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A Taste of Eternity; Het, Baby James meets Stephanie...
Topic Started: December 19, 2011, 4:35 pm (18,962 Views)
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My name is Stephanie Flannigan. I am originally from Ireland, Dublin. I was born in July 1965. When I was thirteen, in 1978, my parents moved to California due to my father’s work. I was used to move in to different places. My father was a director of a multi national company and we spent our lives moving from one country to another, Hopefully this time was for good. And it was, we stood in United States for good, only I didn’t know that back then, I only found that as time went by.

It was summer, so I had a lot of time to adapt before I began school. Downey was a quiet place, not much happening there but it close to the beach and still it was LA, the land of dreams they said, and it sure is. If anything in your life might happen, that is the place to make it happen. A lot of people traveled there to make their dreams come true, some would make it others would get lost in the way. LA was good both for good and bad, some people ended up in a real bad situation. I almost did to, but I had nice hands to guide me. Someone that cared enough to between what was wrong show me what was right. I can see that now even though I gave him a tough time until I bent my back.

I met him there, in Downey, he lived right next door to me, in a little green house. Well not so little but it was little compared to ours. I saw him first day we arrived. He was sat on his garden holding a guitar in his hands. Picking something I couldn’t figure out what it was. I watched him from the window of a still empty room that became my own bedroom once I settled in. I chose that one because it was from where I could see him. I could tell he was older but didn’t know how much older he was. He wore t shirt of bands I’ve never heard of before but I was curious to know them.

He had some weird hair do, probably he was trying to get it to grow, it was almost reaching his shoulders, but not yet. He was blonde and his hair was wavy. I was fascinated by that lonely soul that spent hours picking his guitar. I could tell he was lonely because day after day he would sit there alone, just him and his guitar. He dressed funny, for what I thought it was normal. Tight jeans and sometimes they were ripped on his knees and his trainers looked even older than his jeans.

Every day I would stare at him from my window, I was curious to meet him, curious to know his personality for what I thought it must have been a weird one. He was shy, I found out that because when I went to the market with my mother and she’d greeted him he would answer without taking his eyes off the grass of his lawn or off his guitar, depending on what he was doing. My mother became friends with his mother but I was also too shy to start a conversation with him.

I thought he was too different and we wouldn’t have much to talk. Sometimes I’d just ride my bike up and down the street, passing right in front of him countless times, but he never noticed me. I guess he didn’t notice anyone. I was missing having friends and the more I would watch him the more I was curious about the music and the bands he’d listen, so one day I found myself at the record store spending my allowance money in some tapes, yes there were tapes back then, of the bands he’d listen. I came home and had the most horrible deception. Such noise. I couldn’t understand. Apart from Aerosmith, that one I could stand.

More and more committed to the idea that I had to find a way to get through to him, one day when my mother went to visit his mother I decided to go with her. We had been living there for three weeks. I knew he was in the lawn playing, so when my mother knocked on the door I went up to him and sat in the grass right in from of him.

He took his eyes off the guitar and looked at me. That’s when I noticed he had these amazing blue eyes, something I could never notice from the distance I had been watching him. He looked at me for a second and then looked back at his guitar. He was bad at it, the sound came out really distorted, not that I was an expert in guitar playing or anything, far from that, but that didn’t sound good, but he kept trying as if he was fighting for his life. I liked that determination.

“Have you been playing for long?” I asked him trying to make him talk to me or even notice me. His concentration on the guitar was such that for a moment I thought he had totally forget I was there. He looked at me but he didn’t answer. I was let down. After trying one more time to pull out a riff, yes I know it’s called a riff now, he lifted his eyes at me again.

“Do you like guitars?” He asked. His voice was low, like he was afraid to talk even and he didn’t look in my eyes. He looked at the grass when he asked me, and played the guitar at the same time. I found out he was not comfortable talking to people too, and I was just a thirteen year old kid.

“Yes, I do like guitars.” I lied. Well it wasn’t the sound of the guitars it was the sound of the bands I had been listening.

“What bands do you listen to?” He asked still picking the chords. It was beginning to annoy me the despise he was at the same time giving me.

