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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 8 2011, 12:59 PM Post #16 |
Thorn Within
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Entry 2: Oh god would the torture never end? He couldn’t believe he had been dragged out to the edge of town to look at trees. TREES. He should have run when he saw the guy dressed in the elf suit. “Stop being such a sourpuss,” Lars said, inspecting another pine tree in the sale yard. “There is no way we’re not having a Christmas tree.” “We are twenty-four years old,” James spat. “What the fuck do we need a Christmas tree for? We should spend the money on booze.” James Alan Hetfield hated Christmas. HATED it. Fuck tinsel. Fuck reindeer. Fuck Santa. Actually, scratch the part about fucking Santa. That’s hella gay. “What is your problem?” Lars said, stopping beneath an enormous pine. “I’d rather be working on our music,” James muttered. “We’re going into the studio in January!” Lars shoved his cold hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and glared. “Can’t we relax for a week or two?” he said. “Christmas is about taking it easy, and spending time with family and friends.” James looked away. It was alright for Lars. He had been spoilt each and every Christmas by his loving parents ever since he was born, and this year would be no different. The last Christmas that James had spent with his whole family was back when he was thirteen, and it had been tense. His mother and father hadn’t been talking to each other, and James sensed that something was wrong. Then a few months after that, his father walked out, never to return. Ever since then the holiday season had been tainted. The next year, he waited for a call from his dad. He waited up until 10pm on Christmas night. But he never rang. Not that year, not the year after that, or the year after that. James swatted at the light snow which started to fall and frowned darkly. To James, Christmas was the loneliest time of the year. He just made sure that he got wasted enough on Christmas Eve so that he could sleep through the next day and miss Christmas altogether. Lars had chosen a tree and looked at James expectantly. It then occurred to the singer why Lars had brought him along in the first place. He sighed and lifted the tree by its trunk, balancing the branches with the little pot it was planted in. Lars led the way to the register at the gate, and James trudged heavily after him. He was never going to get the smell of pine needles out of his gloves... After much tripping and cursing they reached the front and James dumped the tree back on the ground. “I hate all this shit,” he said, looking around at the families choosing trees. “This is why I’m in a metal band, so I don’t have to pretend to like all this holiday crap.” Lars rolled his eyes at him and a soft voice interjected. “Bah humbug, right?” James looked down at who had spoken, and saw a young woman standing behind the register. His eyes travelled from her long dark hair, to her beautiful brown eyes, down to her name badge. Kristen, he thought, looking back up into her face. What a pretty name... |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 8 2011, 01:00 PM Post #17 |
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Entry 3: “Have you had that wineglass in your hand all day?” “Maybe.” “Think you could put it down for five minutes? It is Christmas Eve.” Lars snorted. “Fuck that.” He took another sip of his wine. Kirk frowned and looked at him. “What the hell crawled up your ass and died?” He looked at the window. No need to really answer that. Tell Kirk he was lonely. Sad. That he missed his family. Lars took another sip of his wine. “Come on Lars. Let’s at least do something Christmas-y. Where’s your tree? Do you have one? Have you even decorated?” Kirk asked, looking around the room. “No need to. No one is coming over.” Lars mumbled, looking at his now-empty wine glass once again. “Lars, it’s Christmas!” “Fuck Christmas!” He growled. Kirk frowned and decided to try a different tactic. “It’s gonna be your birthday.” Lars gave a harsh laugh. “Great. Another year older.” He crossed his arms and glared at Lars a little bit. “Seriously. You’re making me not want to hang out here, and James practically fucking nagged me into coming because he was worried about you.” He got up and stumbled over to the table, gripping the edge, leaving his glass resting on the cool wood while he picked up the half-empty bottle. “James should learn to mind his own fucking business.” Lars grumbled. “He’s worried about you!” Lars waved Kirk off, taking a swig of the wine bottle. “Doesn’t matter. He’s out, enjoying Christmas with his family. I’m here, being a miserable fucking bastard until I see the kids on Saturday. Skylar wanted them with her family for Christmas.” Kirk’s eyes widened a little bit. “She didn’t want you there for Christmas?” He gave another harsh laugh. “She didn’t say that, but it was fucking implied. Hard.” Lars said, flopping into his leather chair again. “Said that since I was so busy with