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| A Taste of Eternity; Het, Baby James meets Stephanie... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 19, 2011, 4:35 pm (18,984 Views) | |
| Lilith | December 21, 2011, 12:03 pm Post #16 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, James is so sweet! And the background of his mom suffering is so sad. I'm loving this! :horns2
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | December 21, 2011, 12:06 pm Post #17 |
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Great updates. ![]() I'm starting to remember how this story goes. Waiting for more! |
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| Scorpion Flower | December 21, 2011, 2:49 pm Post #18 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Ok, since I am here, here's chapter 4. Thanks for the lovely comments:)) ______________________________________________________________________________ During the next year James’s mother fell incredibly ill. She was a living corpse, it was so sad and painful to see her die every day. Little by little, she was just a shadow of the woman she used to be. She lost her strength, even her will to live and fight the disease, she got so thin it was pitiful to look at her. James was mad at her, he begged her almost every day for her to get help, I never saw him cry, not even once which I thought it was weird, but I knew him so well at that time already that I knew he was just keeping it to himself. His rage was visible though, he got worse at school, his despise towards his mother’s religion grew bigger and I could only be on his side sharing his opinion. I, myself, had a hard time trying to understand why she stayed so faithful to her beliefs, so faithful she went against her kids will. Deep inside she also knew there was nothing doctors could do for her, but even then, and I still believe this today, she should have tried. He began to drink at that time. I was just 14 when I had my first beer, the drink was introduced to me by my great friend, but I enjoyed his company more and more. His mother illness only made our friendship stronger, James had no one, even though his father had tried to regain his confidence, James refused to be in contact with him. Suspecting his mother was not going to be around much more I always insisted with him that he should give his father a try, but he refused and not even me, the only person he trusted, he’d listen. He was determined not to let his father back into his life, as determined as, he still was, in being a rockstar. Now more than ever James delivered himself into music, school was just something he was forced to do and he couldn’t wait to be done with it. One day, when I was studying for my final exams for that school year I heard some sirens on his yard. I got out of my desk and peeped from my window. My heart dropped as I saw an ambulance right in front of his door. I left running. When I got to his lawn, his mother was being carried away by two paramedics. “Jamie, what happened?” I asked him as I saw him coming out. “She was passed out, I didn’t know what to do so I called an ambulance.” He told me. Still there was not a tear in his eyes, he seemed calm and rather cold to be honest. “Do you kids have somewhere to stay?” The paramedic asked. James and Deanna were minors so they couldn’t be left alone at home. “They can stay with us.” Said my mother who had just arrived. I looked at her in panic and my mother just rubbed my arm to give me some comfort. “Is she dead?” James asked the paramedic. My heart raced waiting for that answer, but the guy just shook his head giving my heart some rest. I thought that maybe she going to the hospital would be a good thing. Being just a kid I thought she would survive, but they called to my house saying she had passed away that same night. My mother had to deliver the news. It was one of the most horrible moments of my life I can only imagine how James felt at that moment. I remember that he sat on my bed rather in shock but still there were no signs of tears. I was the one crying, I felt for Mrs. Hetfield, because a year and a half in that town was enough to create some bonds with her, I had great memories of her. She was such a good person and she loved her kids above all, that’s why it was so hard for me to accept she had let herself die without making an effort. “Jamie…” I whispered at him sitting by his side on my bed. He just looked at me. I reached for his hand and I held it really strongly. “I’ll be alright Steph.” He said. He looked at my window. I studied his figure, his hair was longer and even though he wasn’t crying he was suffering. His face was sad, his lines were rigid, his eyes were shouting for help, but he kept it all inside. “What are you going to do now?” I asked him. James looked at me. “I am going to live with my older brother. She had everything taken care of, to morrow I’ll call him and give him the news.” James was going away? James was going away from