“Aerosmith, Black Sabbath.” He looked straight into my eyes for the first time. There I nailed him. Nice move Steph!.

“Really?” He asked a bit more relaxed. “You have a funny accent.” He chuckled, but me being a kid and foreigner in a distant country, I got angry.

“I am from Ireland. We talk like this in there.” I said pulling my black hair back.

“Don’t get all hiss, I was just commenting.” He said.

“You sounded like you making fun of me.” I added.

“Well I was not. How old are you kid?” Kid?? Now he was really getting on my nerves, I bet he’s not that older and he was calling me a kid.

“I am already thirteen.” I answered emphasizing the “already” as if being thirteen would give me some respect. I felt like a grown up woman, that I was for sure and I hated when people called me kid. I even forbidden my parents from doing it. “How old are you?” I asked.

“Fifteen.” There!! I knew he was not that much older. He’s almost my age. ”What’s your name?

“Stephanie.”

“Fancy name.” He said and then he went back to his guitar. ANNOYING!!!

“Do you mind telling me yours?” I asked him.

“James.” He said not paying attention to me at all. I got up from there after five minutes as he totally decided to ignore me.

It wasn’t until school had began that we became friends. Until then the summer was just a “hello” and “goodbye” thing. I found out through my mother that his parents were divorced, that might explain why he is so reserved and so quiet, but later at school I also found out that he used to be bullied at school because of it. Also the religion kept him distant from his school mates, you know how kids can be cruel and he suffered back then. I got the real picture why he didn’t have any friends and was always alone. I had been in school for just a month and I had more friends than he did. But somehow I liked him and I didn’t want to give up. I tried and I tried and I ended up building a friendship with him. It lasted long, so long, well it still lasts in a different manner but it does.

James and I became close, confidents and spent most of our time together. He got me into the heavy metal thing, it was catchy, still hearing him play the guitar was painful, isn’t that a funny thing to say now? Isn’t life ironic? We were so attached that he even visited me in my house. My parents liked him, deep inside and apart from that wild look he was a nice kid.

“Do you want to stay for dinner Jim?” My mother asked him. I giggled at him as I saw him rolling his eyes in disgust, he hated when my mother called him Jim.

“If you don’t mind Mrs. Flannigan.” He said.

“We can listen to that Venom tape afterwards Jamie.!” I told him while we ran down the stairs. Funny thing he never bothered I called him Jamie even though I tried not to do it when we were around other people.

“That would be awesome.” He said. “Then you can listen to a new thing I’ve learned on the guitar.” He told me. On his back I shrugged and quivered. The guitar again, and he was so bad at it, but I didn’t have the courage to tell him and he kept telling he was going to be a huge rockstar one day I didn’t want to kill his dream by saying “Jamie, you suck”. I couldn’t do that and I am glad I never did, he would make me swallow each of the letters of these words today.
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Helvi
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Hahah I like the start! You nicely got into characters. I'm waiting for more :)
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Great start! :)
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Aw, the start is so sweet. I can really picture that baby-baby 15 year old James. :heart: :heart: :heart:
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I searched for this story in the forum like for an hour a couple of days ago only to recognize that it's gone, and now you're reposting it. Thank you so much, it's one of my all-time favourites!!! :dance
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I'm definitely intrigued. I want to know what happens next. :)
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I already love this story, I can not wait for the next update!!! :heart: :horns2
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Thank you all for the comments:)) Here is the second update.

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I began to lose my friends at school as none of them approved my friendship with James, but no one tells me what I can or can’t do. Not giving a fuck about those people I left them and I kept faithful to the most honest and deepest feeling I’ve ever had in my life. I stood up for him countless times and if people were not pleased by my friendship with him then they could leave. If they were not his friends, then they would not be my friends either. At school was pretty much him, me, his sister that was my age and a couple of courageous people that decided to give the Hetfield’s a chance.

