out of the gas station and we were back on the road to LA.
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lol Larsy! :cloud9 A bit grumpy, but I love him. Kirk is sweet too. LOL I'd love to be crammed in a car with 86 them in it! :drool Larsy can drool me all he wants! :biggrin
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Great fic! Being Finnish, I love that Kat's half-Finnish, too. Haha.

I'm intrigued by this Marc guy... I want to know more about him.
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@Alma, You and me both! I wouldn't even say anything to them. I would just sit there and admire their beauty :P
@Minna I'm actually slightly in love with Finland. I'm Canadian, but actually half Danish (my dad is Danish). So I've spent some time in Scandinavia visiting family from his side and of all the Scandinavian countries I have to say I LOVE Finland the most.

This next update is kind of long, so I apologize for that. I'm now at the point where the next chapter Kat will reveal her entire past to James.

Please enjoy this update though :)



Chapter 6

By the time we arrived in LA, everyone was a little cranky from the long car ride. It didn't help that Kirk drives like a nun. So, it was mutually agreed that Kirk would not be driving home. What remained to be seen was who would be sober by the end of the night. All bets were on me.

We arrived early enough that we had some time to kill before the show. The boys decided to stick near the venue and go through a sound check but I decided to head out a do a bit of shopping because let's face it, there's nothing better than a little retail therapy. I wished Jason good luck just in case I didn't see him before the show. I then spent the whole afternoon shopping in various local shops. Being a young female bartender meant I made a lot in tips and I decided to treat myself to five pairs of new shoes and a cute summer dress. I had the car keys, and I dropped all my purchases off before heading back to the venue. It was a mid-sized club that could fit about 500 people and at 7 pm the place was already packed. I went inside and was able to snag a seat on the bar. I ordered water and chatted to a few of the concert goers, all of who appeared to be die hard Metallica fans.

The boys went on stage shortly after eight and I must admit that they played an amazing show. I stayed seated at the bar because I didn't want to get trampled by the heavy metal mob in front of the stage. Watching them on stage made me really realize exactly why Jason wanted so desperately to get the gig. As I watched him on stage my swelled a little and I teared up a bit because I was just so damned proud of him. The crowd reacted positively when James introduced him as Metallica’s new bass player and went wild when he performed a bass solo. I was also amazed at Lars and how much power he put into his drumming. For such a little guy, he sure produced a mighty drum sound!

However, it was James who really stole my attention for the night. He completely owned the stage. He stalked around and interacted with the crowd in a way that only a true front man can. He played most of the night shirtless and I couldn't help by admire his toned, tanned torso as he head-banged throughout the night. His long blond locks were soaked through with sweat. Though I didn't want to admit it to myself, he looked damn good. The crowd adored him and continually chanted his name throughout the night. I also noticed that the girls in the crowd seemed to particularly love him over the rest of the band members. Whenever he would stalk over to their side of the stage, some of the girls would flash their breasts at him, obviously trying to get his attention and maybe a chance to, ehrm, "meet" him backstage. These girls made me sick. The idea of sleeping with someone just because they were in your favourite band was absolutely revolting to me and brought up past memories of these same types of girls trying to get Marc's attention when he played. Luckily for me, he never did notice them because he only had eyes for me. I doubted, however, that James was immune to their charms.

The boys played a relatively short set that was only 12 songs long. They ended with seek and destroy, said their thank you's and good nights and then left the stage. I debated on whether or not I wanted to go backstage, given the kind of debauchery I might witness, but then decided that I really wanted to congratulate Jason on doing such an amazing job. I left my post on the bar and made my way to the backstage area. Luckily, before parting earlier in the day, Lars had given me a backstage pass. I flashed it at the bouncer and he let me pass.

I followed the sound of shouting and laughter and found the boys in a half dressed state in their dressing room. Kirk saw me first and
exclaimed excitedly, "What did you think Kat? Sounded fucking awesome right? You can't say you didn't like it because I won't believe you!"

I smiled at Kirk and concede to him, "I eat my words from before. I think you guys sounded fucking amazing! Jason..." I turned to him, "You were so good! I'm so proud of you!" I walked over to him and gave him a bear hug despite his sweaty state.

He grinned at me stupidly and ruffled my long hair before heading off to the showers. He was soon followed by the rest of the boys who all the while kept talking about how great the gig had gone and which songs they thought sounded best. As I waited for them to come back a group of scantily clad and heavily done up girls came back with one of the bouncers. They were giggling and whispering amongst themselves, obviously waiting for the Metallica boys to return from the showers. I rolled my eyes and considered leaving when one of the spotted me. She obviously thought I was there for the same reason as they were and said to me,

"Oh, were you warming them up for us?" she smiled cattily at me before continuing, "ust so you know, Lars is mine first when he gets back. Then you can have him if he wants you". She paused, sizing me up and then said, "nice shirt" as sarcastically as she could.

