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| Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,472 Views) | |
| cmania | January 5, 2012, 2:18 pm Post #76 |
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Frantic
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MORE jasyy please lol IDK
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| Nah Bruno | January 5, 2012, 11:14 pm Post #77 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I love that she still isn't sure of which one to choose. She's living the dream of lots of girls
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 6, 2012, 6:47 am Post #78 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Too much goodness for one woman, share!!! Waits for moar!! |
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| Lilith | January 6, 2012, 7:00 pm Post #79 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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I insist she's too lucky! lol ![]() I've always loved Jason, but in this race, he is losing fast against James, in my scale. lol It's not fair play to talk shit about James with Kat. Yet... he is just another male, and they tend 'notice' how they feel about someone, just when they are about to lose them. |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 6, 2012, 10:16 pm Post #80 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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I can't decide who I want her to choose. UGH lol Kee the story rollin'! I love it!
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| Voxx | January 7, 2012, 12:53 pm Post #81 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Hello Ladies. I want to apologize for the pretty uneventful previous chapter! I was looking to get them back to San Francisco lol and I was stuck trying to write. Now, they're back, but I also had trouble writing this chapter too. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it is getting me closer to where I want to be. I'm glad that some of you can't decide who would be better for her. I feel this all the time while I'm writing! I just wish they could all be together in one big happy relationship lol! Anyways, here is the next chapter. The one after this will be more eventful, I promise ![]() Chapter 15 I returned to work the next day. I didn't want to sit at home idle. Jason had told me that Metallica planned on taking a short break and then they would record an EP of cover songs before getting work on a new full length album. The idea was to use the EP as an introduction for Jason to the world of recording. So while I went to work all day, I had no idea what Jason did. I didn't know if he stayed home or if he went out or if he met up with the guys from Metallica. No idea. When I asked him how his day went all he would offer me was a short "good" and we left it at that. I didn't want to pry too much and end up pissing him off when I already felt like we were walking on eggshells around each other. He also stopped sleeping in my room now at night. I wasn't sure if it was because he was still mad at me or if it was because he thought that James and I were actually together. We weren't. I had told him that, but maybe he didn't believe me. Or maybe he really was mad at me. I wasn't entirely sure. Regardless, I found that I missed him at night. I missed his body next to mine, the way he held me, his warmth and the way he smelled. I found that I had trouble sleeping knowing that he was on the other side of the wall and I wasn't with him. I had grown accustomed to having him there at night, like a favourite teddy bear. I wanted to ask him to come back, but I didn't. I was certain he would say no, given everything that had happened and I didn't exactly blame him. I also didn't think I could face the embarrassment of rejection. As for James, I hadn't seen nor heard from him since we had left San Francisco Airport. We had gone our separate ways and that was that. It was only when I got home that I realized I didn't have his number and I didn't know where he even lived. And there was no way in hell I was going to ask Jason for either. I was certain that would start another fight. If James wanted to get in contact with me, he knew where I lived, and, I was sure he had our number in case he needed to call Jason. I was quite happy to let him make the next move. I worked the few shorts days until New Year's Eve and then I had another two days off. I wasn't exactly stoked because I had no idea what I was going to do with myself during these two days. Jason had mentioned that Lars was throwing a New Year's party and he asked me to go. I had thought about it, but ultimately decided that I didn't think I could take watching both Jason and James flirt and pick up girls. While James had said that he had feelings for me, we weren't together and we hadn't even come close to talking about that. He had no reason not to bring a date or pick up girls. While I'm not a jealous person in general, I knew that I didn't want to watch that. The same went for Jason. And then let's not forget that Lars would probably have excessive amounts of alcohol and probably strippers or something of the like. Not exactly my scene. So, I resolved to stay home with my kitten, who had been with Dahlia while I was in Montreal, order some takeout and curl up on the couch with a good movie. I figured this would be the safest and sanest thing to do. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? You never know, you might actually enjoy yourself" Jason asked me one final time as he stood at the door to our apartment, putting on his leather coat. "I'm sure Jase. I think I'm all partied out from Christmas" I replied as I opened my takeout container onto a plate. Mmm, Thai food! One of my absolute favourites. Jason walked back into the kitchen. I looked back over my shoulder at him while I grabbed a knife and fork out of the cutlery drawer. I could see him eyeing my plate of Thai food and I knew he was jealous because he loved Thai food almost as much as I did. I almost suggested that he just stay in and enjoy my takeout and movie with me. But then, I thought the better of it. One, it was important that he go to this party because Lars was throwing it and two, I was sure he would say no. That it wasn't a good idea. He had been saying that a lot lately; whatever that was supposed to mean. He walked right up to me and seemed to be trying to catch my eye. "What?" I asked him as I tried to balance my plate, cutlery, blanket and kitten while at the same time I gripped my glass of water with my teeth to carry it over to the living room. What can I say? I'm lazy. I only wanted to make one trip. "Give me that" Jason said impatiently as he took the glass from my teeth and kitten from one of my hands. He followed me in the living room and set Figuro down on the couch and glass on the table. "I just feel bad leaving you alone for New Year's. You should come. Lars specifically asked me to ask you; something about how everyone has spent time with you but him". "Well then tell him to come by and visit me. But you know I don't know why he cares. I'm not in Metallica. You are." I rolled my eyes. I sat down on the couch, pulled the blanket over me and set my cat on my lap. I reached for my food but couldn't reach it without disturbing Figuro. Jason sighed and grabbed the plate of food off of the table and handed it to me, along with my cutlery. Sometimes we were like an old married couple. "Thanks" I said to him cheerfully. "And honestly, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Go. Have fun. Be safe". Jason sighed one last time, gave me a look that I could not decipher, and flicked his hair out from under his coat. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow probably". He leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head and then was gone. I sat there, blinking, not entirely sure that what had just happened, happened. The entire week, Jason and I had been tip-toeing around each other, each of us trying not to disturb the other or invade too much into their business. It felt nice to revert back to our old behaviour. That small, innocent kiss he just gave me made my heart leap for joy. I didn't even end up making it to midnight. I finished my dinner and was flicking through the channels, trying to find something to watch because I was too lazy to actually get up put a movie in. There was nothing on so I decided to take a short nap and try again later. Only I ended up sleeping longer then I thought I would. I was woken up by a loud knock on the door. At first I thought I had dreamt the knock. I looked at the clock, it was 11:49. What the hell I thought to myself. It was too early to be Jason knocking because he locked himself out. Who the hell could it be? Whoever it was, they were obviously getting impatient. They knocked again, even louder this time. I got up from the couch. "Fucking hell. I'm coming, I'm coming" I mumbled to myself as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I unlocked the front door and opened it a couple inches in case it was a crazy person, then I could slam it closed quickly. I was surprised to find James at my door. We hadn't seen each other since we had gotten back from Montreal. "Um, hi" I said to him, surprised, unsure and kind of suspicious. "Hi" he said back, soundly equally as unsure as I did. "Can I come in?" he asked while pointing behind me. I opened the door further and stepped back so he could come in. I closed the door behind him after he had walked in. "Aren't you supposed to be at a party right about now?" I asked him as I yawned and shuffled back to the couch, my blanket wrapped firmly around myself. I sat down and stretched out the kinks in my muscles from lying curled up on the couch. "Aren't you?" he countered with a raised eyebrow as he sat down next to me. "You were invited from what I heard. Lars was a little pissed when Jason showed up alone". "He'll get over it" I mumbled too softly for James to hear me. "What?" he asked me. "Nothing. So what are you doing here?" I asked him. "I was kind of hoping to see you tonight" he answered sheepishly. "Uh huh" I replied both not entirely convinced but still slightly happy. James sat down next to me on the couch and we awkwardly sat in silence, looking at each other. The quiet ease of our friendship in Montreal seemed to have dissipated over the few days we hadn't seen each other. It was almost like we had been living in a bubble world in Montreal, where nothing or no one could interfere. Here, in San Francisco, reality struck home and we realized that we had two separate lives. He was a rock star and I worked in a marketing firm. We were worlds apart and the only thing that linked us was Jason. He hesitantly reached across the couch and took my hand. I let him take it and he gave it