me? That was too much for me in the same night. When he cracked the news I didn’t hold my despair inside, my shoulders began to shake as I sobbed and I threw myself against his neck. I felt his boyish arms around me and his hand running through my hair. “You’re going to be far.” I told him between sobs. “No, Steph…” He told me. He took one hand to my face and pulled it back so I could look at him. “I’m just going to live in another place, I’ll go to the same school, so we can see each other there plus I can come to visit you, there are buses it’s not like I am moving to another state. Do you think I also want to lose you? You’re my best friend the only person I fully trust in this world.” I took my hand to my eyes and wiped the tears away. “Are you sure?” I asked him, but I was the one who needed to be sure. He just nodded and gave me a smile. Jamie had just lost his mother and still he found a smile for me. I felt like kissing him, a real kiss, the kiss I had broken in the beach a year ago, that was weird…I just shook my head imitating a dog to shake that thought away from me, he was my friend, how could I possibly be thinking about that. “What is it?” he asked me. I just smiled and shook my head to make him understand it was nothing. After a while James left to the room my mother had given him for that night and I stayed alone in room crying. Crying for his mother who was a good person and was dead, crying because he was leaving and I didn’t want him to go, crying because I was afraid to lose my best friend and crying because he wasn’t crying for his mother. My head was a mess, but I was just a kid and kids are not ready to face certain things. Kids are meant to be protected and now James didn’t have anyone to protect him. That scared me. Next day we left early to the hospital. His brothers were there and so was his father. James didn’t even look at him. He stood by my side while they were taking care of the details of the funeral. We didn’t share a word, I glanced at him now and then and he kept his eyes on the floor all the time. I tried to find out what was going on his head, I was pretty sure there was a war inside his head and I can’t blame him. He felt alone and abandoned, I just hoped deep inside he had forgiven his mother for not wanting medical care. The funeral took place that same afternoon. Deanna was a wreck, she cried all the time, but Deanna made peace with her father, so she was in his arms, that should give her more comfort. James, he didn’t even look at his father once, nor his brothers, he wasn’t very close. His brothers were much older and from his mother’s first marriage, they left the house when James was too little, so he doesn’t have a lot of memories with them. I could only fear for him, living with a person who was almost a stranger to him, and he was so shy and so introverted. That would affect him in some way. The moment his mother’s coffin went down on the grave was the moment I felt some reaction from him. He clutched his hand in mine and he squeezed it hard, he was hurting me but I guess he didn’t even notice, so I just let him and didn’t say a thing. I looked at him to find his eyes meeting mine. “She is really gone.” He told me, it was hitting for the first time, but still he didn’t shed one single tear for his mother’s death. We were leaving when his father approached him. He put one hand in James’s shoulder and called him. “Son…” He said, but James turned around really fast and shook his hand away abruptly. “Don’t call me son. I am not your son.” He shouted. He was furious, waving his hands in the air. “You walked out on us, you left us alone, she died because of you and now you come here and call me son. I am not your son, not today not ever again, you hear me? Stay the fuck away from me…I am alone, I have no one.” He said. I was petrified, frozen, glued on the floor. James came back to where I was standing, gave me his hand and pushed me. I followed him. “Don’t you think that was a bit too much?” I asked him. We decided to walk back home. He walked with his hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans and I tried to keep up with his pace. “Steph, please, not you too.” He just told me. His tone still aggressive. He ran a hand through his air and then stopped walking. I took a step back to meet him. He rested his hands on his hips and gave me an inquisitive look which I returned at him. “Come on Steph, you know me better than anyone, I say things to you no one else knows. You know exactly how I feel about this, don’t give me that look.” “What look?” I asked. He pointed at me. “That disapproval look I see in your eyes. He abandoned me and my sister. We’ve been through hell, he didn’t care about us and then he decided to come back as if nothing happened. He can kiss my ass Steph. I have no one, I am alone in this world, but I don’t care. He’s not the guy I’m gonna turn to, he doesn’t deserve me.” Now tears were beginning to fall. He subsided to it. He sat on the sidewalk burred his face on