band shit, it wouldn’t be a problem for me to wait until Saturday to have my Christmas with them.” “Oh Lars...” Kirk whispered, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He shrugged Kirk’s hand off, frowning at him. “Stop it. Don’t want your fucking pity.” He growled. “Lars...” “Don’t fucking ‘Lars~’ me.” Lars growled, pushing the chair away from Kirk. Anger boiled up inside him. Anger at Skylar for being such a bitch at this time of year. Anger at Lars for getting drunk instead of handling this properly. “Fuck off.” Kirk snarled. “You want to sit here and have a fucking pity party instead of doing something about this? Fine. I came because I was worried about you and I didn’t want you to spend Christmas Eve alone. Not that you give a flying fuck.” He watched Lars’ eyes go wide. “No.” He continued. “You would rather push me away and push me away until you really are alone. You’d have no one to blame for it but yourself, but fuck, you don’t even want to own up to that, do you?” Kirk asked him. He didn’t bother waiting for Kirk to respond. “Of course not. You’re too busy tied up in your own fucking problems to see what is right in front of your face. Not that you fucking care.” Kirk growled again, reaching down, lifting Lars up and off of his chair. He sat down and place Lars in his lap, holding his arms down to keep him from protesting. “Kirk, what the fuck do you think-” “I’m not thinking, you little ‘bah humbug’ piece of shit.” Kirk snarled. “It’s Christmas. I had thought, hey maybe when I go over we can hang out, watch a movie, sit in front of a fire, and that maybe, maybe I could steal a kiss under some mistletoe.” “Wh-what?” Kirk laughed. “How silly of me right? You want nothing to do with anything involving Christmas, or me. It would be better if I just said fuck it and moved on.” Lars’ fingers had tangled in his shirt. Whether he wanted him to go or not, Lars was holding onto him. “Can you stop being a miserable bastard for one weekend? Can I spend Christmas with you? I want to, you know.” Kirk asked. A small chuckle escaped Lars. “You gonna be my Christmas present?” He grinned. “You gonna get a tree?” When surprised green eyes looked at his, Kirk smirked. “I might even tie myself up with a bow if you were.” “Fuck yes I’m getting a tree.” Kirk threw his head back and laughed. |
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| Jik Hyun | Dec 8 2011, 09:05 PM Post #18 |
Commando
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liked 2 WAY better but its also mostly cuz I dun bother reading het fics much. I dun write them either. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:11 PM Post #19 |
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Alright, again, I'm posting the entries here. Read them, comment on them, vote for your favorite and, surprise surprise, you're not supposed to reveal the authors' identities.  Happy reading! |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:23 PM Post #20 |
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Entry 1: Lars fumbled with the piece of tape on his fingers, trying to get it to stop sticking to itself. "Fuck," he said to himself under his breath. Who knew such a small, inanimate object could piss one off so easily? A few more seconds of fumbling and, "Aha," he exclaims as the tape finally does it's job, holding a piece of plastic mistletoe above the studio door. "Now, stay there..." A voice calls from the front part of the studio. Kirk had just walked in. He was always the early one. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Kirk's voice echoes around the seemingly empty studio. He is almost startled when Lars hollers back. "Yeah, I, uh, thought I'd show up a bit early for once." "Well, there's a first," Kirk quips. "Haha yeah. So, er, have you heard anything from James? D'ya know when he'll be here?" "He should be here by the time the majority of the crowd shuffles in. He was spending some extra time with his family because of the holidays and all." "Oh yeah, that's understandable," Lars replies. Great, he thinks, more waiting for me. Lars and Kirk continue to put up decorations and set out drinks to pass the time. They share a few memories of past Christmases and a few laughs to go along with them. Lars was anxious, though he was very good at hiding it. He had spent enough time with Kirk while James was in rehab. It was finally time for James to be back in his rightful place, in Lars' arms. Lars got up to plug in the Christmas tree that sat in the corner of the room. Almost the instant the lights lit up, people started flowing into HQ. Third to arrive was Rob, followed closely by Bob and many other close friends. Family members also started to show up. As HQ began to feel rather claustrophobic, Lars frantically searched for James in the crowd. Was he going to show? Just as that horrid thought crossed Lars' mind, a familiar voice broke through the roar of conversation in the studio. Ladies and gentlemen, James Hetfield is in the building. A smile crosses Lars' face, and a sigh of relief escapes his lips. "Hey, James," Lars