a squeeze. "I missed you" he offered. I nodded my head and let him hold my hand. My heart was pounding. He looked good. He was dressed in the usual ripped jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked as sexy as ever. In the few days that I hadn't seen him, he hadn’t shaved, so he had a faint shadow of stubble forming. I had to admit that I'm a sucker for facial hair. It makes a man seem more masculine. "How have you been?" he asked after a bit. "Good. Busy, actually. I went back to work right away. What about you?" "Um, good too. Just taking a break, you know before we record the EP. I'm sure Jason told you about it" he replied. God this was so awkward. Why was this so awkward? I nodded, "Yeah he did. I hope it turns out well". Another awkward silence. "Did you want something to eat or drink" I finally asked, remembering my manners. "No, I'm okay thanks. I had a few drinks at the party"he replied. I nodded again. God, I was like a damn bobble head tonight. I looked at the clock. 11:58. "Well, it's going to be 1987 is two minutes. Do you have a New Year's resolution?" I asked James trying to start a conversation. "Um, not really a resolution. More like a wish. Does that count?" he asked playfully. "Yeah sure. I don't see why it wouldn't" I replied with a smile. "Are you going to tell me?" "You can't tell someone your wishes. Otherwise they don't come true" he told me seriously. I laughed. "Says who?". James smiled, more to himself than at me. "Cliff told me". I didn't know what to say to that. I really didn't know anything about Cliff and I didn't feel commenting about him, so I nodded again. Bobble head dammit. James looked at the clock this time. "Happy New Year" he said to me softly. I looked at the clock too and smiled. "Happy New Year to you James" I said back. He smiled at me and then leaned forward so we were inches apart. He stopped short of my lips. I knew he wanted me to close that small gap between us. I wanted to do it. I really did. But something was stopping me. "James..." I said softly to him. "Mhm?" he mumbled against my lips as he leaned that extra inch closer. I could smell the booze on his breath and I could smell that smell that was so much him; so male and intoxicating. But there was something else, underneath it all, the faint smell of something floral. Perfume I thought to myself as he ever so slightly pressed his lips to mine. My mind identified the perfume on him, but my heart was telling me to forget about it. He wasn’t mine. He could do what he wanted and he came here to be with you, to kiss you at midnight. I ignored what was going on in my head and I followed my heart. I reached and cupped his face in mine as we chastely kissed. I ran my fingers through his hair, the way I had done and loved in Montreal. He took this to mean that I wanted more and he crawled closer, our mouths never breaking contact, until he was lying on top of me. He supported his weight above me, so it was only our lips touching. He opened his lips, asking for more and my stomach started to swirl with butterflies. I wanted to give him more, I really did. But again, there was something there, something holding me back. "James..." I said again, not really knowing exactly what it was I wanted to say to him. "What is it baby?" he whispered again my lips. My heart jumped at him calling me baby. He settled his body down against mine and I could feel him hard against the inside of my thigh even after so little kissing. The butterflies quickened, along with my heartbeat and breathing. Nerves. His tongue darted out quickly to lick my lips and he gently captured my bottom lip in his, sucking on it a little before he kissed his way down to my neck. His lips found the hickey that was almost all but gone. I felt his teeth against my neck again and I started to sit up in fear that he might leave another mark. Almost as if he read my mind, his teeth only grazed my neck before his lips replaced them. His hands started to wander up my shirt. They stopped just short of my breasts. I ached him for him to touch me. My body was crying out for it. My heart was calling for him. But my head was clear and it was telling me to slow down; to stop. James shifted his body above mine so that his groin was pressed firmly and hotly against mine. He ground his hips fiercely against mine while his lips continued to gently serenade my neck. I could feel him starting to lose control over his body and I knew I needed to stop this before it progressed to a point where there was no turning back. "James," I said for the third time that night, "Wait...wait". I said it almost frantically as I placed my hands on his chest. He looked up at me breathless, "What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" he asked concerned. "No. No, you're not hurting me. I just think we need to slow down" answered him with my heart in my throat. I could barely speak without my voice shaking. Nerves, I told myself again. I really had no idea why I wanted to slow down with him, when yet in Montreal; I would have been willing to continue kissing him all night long. James looked down at me with his mouth open, almost as if he couldn't believe I had just asked him to stop. "Okay. If that's what you want" he said sounding unsure. He started to get up off of me, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. "Can we just lay here? Sleep maybe?" I asked him shyly. When he had started to get up, I became fearful that he might leave all together and I knew for sure that I didn't want that. In my head I told myself to get my shit sorted out. I remembered my dad's words. Don't play with them. I felt like I was playing with James now. But things felt and were different now that we were back in San Francisco. I just didn't know exactly how they were different. Maybe they were only different for me and not him. James smiled at me. "Yeah, we can sleep". We started to shift on the couch and we ended up with James laying on his back and me resting half on the inside of the couch and half on his chest. We pulled my blanket up around us to keep warm. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. It was still racing from arousal and I listened as it gradually slowed to a normal pace. It was comforting listening to his heart beat. It calmed my nerves and helped me relax in his arms. James manoeuvred one of his hands to rest of my hip. He lightly ran his fingers over the skin there. It felt nice and he gradually increased the amount of skin he touched until he was tracing lines over my lower back. That too relaxed me and soon I drifted off to sleep. It was dark when I woke up. There was someone moving around in the apartment. I heard the front door close noisily. Not quite a slam, but loud nonetheless. I immediately tensed up because Jason, no matter how drunk he was, never slammed the door noisily. He was always very conscientious about it. I felt James awake underneath me and he gripped me tightly as he felt me tense against him. "Shh! I told you not to slam the fucking door. Didn't I say that to you? I know I did" I heard a voice say. Jason I thought as I recognized it. Though Jason never slammed the door, he was the world's worst drunk whisperer. He just couldn't be quiet. While he talked softly, it was not a whisper. I looked over my shoulder to see who he was with. It was too dark to see anything clearly. All I could see were the two outlines of people. "I didn't! And who cares it's just us" a female voice slurred back at him, obviously drunk. I heard them stumbled and start giggling before there was a loud bang. It sounded like one of the kitchen chairs being knocked over. "Fuck!" Jason mumbled and I heard a scraping as he obviously righted the chair. "Did you want to go say hi?" James murmured to me softly. I shook my head against his chest. I didn't want to talk to Jason while he was so obviously drunk and wouldn't remember in the morning James and I lay on the couch in silence listening as Jason and the girl slowly and sloppily made their way to his bedroom. I could hear them exchanging kisses, softly moaning to each other. My stomach churned. I'm not jealous I told myself. But, I felt like puking. My mind kept flashing images of Jason and this girl. Jason naked with this girl. Jason kissing this girl. Jason fucking this girl. I buried my face against James’ chest, trying to stop the mental flashes and block out the noise of them clumsily kissing and fumbling. I heard what sounded like pants dropping to the floor, more giggling and then at long last the sound of his door closing. I let loose the breath I didn't even know I'd been holding in and relaxed slightly against James. I still felt that churning pit of what I hoped was not jealousy in my stomach. But not being able to hear helped. "You okay?" James asked me. He had obviously been able to feel the tension in my body and burying my face into his chest probably didn't send the best message to him. "I'm fine" I answered him. "Let's go to my room. We'll be more comfortable there". James didn't protest as I got up from the couch. He slowly unfolded his curled body and rose, stretching and yawning. I allowed my eyes to wander over his slim torso before taking his hand in mine and leading him to my door. I closed the door behind us. I was already wearing comfy pants and a tank top so I climbed into my bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. James stood at the end of my bed and looked at me sheepishly. "Do you mind?" he indicated his jeans, asking for my permission to take them off. "Yeah, it's fine" I said while trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn. I turned my head and lay on my side while James took his jeans off. I heard them softly drop to the floor and then I felt James pull back the covers before slipping into bed beside me. He curled up close behind me and put his arm over my waist, pulling me even closer to him. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and wrapped his leg over mine so that our bodies were entwined. I listened to his steady breathing and before long he was softly snoring next to me. I was thankful that he was willing to just sleep tonight and that he wasn't expecting something more when I suggested we move to my bedroom. I laid there in James' arms, happy, safe and warm. But all I could think about was the girl that Jason had with him in his room. Every so often I could hear a faint, muffled groan from the other side of the wall separating our bedrooms. I clenched my teeth, trying to calm the pit of what I need to admit to myself that was jealousy in my stomach. I had no right to be jealous. Jason had every right to do what he wanted. Who was I to judge? I had his friend and band mate curled up next to me. I tried to breathe deeply to calm my racing heart and mind. But all I could focus on was whether or not Jason was being