his hands and I saw his shoulders shaking. It was the first time ever in my life I was seeing him cry. I took on step closer to him and tugged my hand on his air, then I just sat by his side and wrapped one arm around his shoulders. “I know it’s not the same thing Jamie, but you are not alone, you have me. You can count on me.” I told him. He raised his head and looked at me, it was the first time I saw those blue eyes filled with water and so much pain coming out of them. “I admire you for never walking out on me when everyone did.” He told me choking on his crying. “I will never walk out on you. Ever. I promise.” I said crossing my fingers and kissing it. He wiped his tears and we continued our walk until we got home. Once there, his brother Chris was already in his lawn with his bags packed. “That was fast.” He muttered. For me that was hard, my friend was walking away. “Remember what I told you.” I told him kissing his cheek. “I will never walk out on you either Steph.” We held onto each other in a hug. “Guess I’ll see you at school on Monday.” He said straying a bit. I smiled, I just hoped he was really telling the truth. “Yes, we’ll see each other at school.” I gave him a smile, the best one I could find at that moment but my heart was breaking into tiny little pieces. I knew I was there to keep my promise but I was not sure if he was ready to keep up with his. Fear…it haunt us. Makes us suffer. He never walked out on me as he said but at that time I didn’t know. |
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| Helvi | December 21, 2011, 6:20 pm Post #19 |
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Frantic
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Oh... Poor James but story is amazing. I love how you get into characters. It sounds real. Great job!
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | December 21, 2011, 6:40 pm Post #20 |
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These guys need to confess to one another that there's feelings there! Great update! |
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| Lilith | December 21, 2011, 10:12 pm Post #21 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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;_; This part was so sad... I could feel everything, you described his emotions so well...
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| Scorpion Flower | December 22, 2011, 6:30 am Post #22 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Like I said, he never walked out on me. Two years later, when I was 16 and James 18, our friendship was still on fire, and I was still the one he came looking for when he wanted to confide. I liked that feeling of knowing he trusted me. I also trusted him At that time James was not in school anymore~, he had graduated last year and he was working on graphic designs and he still had that idea of forming a band. He was better at the guitar, he was so determined that he actually became quite good at it. He put some ad on a magazine to find people that had the same love he did for Heavy Metal and one day he found a guy. He was European like me, but from Denmark. I remember first time I saw him asking James if he was on drugs. Lars was frantic, he walked fast, he talked one thousand words per minute and had an endless energy. He had the same will as James to form a band, but he was horrible on the drums, still I kept my mouth shut. Meeting Lars was great for James at one point. Lars knew a lot of people related to the heavy metal scene, so James made friends. Friends that became my friends too as we were always together and Lars also had an amazing record collection. We spent hours raiding his records and playing it. He came from an upper middle class and was a spoiled brat, but we learned to like him, and he shared the same dream as James. Lars was pretty good at convincing people and he moved in the most comfortable ways to get what he wanted. If the band was going to happen, Lars was the one capable of pulling the strings to do it. James was getting wilder and wilder. My parents never once forbidden me to hang out with him, but they were never aware of the things he put me through. I had my first beer when I was just 14 and at 16 I’ve had more hangovers than my parents together. James drank a lot, he discovered that under the influence of alcohol he’d get more extroverted. He talked to strangers in a comfortable way, he was happy all the time, or at least, he thought he was, most of the times I thought he was only disguising his unhappiness. I knew that through the conversations we had, like I said, when he wanted to talk from his heart I was the one that listened. One day, when Lars parents were away for a couple of days, he threw this huge party at his house. I was invited of course. There were a lot of alcohol. Metal blasting from his parents stereo. Lots of long haired guys and, of course, lots of girls. I don’t know why but I decided to stay sober that night. I remained drinking water even when everyone else was wasted and I was beginning to feel like I didn’t fit in. I went with James but soon in the party he left me. I knew all the people in there except for the girls. The girls were new. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I looked at Lars’s black couch and saw James tangled with one of the girls. Making out nastily in the middle of the living room. I stayed at the door for a few seconds watching them and then I felt my stomach churn. I went back to the kitchen quite fast and opened the fridge to get a beer. I needed a drink other than water. “Finally giving up on the water!” Lars told me. He was leaning against the counter. I looked at him amazed he was not in the arms of some girl. “Why aren’t you having fun like all the others’” I asked him taking the bottle to my mouth and swallowing a bit of the liquid. “I don’t know.” He said shrugging. “James has sorted himself out already.” He told me, I felt my head spinning as images of the living room wandered in my mind. I took the bottle in my mouth and I just gulped great part of the beer. Why was I feeling so bad about James being with a girl? The feeling was killing me and my head was just spinning around. Something was wrong. I knew he had a lot of girls but seeing it, somehow, made me angry. I finished the beer and instantly I opened the door of the fridge and grabbed another one. “Thirsty are we, Steph?” Lars told me laughing. “Want another one?” I asked him. As he nodded I gave him the bottle I had in my hand and picked another one for me. “Is everything alright with you?” He asked me rather serious. “Honestly, and seriously now, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His words hammered in my head. I didn’t know what to tell him as I, myself, didn’t know what was happening to me. “No I am fine.” I said. “I’m gonna come back to the party if you don’t mind.” Lars gave me a nod, as a permission, and I left the kitchen holding the second beer in my hand. I thought I was feeling better but as I entered the living room and saw James on top of the girl sliding his hand inside her shirt my stomach ached. My head was spinning again and I just felt the urge to clutch my hands on his shirt and pull him back. I decided to step back but I bumped into a chair and made some noise and James raised his head to look back. Our eyes met for a few seconds and I just felt like screaming. I wanted to scream for help because I was struggling with what was happening to me. I didn’t have a clue. I thought I was jealous, yeah that was jealousy, pure jealousy, but he was my friend and I shouldn’t feel that way. Seeing his eyes still stuck on mine I just gave another step back, put the chair back in its place and smiled at him. The girl was trying to pull his face back to her, but he just shook her hand away. “Steph?” He called me expecting me to say something but nothing was coming out of my mind except I wanted to hit him. Yes, I just wanted to hit him hard. “I’m leaving.” I said dryly. “I not feeling alright so I am going home.” I put the beer on the table and shoved one hand in my pocket and counted the money I had in it, it was enough for a taxi back home. “I’m going.” I said turning my back on him and leaving. I heard him getting up of the couch quite fast and the girl calling his name. “Steph wait.” He said running after me. “Why are you leaving? Is everything alright?” I took my jacket from the hanger and slid my arms in it quite fast. “Everything’s fine.” I said walking to the door already and not even looking at him. “No, something happened.” He insisted grabbing my arm when I was opening the door. I shook his hand with violence and didn’t answer I just shut the door on his face and kept walking. I heard the door opening behind me, he was coming after me. “Steph!” He shouted but I didn’t look back and kept walking. I was on the verge of crying so I took deep breaths not to do it. James grabbed my arm when he reached me. “Can you just wait?” He said catching my wrist. I looked at him completely pissed off. “I just want to go home, that’s all.” I said pushing my arm to free it from his hand. I turned my back on him again and began to walk expecting this time he’d let me go. Only he didn’t. James took a run and held me from behind to stop me from walking. Feeling his whole body pressured against mine made me wanna yell so loud. I struggled to take his arms off me but he held me tight, I was trapped and couldn’t move. “I don’t believe you.” He said talking in my ear. He was gasping, I could tell I was getting on his nerves as well. “Something happened, you usually don’t leave like that. Tell me what was it and then I let you go.” “I told you nothing happened. I am just tired.” I tried to sound normal to see if he let me go. Honestly, I was in panic about the feelings that were assaulting me. “You don’t fool me. Your voice is the mirror of your annoyance, You are pissed off at something, now tell me what is it” He was still holding me and