hollers as he makes his way through the crowd. "Hey, man, how are ya?" Lars smiled, "I'm doing good, man. In fact, there was something in the studio I wanted to show you. C'mon!" "Wait, Lars--" was all James could say before he was dragged by the arm to the studio. "Haha, dude, what is so important that I can't even say 'hi' to everyone first?" James asks, chuckling. They reach the studio, Lars purposely walks right under and passed the mistletoe the first time, so as not to be too obvious. "I just wanted to wish you the best of Christmases. Hope you and your family have a good one. And, here..." Lars turns around and walks towards his drumset. He pulls a few items from behind it, "... give these to the kids... from me," he finishes with a smile. James looks at the children's gifts Lars is handing to him. A pink baby blanket, most likely for Marcella, a coloring book with a 12 pack of crayons, for Cali, and a kids book about cars, for Castor. He looks up from the gifts and into Lars' eyes. He smiles and thanks Lars for thinking of his family. Lars smiles sweetly and says, "You're welcome" in reply. James takes the items and smiles at Lars for a few more seconds before starting to make his way back to the rest of the party. A shout from behind halts him in the doorway of the studio. "Hey, wait up," calls Lars. He catches up to the guitarist who turns to say something before continuing his walk back to the party, but is stopped by Lars' double take upwards. When James sees what he is looking at, butterflies form in his stomach and he blushes violently. "Uh... Do you see th-" "Yes." "Well, at least I'm not seeing things," James jokes. Lars laughs softly and blushes as he looks into James' electric blue eyes. His heart melts and his knees begin to shake. He can't believe what he is about to do. He stands up tall and locks onto James' lips for just a few seconds and then pulls away quickly, embarrassed. He begins to walk away, hiding his face, when a strong hand grips his right arm and holds him back. He looks up, shocked to see James still under the mistletoe, pulling the drummer back under. "I never said I was finished with you," James says, blushing still, but now with a sly smile on his face. He pulls Lars in close and kisses him, this time, for longer than a few seconds. It was as if the two of them never wanted to part. Something held them there, rooted in that spot. The desire to be together again after bickering during the making of the last album and the long separation that came along with rehab. All of that, gone with one simple kiss under the mistletoe. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:26 PM Post #21 |
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Thorn Within
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Entry 2: Lars giggled at he got down off the chair he had been standing on. Pulling it away from the door jamb, he stared up at his handiwork. A sprig of mistletoe hung from the top of the door, its dark green leaves glossy and berries sparkling like plump snowflakes. Heheheh, now when he comes in, I'll have the perfect excuse to kiss him Lars thought gleefully. Time for your Christmas present, Larsie! The sound of three sets of footsteps approaching! Lars hastily dragged the chair away from the door, returning it to its innocent corner. Then he positioned himself in the doorway, waiting for his band mates to appear. They rounded the corner; James and Jason arguing about a football match and Kirk following behind. Lars' heart began to beat quickly. "Lars, move your fat ass outta the doorway", James said. He pushed in front of Jason and the mistletoe brushed against the top of his head. "Ugh, what the fuck is that?" James looked up while rubbing his head. Seeing the mistletoe, he burst out laughing. "Hahaha, who put that there? Lars? You wanna kiss, do ya?" Lars squealed and made a run for it but James was too fast. He grabbed Lars, pinned him up against the wall and covered his face with sloppy kissed. Jason roared with laughter and Kirk watched, his eyes like saucers. "Urgh, James" said Lars, half laughing as he tried to wriggle free. "Hold still Lars, you know you like it! And what are you laughing at Newkid, it's YOUR turn now", James smirked as he released Lars. For a moment, Lars thought that James was going to kiss Jason but instead he grabbed him and pushed him up against Lars. "Go on, give Larsie a kiss!" Jason protested, then there was an impatient noise from behind. The three guys turned to look and saw Bob Rock standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "I know its Christmas but geez, we're supposed to be working here! There'll be time for..."