as tender with her as he had been with me. Did he whisper things in her ear? Did he kiss her softly and stroke her hair? Did he look at her adoringly? Did he tell her he loved her? I barely slept at all. But when I woke up it was almost 11. James was still plastered against me and I smiled as he continued to softly snore away. I tried to manoeuvre my way out his arms without waking him but I found that my body was stiff from lying in one position all night long. My body ached and protested as I carefully slipped under James' outstretched arm. I disentangled my legs from him and slow rose from the bed. He didn't stir, he continued to sleep peacefully. I looked down at him and I smiled once more. He looked so defenceless and beautiful as he lay there. James as he really was. Not the James from Metallica. He looked sweet and innocent, barely a man. I wanted to reach out and stroke his face, but I held my hand steady, afraid I might wake up. I put on my favourite fluffy bunny slippers and as quietly as I could, opened my door to shuffle out into the kitchen. As I came out of my room, Jason was just slipping out of his. I closed my door as he closed his and then he saw me. We locked eyes, and then he gave me a faint smile as we both walked into the kitchen. He was only wearing drawstring sweatpants that hung loosely and dangerously low on his hips. I wanted to rake my eyes over his shirtless body, but I resisted the temptation. As I shuffled along in my bunny slippers I could hear him padding quietly behind me in his bare feet. He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down, placing his head on the table. I knew from that gesture he was hung over. I put the coffee on, enough for three, and poured him a glass of water while retrieving the Tylenol from the kitchen cupboard. I set the water and pills down in front of him while I grabbed mugs, spoons, milk and sugar. I also decided to make bagels. I got the toaster out, plates, butter, cream cheese and the bagels. I didn't say anything to Jason because I knew his head was pounding and he wasn't much of a talker while hung over. I tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing that the clanking of plates and cutlery was the last thing he wanted to hear. "How was your night?" he eventually asked me as I busied myself with the coffee and bagels. I glanced back over my shoulder at him to see him downing the pills and water. "It was good. Quiet. I almost didn't make it until midnight" I admitted as I buttered one half of a bagel and put cream cheese on the other half for Jason. Just the way he liked his bagels, "I was pretty tired. Work has been busy. How was your night?" I asked as steadily as I could while I set down the bagel in front of him. I had no idea why I neglected to mention that James had stopped by and was in fact still here. Stupid, I told myself. "It was good" he said nonchalantly as he chewed on his bagel. I nodded, deciding not to say anything about the girl. I assumed that since he was out here alone, he had kicked her out earlier. Just then James walked out of my bedroom. Jason turned his head to look and then turned back to me, his mouth set in a thin line, eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders at him. Yeah I'm screwed I thought to myself. Now it looks like I was lying. James walked into the kitchen and patted Jason on the back. "So, sounded like you had a good night" he said to him within a knowing smile. Jason grinned down at his bagel and then snorted, trying to suppress his laughter. "Uh, yeah it was alright" he answered. I turned my back on them to pour the coffee. I heard James ask him if was just alright or was it good. I rolled my eyes and put milk and two sugars in Jason's coffee. In my own I put milk and one and a half sugars. James took his black with two sugars. I set their mugs down on the table and they took them gratefully. "She was kind of uglier in daylight" Jason admitted and James hooted with laughter, clapping his hands. Jason flushed with embarrassment and buried his face in his mug of coffee. I grabbed my own mug of coffee and joined them at the table. "So was she any good at least?" James asked again, completely interested now in what Jason had to say. "Wait which one did you take home? The blond that you were chatting up, or the brunette that was making moon eyes at you all night?" "The blonde, she had nice tits. She was okay. Gave decent head, that was about all she was good at" Jason replied seriously as if he was giving the update on a sports score. James nodded, understandingly. I tried to keep the shock and disgust off of my face. I was grateful that Jason hadn't told anyone our encounter. I would not appreciate being picked apart by two horny-ass guys. James and Jason were laughing with each other as Jason continued to recount his sexual escapade last night when the door to Jason's bedroom opened and we all looked over at it. James and Jason got silent, but James couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. Jason continued to drink his coffee, I looked at the girl that Jason had brought home and I was not impressed. Okay, so she had nice tits. They were large and her shirt was unbuttoned so they were on display. She had no bra on. She probably lost it somewhere in Jason's room and couldn't find it. She had on ill-fitting jeans and was carrying her heels loosely in her hand. I say heels, but really, they were hooker