his body was still against mine, I found my heart racing like a motherfucker. I just wanted to pull him away from me and ran as fast as I could. “Let me go James.” I told him. “James? You never call me James unless you are pissed off at me, what did I do?” He asked. He was right, I never called him James unless I was really mad at him, but other times I had a good reason for it and that night I hadn’t, I had nothing against him. I couldn’t tell him that seeing him with that girl annoyed the shit out of me. Even if I was taken by surprise. “Look, don’t you have to go back inside? You were quite busy if I can remember.” I said trying all the weapons I had for him to free me. I felt his arms subsiding and he let go. “Is this because of the girl Steph?” He asked me when he grabbed my arm spinning me around quite fast to make me look at him. I laughed. It was a nervous laugh for sure, but I laughed. “I don’t care about the girl James!” I said throwing my arms in the air. “What? Do you think I care?” I asked him. “You are pissed off at something and you brought that subject up. I could smell the sarcasm in the way you said it.” He shot at me. Now I was about to strangle him. “I don’t give a shit.” I shouted at him, then I turned my back on him and began to walk again. I felt his hands on my shoulders, he turned me around to him really fast and shoved me against a wall. His hands on my shoulders preventing me to move. “Tell me the truth.” He said. I looked away from his eyes, I didn’t want to go on with that conversation. I didn’t even know what to tell him. Seeing I was not gonna answer, he pressured his body against mine one more time and grabbed my jaw making me turn my face to him. His fingers were pressuring it so strongly that he was almost hurting me, but I didn’t want to show weakness so I let him do it. He bent his head over mine a little and we were just one inch away from kissing. “Tell me the truth.” He whispered. I felt my knees failing on me. That was sweet, sweet like I have never heard from him, his voice was pure sweetness. I tried to turn my face away but he still held it strong so I couldn’t move. I just managed to slid my arms in the middle of us and with all my strength I pushed him away. “I don’t have anything to tell you.” I said running away. Literally running. As I reached the main street I waved a taxi and gave the driver the address to my house. My legs were shaking, my hands were trembling, my stomach was churning and my chest was pounding. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “Is everything alright miss?” The driver asked looking at me through the rear mirror. I just nodded. I tried to swipe away James from my mind as much as I could. Already at home I went straight to the shower. I needed to calm down. I opened the water and undid my clothes, I let it fall all over the floor I placed my self underwater and stayed there for quite some time, as if the water would wash away what I had seen that night, worse what I had felt that night. Memories of James making out with that girl popped up in my mind. I just sat under water and subsided to the tears I was holding inside for far too long. I needed to cry to let it all out. I don’t know if I cried loud, but I cried until I had no more tears. After the shower I just wiped myself and put on my pajama, I snuggled into my head and tried to figure out what happened. I couldn’t like him in that way. It was not possible. |
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| Izzy | December 22, 2011, 9:11 am Post #23 |
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Outlaw Torn
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It's obvious that she has feelings for James, and he also has feelings for her too. I hope they'll be able to tell each other how they feel.
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| Helvi | December 22, 2011, 5:36 pm Post #24 |
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Frantic
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MOOOOAAAAAAARRRGH! |
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| Lilith | December 22, 2011, 5:57 pm Post #25 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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;_; Oh, poor Steph!! Been there, so awful when you find out you have feelings for a friend! Loves this! Makes me feel everything.
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| ElisabethOrion | December 22, 2011, 6:32 pm Post #26 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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I remember this one! So glad to read it again and I wish they would just tell each other soon, it's so obvious they have some sort of feelings for each other.
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| Voxx | December 22, 2011, 10:43 pm Post #27 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Pretty much agree with everyone saying its so obvious they have feelings for each other. Can't wait for more!