...He pulled Lars' mistletoe from the door and cast it casually into a waste paper basket. "Now come on, let's get on, shall we". James released Jason, still sniggering. Kirk chewed his bottom lip and Lars slouched over to his drums, wiping his wet face on his sleeve. He couldn't help feel a little disappointed that his idea had not gone to plan. ******************** That evening, when Metallica were getting ready to go home, Lars had gone to use the loo. As he washed his hands, he remembered the mistletoe and sighed. It should have worked...but no! Lars scowled and sloshed water around in the sink fiercely. "Stupid idea" he muttered. "Lars you dumbass, you shouldn't have fucking bothered". The bathroom door opened and Kirk entered. He was sweaty from practise...his t-shirt was wet and his damp, curly hair tumbled over his shoulders. "Uhhh, hi Kirk", said Lars, removing the scowl from his face and smiling instead. "You OK buddy?" Kirk didn't reply. Instead, he walked over to Lars. Gently wrapping his arms around him, he kissed Lars softly and full on his lips. Lars gasped, then recovering from the shock, kissed Kirk back. He returned Kirk's embrace; wet hands pressing against Kirk's sticky shirt. When they finally broke apart, Lars stared at Kirk, stunned but Kirk just smiled. "Happy Christmas Lars. You only had to ask". The End |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:27 PM Post #22 |
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Entry 3: Kiss in a booth December 1994 The idea started as a total joke. At the Christmas Party, that James had thrown at his place, someone would be nominated, by pulling straws, to sit in... the booth. They'd be blindfolded, in a booth simply decorated with a sprig of Mistletoe and the words 'Your Christmas Kiss' over the top. They'd be there all night, providing a pair of lips for all comers. Of course, the straw pullers would be one of: James, Kirk, Lars or Jason. An hour before the party was due to begin... James brought in a beer each from the refrigerator for them all and sat down at the breakfast counter, next to Jason. "Okay." Lars chirped, obviously excited by the idea of the whole thing. "The unlucky bastard that pulls the straw with the red tip, will be the loser and most likely end up with some sort of virus by the end of the night." he grinned. "The other three straws have green tips." James sighed. "Why did I agree to this?" he scrubbed his cheek with his palm. "Surprised the pants off of me..." Kirk smiled, eyebrows raised. "You pulled out last year because, you 'had the flu'." "Think it'd be safer if you could kept your pants firmly on..." James smirked at Kirk and raised his eyebrow back at him. "Shut up..." "Can we get on with this?" Jason added. The battle lines were clearly drawn. Lars and Kirk could care less, seeing the fun. James and Jason thought otherwise. Holding up the four straws, a smug smile crossed Lars' face. "Alright then, since I sorted them, I'll take what I'm left with. Fair?" "Fair." the other three agreed. "On three." James started. "One, two... three!" They pulled their straws, holding them up. Lars had his eyes closed the whole time, wanting the outcome to be a surprise for him. Kirk chuckled, giving a shout of victory, in the possession of a green tipped straw. Jason looked at James and winced. You could feel the discomfort coming off James in waves. His red tipped straw dangled from between his finger and thumb. He waited, impatiently, for Lars to open his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. Lars opened his eyes, looking down and checking his straw, relieved… until James cleared his throat. “If I catch… anything, I’m coming to your houses… on Christmas Day… and I’m going to plant huge, wet kisses on all of you.” he stomped away, heading into his front room, to continue the pre-party preparations. They all looked at each other and waited for James to be out of earshot before laughing heartily. They were all screwed, due for a New Years in bed if James caught something. Lars grinned at Kirk and patted him on the arm before going to put up the booth itself, taping the mistletoe to the top. Jason and Kirk continued giggling away. “Do we need to screen people for viruses on the way in?” “How the hell are we going to manage that?” Kirk snickered, face growing thoughtful. “Do we know any doctors?” |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:28 PM Post #23 |
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Entry 4: Why did Lars respond to this invitation? He hated cheesy Christmas parties, especially when he didn't care for the hosts. At least there was an endless supply of wine and champagne. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the D.J. announced a caroling contest. “This is a joke, right?” He chased a waiter going by with more champagne. “Is it that bad?” A familiar voice asked with a smile in his tone. Lars turned around, grinning from ear to ear. Pulling his friend into a hug, he was happy he had someone to endure the torture with him. “Yes it is. I thought you weren't coming.” Lars was confused. “Yea, well I was feeling cheerful and this is a great charity. But I think we could've organized a better party drunk and blindfolded.” Kirk gasped at the tacky decorations and the bright red curtains on all of the windows. “James and Rob didn't feel like coming?” Lars handed him a glass of wine. “No, so I guess we have to be on our best behavior and represent us well. This place is