boots. Her blond hair was bleached, not natural. And it was a poor dye job as her hair looked dry and her dark roots were showing. Her makeup looked trashy, even if it hadn't been smeared all over her face. Her lips were red and swollen from kissing all night and her eyes were hazy from the previous night's drinking. All in all, she looked like a cheap ass hooker. Lovely, I thought. She stumbled over to the kitchen table and murmured something on the way over. I didn't think any of us caught what she said. She leaned over Jason's back and tried to kiss his cheek. He stood up abruptly and shook her off. He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the door. "Thanks for last night" he said with no emotion. He opened the door and swept his hand forward, an indication that she should leave. She mumbled something incoherent once more and Jason all but pushed her through the door before closing it firmly. He walked back to the table and sat down like nothing had just happened. James was still grinning stupidly into his mug before he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. I got up from the table back to the counter clean up a bit, completely disgusted by the girl that Jason had brought home. Usually, based on the girls I had seen him kick out previously, the girls were at least decent. As I cleaned I mumbled, "Looks like you found her on the corner" more to myself than to anyone in particular. Unfortunately Jason heard me. "What? You jealous?" he asked me with a smirk plastered across his face. He leaned back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he smugly regarded me. I allowed myself to admire his toned body for all of a split second and then I realized he was an expecting an answer. My heart to race uncontrollably. I felt my palms get sweaty as I thought that he could see the jealousy that I was still feeling coiled up in my stomach. James was looking at me intently, also waiting for me to answer. I was surprised by how steady and not caring my voice sounded when I answered. "Please. Not even a sewer rat would be jealous of what just walked out of here" I said as walked past the kitchen table to retrieve my dishes from the night before. I was relieved to have a few seconds to calm my breathing and settle my shaky palms. I wiped the sweat on my pants and steadied them against my thighs before grabbing the dishes. I walked back into the kitchen and they were both still watching me intently. "What?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "Are you sure?" James asked me. He wasn't just watching me, he was staring at me like he knew something I didn't. "Of course I'm sure. But as Jason's friend, I'm just..." I paused searching for the right word as I washed the dishes, "disappointed because he can do a lot better than that". I shrugged before turning to look back at them. They were both still staring at me. James had his eyebrows raised and Jason's face was unreadable. "What now?" I asked. "Nothing" they said in union before looking at each other with a knowing look. I rolled my eyes. Stupid guy code. "Okay well, whatever. I'm going to take a shower and then I’m going out with Dalia for lunch" I said as I placed the dishes I had just washed in the drying rack. "Jason, you'll clean up the rest?" I asked as I started to walk towards the bathroom. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye while at the same time James rose from his chair. He quickly darted around to the other side of the table that I had just walked by and slipped his arms around my waist. "Can I see you later?" he asked me. I looked up into his blue eyes and nearly sighed in his arms. They get me every time. It would never get old. The begged me to say yes. From my peripheral vision I could see that Jason had turned in his chair to watch our exchange. I opened my mouth and then closed it. I wanted to say yes. But I needed to talk this out with Dahlia before I made any firm commitments with James. "Today isn't a good day. I don"t know how long I'll be with Dahlia. We have plans to have a full girl's day" I told him. His eyes seemed to fade as disappointment crept into his face. He moved his hands from my waist to cup my face. He forced me to look at him. "Okay. What about tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow I go back to work" and his face fell even more. My heart broke just a little for him. I really wanted to see him and spend time with him away from our cocoon that was Montreal. I wanted to know James as he was here in San Francisco, in his element, around his friends. I wanted to know if he would still be the same sweet James he had been in Montreal. "How about the weekend?" I suggested. He smiled down at me, the light returning to his brilliant blues eyes. I smiled, seeing that he was happy. "I'll come by Saturday" he answered. I nodded and tried to move away from him. He didn't let go of my face. Instead, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. He smiled once more before letting me go and walking back to Jason. He clapped him on the back as they said their goodbyes. I chose that moment to make my escape to the bathroom to get away from Jason. Every time he knew something happened with James, he wanted to fight about it. I did not feel like fighting today. Today, I felt like getting advice from a girl, not Jason. I closed the bathroom door and softly sighed in relief to be away from the two of them. Being around the both of them made me nervous. I have no idea what either of them is going to say to each other. The less they talked about me to each other, the better I would feel. I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the warm spray of water. I was glad that I would be seeing Dahlia today because I was in dire need of sorting my shit out. |