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| Scorpion Flower | December 23, 2011, 6:49 am Post #28 |
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Outlaw Torn
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The next morning I woke up with the sun stinging my eyes. I covered my head with my pillow not ready to face world. “Aaaarrgg…” I muttered as the events of last night rang inside my head like a bell. “Steph?” My mother called me. “Are awake sweetie?” I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling for brief seconds and then I answered. “Yes mom.” I told her. The door of my bedroom opened slowly and I saw my mother’s head popping in. “Can I come in?” She asked, I just nodded. I saw her coming in with a cup of milk and a plate with toasts. She was bringing me breakfast in bed, I was sure she heard me crying in the shower. I sat on my bed and placed the plate on my keens and took a sip of the milk. My mother sat on the edge of the bed looking at me while I ate. “What is it?” I asked her. “Why were you crying last night?” She asked. I knew she wanted to talk about that and once again I was out of words because I didn’t know what to say. “You went to a party with Jim and you looked so happy, what happened?” She insisted. I couldn’t lie to my mother, and even if I tried she’d know I was lying so there was no point in doing it. I decided to open up. “Something weird happened.” I began. I placed the cup on my bedside table and looked back at her. “I saw James with a girl mom and I don’t know what happened I got really mad at him. I got so mad that when I got home I thought the only way of getting rid of my anger was crying. I don’t know why or how, but I got so mad at him.” I tried to explain what I thought it didn’t have an explanation. “Do you like him Steph? I mean do you like him in a different way than friendship?” Her question hit me like a lightening bolt. I never made myself that question, not until last night when I found and put myself in an awkward situation. “I don’t think I do, but then I felt like killing him, and that’s not just friendship, that’s something else, something I don’t like a bit.” “Well, honey…” She said pushing herself closer and grabbing my hands. “You grew up and so did he, couldn’t it be that your feelings have changed and you didn’t notice?” She asked me. I shook my head. “That can’t be mom. That can’t be.” I told her. She took one hand to my face and stroke it gently. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with liking a person even if that person is your dearest friend. He’s a boy and you’re a girl, almost adults, things might change and you don’t even notice, but you can’t dwell on it. You should talk to him about it.” I opened my eyes at her and shouted. “No, I ain’t never gonna talk about this to him. We’re friends and that’s just it. Maybe I was confused. I don’t know… but talking to him about this is out of question. That’s an impossibility.” I blurted. “Then you ain’t never gonna find out if he fells the same.” My mother said. “Mom it’s pretty clear to me that he doesn’t feel the same.” “So you’re admitting you like him.” I got out of the bed really quickly and stood up in front of my window. “I never said I liked him, I like him as a friend and that’s just it. Let’s forget we ever had this conversation mom, I just want to erase all this off my head. I’ll be fine.” I was just telling her this when I saw James approaching my house. My heart dropped instantly on my feet. “Oh…great…” I said raising my arms in the air desperate. “What is it now?” My mother asked getting up from the bed and peeking at the window. “I’m gonna open the door.” She told me. “You better get dressed.” “I am fine like this.” I muttered sitting back on the bed. My mother left. I looked in the mirror and I looked awful. My eyes were still swollen of the crying, my hair was tangled from the sleep and my face was wrinkled from the pillow. I ran to the bathroom and opened the shower. He could wait. I heard him coming inside my room but I took my time. In the bathroom I took my shower, I moisturized my body, and ran a brush through my wet hair and then still on my pajama I went back to the room. He was looking out at the window, when he heard my door slamming. He looked back. “Hi.” I said trying to sound normal. I was nervous as hell, I was afraid of where this conversation could go. “Hi.” He said walking up to me and placing a kiss on cheek. My legs almost betrayed me, if I was nervous before, now I was about to faint. I hated that feeling. I sat back on my bed and he sat in front of me. I surrounded my knees with my arms to make me feel more secure. “Feeling better?” He asked. He was being cautious I could tell that. I just nodded, I couldn’t even look at his face. “Wanna talk about what happened now?” He asked. “God, no!” I blurted looking back and straight into his eyes. They were