I nodded at her and smiled, deciding that it wasn't worth my time getting into an argument with her. I rose from the seat I had taken near Jason’s clothes and left the dressing room, deciding that I would wait in the car until they were done doing whatever it was they were going to do. As I was leaving I passed by the shower area and couldn't help but take a peek as I walked by. I'm a perv, I know. Kirk was the only one done showering and he had wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel. Again, I marvelled at how beautiful and smooth his skin looked. I sighed and called out to him that I was going to wait in the car.

When I made it back to the car I didn’t get inside. Instead I sat on the hood and enjoyed the cool night air. I rotated my neck and stretched my shoulders as I considered the night. It had gone better than I had expected and surprisingly I had only thought of Marc once throughout the night. But thinking of Marc now, especially after such an amazing metal show, made me choke up. I sat on the hood of the car and silently allowed tears to fall down my cheeks as I thought about the only man that I had ever loved and the only man I thought I could love. But Marc was dead now and he wouldn't want me crying useless buckets of tears over him. Heavy metal had been Marc's passion. He had wanted to be a musician when I first met him when I was sixteen. He had impressed me with his guitar playing, then a blues guitarist, and we became fast friends and then lovers. Soon after we met, he heard Black Sabbath for the first time and his whole world changed. From then on, he was all about heavy metal and that was when he decided to start his own heavy metal band. We stayed together all throughout highschool and I encouraged him to pursue his dream while he encouraged me to follow mine.

We both attended McGill University, him for music, and me for marketing and business administration. We had only just graduated when Marc died. A year and a half later, it was still painful to think about and I spend a lot of time consciously trying to not think about him. But James, he was so much like Marc that since I had met James, I had thought about Marc more times that I had since he died. It was after he died that I resolved to stay as far away from the metal scene as I could and I left home to get away from Montreal and all the memories. That was how I met Jason.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard laughter approaching. I swiped the tears form my face, and blinked several times to try and prevent the ones still in my eyes from falling. I took a deep breath and hopped down off the hood of the car, hoping that no one would notice I had been crying. James, Lars, Kirk and Jason approached the car all of them chattering away.

"So, who is going to be the lucky one to drive us all the way back to San Fran tonight?" I asked them.

Since Kirk was out of the question and Jason was too drunk, it came down to either James, Lars or myself. Lars claimed that he had had too much to drink, but I think he is full of shit and just didn't want to drive. I was about to offer to drive when James snatched the keys dangling from my fingers and said he would drive. Fine, problem solved. I climbed into the front passenger seat because I decided I did not want to be drooled on for the duration of the drive and Kirk, Lars and Jason climbed into the back seat. James got into the driver's seat, started the car and we were off.

A little less than an hour into the drive Lars declared that he was bored.

"Yeah me too" Kirk agreed.

"Yeah." Jason agreed also, though I'm sure he had no idea what he was agreeing to. During the time that I had seen him after the show and now, he had had so much to drink I had never seen him this drunk. My suspicion was that he had been plied with beers once he had gotten out of the shower. To each his own though.

I yawned, I wasn't bored. I was sleepy. But I answered them anyways, "well what do you suggest then? I spy? I spy with my little eye something is black" I said as I looked out the window into the pitch black darkness. James chuckled but Lars didn't think my joke was funny.

"Fock off. No, let's play a more interesting game. Let's play truth or dare" he proclaimed rather devilishly.

James and I both burst out laughing.

James said, "What the fuck Ulrich? What are we, a bunch of thirteen year old girls?"

"And how the hell do you do dares in a car?" I added.

"Well you'll just have to wait and see" Lars answered me, completely ignoring James.

"I'm in" Kirk said smiling.

"Me too" Jason slurred.

"Okay," Lars said, "I’ll go first. James, truth or dare?"

James rolled his eyes, but went along with Lars' game and said, "Truth".

Lars kicked the back of the driver's seat and grinned at James, "You focker. Such a pussy!"

"Hey fuck you!" James snarled back at him, glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

"Okay," Lars said with a smirk, "have you ever had an STD? AND, you can't lie. The whole point of the game is to be honest".

James scowled at Lars in the mirror and I watched him while he answered. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and I raised my eyebrow at him. Finally he answered, "Yes. Once. It's gone".

Lars burst out laughing to which James yelled, "Fuck you!" and slammed on the brakes making Lars fly forward almost into the front dash of the car because he wasn't wearing his seat belt. This caused the rest of us to break out into laughter as Lars swore under his breath.

"See" he said, "Aren't we having fun now?"

James continued driving as Lars declared that it was James' turn to ask someone truth or dare. James looked around at us, pausing on me and asking, "Truth or dare?".