Deedee was from my class but she was as troubled a kid as James was, she was as bullied as he was, especially when she also had to abandon health classes because of her religion. Something I never understood quite well, but their mother believed people would heal naturally without medical care. I wanted to be a doctor, so to me this was a big bullshit, we all need medical care, God is not gonna heal us. But I never said a word about this, it was not my business. I knew James was pretty much against it too, but he had to follow his mother’s lead, sometimes I just wanted to tell her how much her kids suffered in school because of that but I kept my mouth shut and she was beginning to fall ill.

She was a nice lady. She liked me a lot and just like my mother used to invite James to do things with us, when she was still alright to go out or to do things with them she’d invited me too. It was very sad to see her die little by little, but I’ll get there, just not yet.

Everybody thought James and I had some sort of other relationship than friendship, but we always made ourselves very clear that we were just friends. Even my mother made me that weird question one day when I was having a glass of water in the kitchen.

“Steph, can I ask you something dear?” She said while she was preparing dinner on the counter.

“Sure mom.” I said taking sips of my glass of water.

“You are already thirteen, I know at that age you might be looking at boys…” I rolled my eyes at my mother, not the boys conversation again. “You and Jim… are the two of you really just friends honey, I mean you can talk to me.”

“Yes mother, we are just friends. I like a boy in school and he even knows who he is. Relax mom, Jamie and I are just friends.” I placed my glass in the sink and kissed her cheek and burst out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” She shouted.

“To the beach with Jamie, don’t worry I’ll be home in time for dinner.” I saw my mother peeking from the kitchen’s window when James and I left riding our bikes. I loved to be with him and no one would take that away from me, unless it would be him doing it. That would be different. He never did.

We rode our bikes fast down the streets until we finally got to the beach, it was a 10 minutes ride, different when he would have to make our way up. That was hell, and we always ended up carrying the bikes in our hands and walk. It was much easier to do so. Anyway, we left the bikes in the special park for it and went down to the sand. We loved to go there at the end of the day when the sun was going down and lay on the sand.

“So you’re having lunch with that Kevin kid tomorrow at school?” He asked me. He was laid by my side, legs crossed, arms folded on the back of his head.

“Yes, he asked me.” I said giggling. Oh, the first loves…Aren’t those so cute?

“I don’t know what you see in that guy, he looks like a chick!” James exclaimed.

I laughed loud and I smacked his arm. “No, he doesn’t.” I said back. James looked at me.

“Come on, he even walks like a chick.” He said that so serious I almost believed in him. All of sudden something that had been worrying me took care of me and my face became rather serious. “What? Steph? Why are you so serious? I was joking…he doesn’t walk like a chick.” He said making me laugh out loud. He could be so clumsy and funny. He sat on the sand looking at my figure still laid.

“It’s not that moron! What if he wants to kiss me?” I told him. I knew it was alright to tell him this stuff, we’ve had this type of conversation before. He had given me hell for it, first time he knew I had never kissed anyone, god I just wanted to kill him so bad. Squeeze his neck within my hands, but now he was rather normal.

“You kiss him!” He said shrugging but I just stayed still, serious looking at his face. Then he laughed, he stopped laughing then pointed at me and laughed again, there it was moronic James in action. I grabbed a bunch of sand in my hand and threw it at him. “Sit.” He said standing on his knees right in front of me.

“Why?” I asked him.

“I’m gonna teach you.” He explained.

“What? NOOOO…” I shouted almost in panic.

He took my hand and pulled me up making me sit. “Look it’s no big deal and you won’t make a fool out of yourself in case he tries, so close you eyes.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he opened his eyes at me ordering me to do as he said. I closed my eyes. Then I began to giggle when I felt his hair tickling in my face.

“What?” He asked throwing his arms in the air and pulling back.

“I am sorry, your hair was tickling me.” I said still laughing.

“Close you eyes.” He said again and I did it. I didn’t giggle but I was still feeling his hair tickling on my face and I remember holding my breath when I felt him coming closer, then I just felt his lips on mine. I didn’t have a clue of what to do but I kept doing what he was doing when I felt his tongue coming inside my mouth I pulled back.

“What?” He shouted.

“You showed me, so yeah…” I said not knowing exactly what to tell him but I felt my face burning, I was blushing.