begging for an explanation. His eyes never seemed so blue to me and he looked incredibly good. His hair was so long now and the sleeveless shirt gave him that wild look that I adored. I used to adore it as a friend but now I wasn’t so sure. “You were mad at me Steph. I think I have the right to know.” He insisted. “Look, I wasn’t mad at you, I was in a terrible mood and somehow I decided to put it all down on you. I am sorry it won’t happen again.” “Why were you so mad about Christine?” Hearing him calling the girl by her name made my stomach churn one more time and I had to count to ten until I calmed down. “I was not mad about her, forget that, take that idea off your mind. That’s not what was bothering me.” “Then what was it?” He shouted. That was the first time he raised his voice at me. I got up really fast and stood right in front of him pointing my index finger at his face. “Don’t you dare raising your voice at me! If I don’t want to tell, I won’t, that’s how it works, I may want to have my secrets, I don’t have to tell you everything.” He took my finger away from his face with a slap in my hand. “And you don’t point you finger at me!” He said also getting up. He made me look up because he was taller. “Since when do we have secrets? I remember us telling everything to each other and if this time you want to do things differently I can assume it’s because of her.” I felt my blood flushing in my face with anger again. “It’s not because of her! Do you think I care about the girls? I don’t, besides if I did I would be dead by now because you try to fuck anything that moves. Everyday you have a different girl. You even tell me that and it never bothered me so why would I be bothered about this one? Grow up!” “It’s simple, because you have never seen it. Yesterday it was the first time.” That hit me as if he had slapped my face. He was right, he touched the exact point. I had never seen him with a girl until last night. I’ve heard his stories but I have never seen him with a girl, and that was the thing, since when had he become so smart? “Why are you even insisting on this?” I asked him shaking my head. “This is crazy, we’re friends, we’re not suppose to be discussing this, this as if we were something else.” James just tossed me on my bed and placed himself on top of me, immobilizing my hands with his. “Did or did it not bother you?” He asked really slow. His face too close, his body was on top of mine, his whole weight on me and my body started aching for something that I had never felt before, I started shaking and I also felt my eyes watered. “Did it bother you?” He asked even closer. “Steph?” He insisted, pure sweetness again as he called my name, it sounded as music to my ears but I couldn’t be feeling these things for him. I looked for all the courage had inside of me and looked straight in his eyes. “It did!!!” I shouted. “Satisfied now?” I felt humiliated that moment. He stayed still looking at me for a minute and then I just felt his lips against mine. God, I wanted to kiss him back, I wanted so much to deliver myself into that kiss and just melt into his arms but it took all my strength to shake him away from me. He rolled to the side and I got up really quickly cleaning my mouth with the back of my hand. “Don’t you ever do that again. You hear me? Ever! Us? We are never gonna happen. We’re friends and friends don’t kiss.” I said firmly. “Friends also don’t bother about affairs.” He blurted. “I don’t care. Now go away ‘cause I want to be alone.” I ordered him opening the door of my room, seeing him going out I just slammed the door on his face. I swear I thought that was the end of everything to us. I thought after this our friendship was ruined, but I was wrong. We remained friends and never spoke about it, it was like it never happened. I was a master in hiding my feelings and that was something I have learned from him, they say you learn from you master and that was one thing I have learned from mine. |
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| Helvi | December 23, 2011, 7:15 am Post #29 |
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Oh girl come on!!! Even her mother admitted it! Hdjsjcjalsdsasfgjkdjjgirwncn but ok it's your story. But she's good. I doubt if I would be able to resist MOOOOOOAAAAAAaaaaaaaarrrr... Edited by Helvi, December 23, 2011, 7:19 am.
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| Lilith | December 23, 2011, 3:35 pm Post #30 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, Steph! Why you refuse to give in, you are a goner, girl! Stop living in denial!
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And the background of his mom suffering is so sad. I'm loving this! :horns2







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but story is amazing. I love how you get into characters. It sounds real. Great job!

Stop living in denial! 
8:39 PM Jul 10