"Truth" I said.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.

"Fock! James! Do you not understand this game? That is the lamest focking question you could have ever asked" Lars groaned and kicked the back of his seat again. James ignored him and glanced at me questioningly, trying to keep his attention on the road.

"Nope" I said. He smiled at the windshield but then I added, "and I'm not looking" which made his smile disappear. To this Jason had to say,

"Fuckin' right Kat".

I turned around and patted him on the head before turning my attention to Lars.

"Your turn" I said to him, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare" he said.

"I dare you to strip and run beside the car naked for a mile" I said to him smugly.

Everyone in the car, roared with laughter and starting shouting at him that he had to do it. James pulled over and we all looked at him expectantly. Lars started blushing.

"Fock, but there's a chick here" he said with embarrassment.

"Well you should have thought of that before you suggested this game" Kirk said to him.

Lars started to curse under his breath in Danish, but began to strip out of his clothes. He crawled over Jason and out of the car before stepping out of his boxers. He stood on the side of the road and covered his nakedness while we all hooted with laughter. James put the car in drive and we all rolled down our windows to watch him.

"Start running" I called to him.

Lars took his hands away and started to jog behind the car that was slowly rolling down the roadway in the cool Californian air. Cars passing by started to honk at him and a few even rolled down their windows to shout things at him. When the mile was over he all but rammed himself back into the car, shoving his clothes onto himself.

"Okay, missy" he glared at me, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare" I said, challenging him. I figured I dared him the worst thing that could be done in our present situation in this cramped car.

"I dare you to make out with Kirk" he smiled triumphantly at me.

James took his eyes of the road to look at me and gauge my reaction. I smiled and rolled my eyes like it was nothing. But inside, my stomach became all mushy. I hadn't made out with anyone except Marc before. It's not that I didn't know how to kiss, but it would be so different. "Fine" I said to Lars.

I took off my seatbelt and leaned over into the back seat. Kirk looked up at me smiling away. At least he is the most adorable man I have ever seen in my life I thought to myself. I leaned closer to him and when our noses were touching we both closed our eyes. Our lips touched softly at first and then Kirk opened his mouth, inviting me to do the same, which I did. He moved his tongue into my mouth, massaging mine gently, coaxing me to lean forward more into the kiss. I responded to his gentle touch on my neck and opened my mouth wider, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth. He made a small noise from deep within his throat, almost like he was asking for more. His free hand he moved to my hip and he started to full me forward more into the back seat. Suddenly, James grabbed the back of my jeans and yanked my back into my seat, breaking my kiss with Kirk. He was scowling at Lars.

"Stop staring at her like she's a part of a fucking porno Lars" he snarled at Lars.

Lars looked at me and shrugged. "Sorry. But if that kiss was half as hot as it looked, then I'd say you and Hammett have some real chemistry".

Kirk and I looked at each other and I giggled. I shot a quick glance and James, who was glaring at the road with such intensity I was sure he was going to shatter the wind shield with his angry brain waves and then at Jason who had passed out. Lucky for me! Hopefully he hasn't seen my little exchange with Kirk because I'm sure if he had I would be getting an earful later.

After Lars' dare to me the game ended and we drove the rest of the way back to San Francisco in silence. James dropped Jason and I off at our apartment but he had to help me carry Jason up the stairs because he was still passed out. We deposited him in his bed and I was showing James to the door when he turned to me and said,

"I hope hanging out with us all day wasn't too bad for you".

"Actually, I had a good time." I replied and smiled at him.

He looked like he was about to say something, but then changed his mind and instead said, "Well goodnight Katerina. I'll see you around"and then he left.
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that was so funny!! more please
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Lol That was hilarious :lol:
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Finland is a great country to be in love with ;) But maybe I'm biased. Haha, though I love the US equally as much. :biggrin

Anyway, great update, and quite hilarious. I'd love it if James came back to the apartment and they'd talk right then and there. But perhaps he won't.

Looking forward to a new chapter!
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I really love this story. :heart:

That was a great chapter and that dare game was hilarious. :lol:
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:lol: :lol: lool That was sooo funny! My poor Lars!! Hahaha! And how sweet was James being jealous of Kate and Kirk making out? lol This was adorable! :biggrin :horns2
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So funny :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Love the making out with Kirk idea :drool

Moar :biggrin
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@ everyone! Thanks for commenting ladies. I honestly had wasn't sure when i started writing if it would be any good. But, the comments you ladies leave are so encouraging. I'm going to try and post an update tonight, but it will probably be the last one before Christmas (maybe!) because all the family starts arriving tomorrow for the festivities and how anti-social would I be if I stayed closeted away in my room writing Metallica fan fic! lol! :)
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