“You liked that Steph, you’re blushing!” He said pointing at my face and laughing. There it was the moronic attack again.

“I did not like it!” I said indignant. The smiled vanished off his face in no flat time.

“What? Was it bad?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I never kissed anyone! It’s not like I can compare” So now you know, first time I’ve ever kissed anyone it was my friend Jamie, James Hetfield as he’s known nowadays.

James and I never talked about that incident at the beach ever again, well it was not really an incident but it’s not like friends should teach others how to kiss and specify vividly how to do it. I still felt his lips on mine though during our way back home, and during dinner and even during my sleep that night.

I met him next morning in the bus station while waiting for the school bus I felt my face turned red when I laid my eyes on him. I took slow steps until the rush in my blood subsided. God I shouldn’t have let that kiss happen. When we got in the bus there was the same fuss as every morning but we were used to it and ignored all the comments while we walked to our regular seats in the back of the bus. Kevin was there.

“Here comes the weirdo.” Kevin said as we where passing by him. My blood boiled and I shot him a “One more like that and you’re dead look” “Come on Steph, he is weird.” He said to me. I clenched my teeth trying to control myself. James was already steady on his seat and I was still looking at Kevin. “Steph the guy is disgusting.” He insisted, I just grabbed the collar of his shirt and spat at him. I couldn’t hold my anger, I knew I was getting into trouble but I didn’t care.

“You bitch!” He shouted at me. I just saw James jumping off his sit and hitting his fist on his face.

“Don’t you ever again call her names. EVER!” He shouted at Kevin. Kevin didn’t fight back he looked at me and smiled.

“See, he’s savage. What time do we meet for lunch?” I felt like throwing up on him.

“You can have lunch with your moronic self.” I told him and sat right next to James. That was the first time James shook a guy away from me but it surely wasn’t the last one. With time he became master in shaking guys away from me. But I’ll tell you about that later.
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Hey it's hilarious!! The best story for cold, december evening :biggrin I REALLY can't wait for more :heart:
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OMG! That first kiss! :cloud9 James is absolutely adorable! "I don’t know what you see in that guy, he looks like a chick!” :P

I'm loving this! :heart:
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Awww! That update was so sweet and their first kiss was adorable. :wub:

Can't wait for more. :biggrin :heart:
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That kiss was adorable! I think James likes her :)
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That same afternoon James and I decided to skip school. Better, James convinced me skipping school. He convinced me into a lot of stuff during the years.

“Come on Steph, it’s not like one class is gonna affect your grades. I just wish I had half of your grades!” He said grabbing my hand and pulling me as he walked. I was still resisting.

“If you studied you’d have good grades.” I told him.

“I don’t need school Steph. I am gonna be a rock star. I am gonna be huge” There he was again with that theory. I even felt sorry for him because I could read in his eyes that he profoundly believed in it. It was his dream and I didn’t have the right to ruin it.

“But I do if I want to be a doctor.” I said instead.

“And you will be. A great one, I am sure of that.” I also read in his eyes that he also profoundly believed in it and I felt guilty for not feeling the same way. He was my best friend and I felt like I was deceiving him. Seeing his hand stretched towards me I gave him a grin and held on to it We began to run before we got caught.

We ran into his house laughing like two crazy persons, we were thrilled we skipped school without being caught, my parents were working and so should be his mother. Deanna was at school so we had the whole house to ourselves. Only we didn’t. When he opened the door and we got in talking loud about some Venom photo we had seen in a magazine we found his mother sat at the table of their kitchen. Our smile fell on the floor and we became serious in a second.

“Mom!” James blurted.

“What are you two doing here?” She asked. I saw she had been crying and God she looked so pale.

“We didn’t have classes, so we came here, hope you don’t mind.” James told her. I kept my mouth shut because I was a terrible liar and James was an expert at lying about this stuff. He knew what to tell under pressure. “We’re going to my room.” He told her gesturing me with his head to follow him. I did but when James was climbing the stairs, two stairs at a time, I gave one step back and looked at his mother once again. She looked terrible, like she was struggling with something.