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | January 7, 2012, 5:21 pm Post #82 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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ok i think she is jealous But she is confused .... let see how this goes XD MOAR PLZZ |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 7, 2012, 6:46 pm Post #83 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Oh dear, I really want James to win her Saturday please
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| cmania | January 8, 2012, 6:27 am Post #84 |
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Frantic
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xD jase james JJ ^^ more |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 8, 2012, 6:34 am Post #85 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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Ok I finally chose. I think Jason is the better choice for her. James is sweet and gentle with her, but he's not ALWAYS like that. I'm pretty sure James would hurt if she stayed with him. |
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| Lilith | January 8, 2012, 3:39 pm Post #86 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Ok! She rejected James, who came to spend New Years day with her, when he could have been with ANYONE else, just to hear Jason make out with someone else? What kind of a deal is thaaaaat? What's there to chose?
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| ElisabethOrion | January 8, 2012, 4:57 pm Post #87 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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But Jason seems more, IN LOVE than James does. I believe James is in lust. Maybe Jason fucked that other girl to clear his mind of her? IDK. I'm so indecisive sometimes.
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| tuesday's gone | January 8, 2012, 5:17 pm Post #88 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Seems like she didn't take her father's advice, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she did. If she really has feelings for Jason, then she should have pressed him until he confessed his own feelings for her (which are more than obvious, but he's young and he's a man...). She has no right or reason (which she acknowledged) to be jealous of Jason bringing in a one night stand, while she has James spooning her in her bed. She basically did the same thing as Jason, regardless of the fact that she didn't sleep with James. She still had him in her bed, breathing into her neck, just like Jason "her teddy bear" (not really how you think of a man you have passionate feelings for) did before. I wish she would just make up her mind *sigh* but then I guess there would be no excitement and drama and doubts and fights and tension that I love. So, waiting for an update
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| Voxx | January 8, 2012, 6:29 pm Post #89 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Hello once again ladies I never would have thought that people would be debating over who is right for Kat, but it's nice to see the differing opinions. I agree with what a lot of everyone has said. Even though I'm writing the story, I don't always necessarily agree with that the characters do. In many ways, because Kat only had one serious boyfriend from age 16 to basically 23, she's kind of immature when it comes to feelings and relationships. But I promise, she will figure it all out eventually. It's just going to take time. Plus, no one wants to admit they have feelings for their best friend! What she really needs is advice, guidance and space, which she will be getting. But the purpose of this little update was that I just wanted to let the people know that are reading, I'm not sure when I will be able to update. I've got about three quarters of the next chapter written, but I'm having issues with my current living situation. Due to an administrative error by the management company that owns my apartment building, only half of the last two month's rent was received by them (even though its a direct withdrawal from mine and my roommate's bank accounts) and they have called us before the Tenet's board to having a hearing over whether or not they can evict us, despite the fact that when we became aware only two days ago, my roommate paid the rent that was owed right away. So...I've been spending a lot of time gathering the necessary documents and what not and haven't had time to even think about the story! If things go well and I get everything I need, I may be able to update later tonight as a way to relax! Hopefully, this is the case. If not, I hope to update soon after the hearing. Just wanted to keep you posted ![]() Edited by Voxx, January 8, 2012, 6:30 pm.
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 8, 2012, 6:40 pm Post #90 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Thanks I hope everything will be okay, well what more can I say? I'm waiting for the update
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