“Mrs. Hetfield.” I said in a low tone and walking up to her again. She raised her eyes from the table to look at me as I called her. Her blue eyes, James got his blue eyes from her, were filled with water. “Is everything alright?” I asked her. I saw her lips tremble a bit and she offered me a smile trying to make me believe that it was ok.

“Yes, sweetheart, everything is fine.” She said. “Just a little headache.” She added and I just smiled at her but not sure if I should believe her or not. I know now what must have happened that afternoon, she probably found out about her illness that day, because after that nothing was the same.

“Your mother is crying.” I said when I got into James room. He was lied on his bed waiting for me as we were going to watch a movie.

“That’s probably because my dad showed up.” He said visibly annoyed.

“Your dad was here?” I asked sitting on the bed by his side. “You didn’t tell me.” I told him. He just shrugged.

“Why should I? It’s not important. I don’t care he has shown up.” He told me. James was so mad at his father back then, it took long until he forgave him. And even when they began to talk again I am not fully sure if he had forgiven him. Later in his life he did, but I think his father died without having James’s fully forgiveness.

We lied on the bed comfortably and James put on the video tape. The movie lasted about one and a half hours. His mother brought us a bowl of popcorns that we placed in the middle of us. We had a nice afternoon.

“Are you mad about Kevin Steph?” He asked me out of the blue when the film was over. I didn’t understand why he was asking me that.

“No, there are plenty of guys out there.” I said. “Why are you asking?” I asked him as I sat right in front of him. James shrugged again.

“Just curious, you seemed to like him, that’s all.” He sounded casual so I didn’t bother giving him further explanation. “Guess I taught how to kiss for nothing.” I felt instantly my cheeks going red.

“It’s not for nothing, when the next one comes, I’ll be more confident.” I managed to say. James didn’t answer me, somehow he stayed there looking at me and he began to come closer, his face approached mine and I froze. I wanted to get away but I couldn’t move and closed my eyes.

“Muuaaahhh…muuuaaahhhh…” He began to laugh. “You thought I was gonna kiss you.” I turned red but from anger this time. I narrowed my eyes at him and threw him one of the pillows that were on the bed.

“No I did not!!” I shot at him.

“Yes you did.” He said grinning. I hated that grin of his when he thought he was right. I smacked his arm with strength.

“No I did not, don’t be a dork.” I said getting up from the bed.

“Yes you did. “ He insisted.

“I hate you!” I barked. It was the first time I told him that, but once again, it wasn’t the last. I wanted to shout at him so much so he could just shut his mouth. I was on the verge of even tap my feet on the ground and groan at him. “Just stop it!” I shouted. He did.

“I’m sorry. I was just joking.” He said.

“Can you please not be such an idiot sometimes?” I asked him at the same time as I admired my image on the mirror of his room. I turned on myself to look from another angle and I totally changed the subject. “Am I pretty Jamie?” I asked him. I saw him rolling his eyes and making a disgusting face. I was afraid of what that could mean. “I am not?” I said taking the eyes off the mirror and looking straight at him.

“Steph, of course you are pretty, what would make you think you’re not?” He asked me. I looked at my face again.

“I don’t know, I was just asking.”

“Steph, there’s not one guy in school that doesn’t look at you twice, so I guess that means you are pretty. Look at you, your candid skin contrasting with your wavy black hair and your amazing and huge blue eyes, a guy had to blind.” He told me. I was stunned at his words and we stared at each other through the mirror as he was standing right behind me. Then he just cough and went away.

“Thanks.” I told him smiling and turning to find his gaze.

“No need to thank me, I was just telling you the truth. Don’t ever let a motherfucker take advantage of you Steph. There are gonna be guys just wanting to have fun with you.” He warned me.

“Advice taken.” I said giving him the continence. Needless to say he proved me right in the future, but a lot of times he was the one spoiling my relationships but just because I let him do it. He did not do it alone, it takes two for that and we were two all the way.
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I'm in love with this story x3 it's really great! Keep on and mooooooar please :)
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I love it too! Words cannot describe how much I love it! More! :)
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