crawling with reporters.” Kirk loosened a button on his shirt, revealing a little golden skin on his chest. “Yea, I like your suit, though.” Lars couldn't take his eyes off of him. He looked insanely handsome in the black suit with a purple button down shirt. He liked it that he hadn't worn a tie, and the thick silver chain around his neck complimented his complexion perfectly. His hair cascaded in tight ringlets, framing his face making him look even sexier. “Lars? Are you listening to me?” Kirk tried to shove a plate in his hand. “Huh? What?” He grabbed it from him, trying not to be too obvious. “Eat something. I don't want to carry your ass home if you get too sick to even stand up straight.” “Yea, yea, ok dad..” He took a bite of the quiche Kirk had given him. “So what are you getting James for Christmas?” “Not sure, you?” Lars shrugged. “Well I found this really rare guitar I know he would just love, so I think I might get it for him.” Kirk smiled, bringing out those dimples. “Yea, that's a really good idea. Were you on eBay again?” Lars rolled his eyes. “Maybe. I'm the highest bidder so far. So, what do you want for Christmas?” Kirk wanted to make sure he hadn't changed his mind since the last time he asked. “You, naked, in my bed...” Lars whispered, not realizing he was saying this out loud. “Umm.. what?” Kirk stammered, almost spitting his drink in Lars's face. “No, that woman behind you, sorry....” Lars felt his face burning as well as other parts of his body. Thank god she was hot since Kirk turned to look and whistled in agreement. “Want to go outside? It's fucking hot in here.” And there went another button on his shirt, opened. Lars couldn't stop staring. Why was Kirk such a tease all of the time? Did he do this on purpose? “Yea, great idea.” Lars put his plate down, loosening his own shirt. Maybe the cool air would calm him down. “Hey, look.” Kirk laughed, looking up. They were standing under mistletoe. “Too bad there's no one to kiss.” He said softly, winking at Lars. Was that an invitation? A hint? Or was he just teasing him again? Fuck this, you only live once. Lars closed his eyes, nervous as hell, leaning in, closer to him. Pressing his lips to Kirk's, he gently kissed him. Kirk kissed him back, opening his mouth, he welcomed his tongue. Lars grabbed his shirt gliding his hands on his warm, tight chest. Kirk moaned in approval, leading them outside for some privacy. They did not care who had seen that. “So, back to my question from earlier.” Kirk smiled, pulling him closer. “Yea?” Lars whispered, his face inches away. “For Christmas, what do you want?” Kirk wanted to hear it. “Come on...really?” Lars rolled his eyes. “O.k., well then I guess I'll tell you what I want.” He gave Lars's ass a squeeze. “Sure..sure.” He couldn't believe how nervous he made him. “You, naked, in my bed, wearing nothing but this around your neck.” He grinned wickedly as he held the mistletoe over his head. “Wow, yea, that could work.” Lars was cut off by Kirk kissing him passionately. “I'm leaving. Meet me at my house. All you need to bring is this.” He handed him the mistletoe and walked away. He could feel Lars staring at him, imagining him standing there bewildered and aroused. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 10 2011, 01:32 PM Post #24 |
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Entry 5: I hated these lame Christmas parties. Sure, it was nice to show the staff that all the work they'd done during the year was appreciated and blah blah blah, but... socializing with people I didn't know sucked. Since I employed at least half of them, I probably should have known them. But in any case, all these people, having fun together, reminded me of the sad fact that I had no-one. Lars and Kirk were married with children, Rob married and had talked about having kids. Me not having kids was fine, I didn't want any. I never had. My childhood had been too crappy. But the wife part... That was the most difficult thing for me. I'd had one. Didn't anymore. Because I'm, or at least I had been, a dick. But there was someone. Someone that I'd been eying, so to speak. But I hadn't done anything because she was too good for me. Or I wasn't good enough for her. “Hey, man,” Kirk said, patting my back. I just nodded at him. “Having fun?” I glared at him. He knew I didn't want to come here, but the rest of the band had pretty much forced me to. “Okay... Who peed in your coffee this morning?” I sighed. “I'm just not in the mood for a Christmas party, that's all.” “Why don't you go talk to her?” he suggested quietly. “Who?” Kirk nodded to my left. I looked toward the kitchen table and saw Kate standing there, talking to some people, laughing. Having fun. “I don't know what you're talking about.” It surprised me that I wanted to ask Kirk if he thought I had a shot with Kate. But then... I already knew I didn't. How could I have? “I'm sure you don't,” he said. Kirk probably saw through my lie. “I think sometimes it's worth to take a chance, though.” “I'm forty years old. I'm divorced and an alcoholic.” “And?” I looked at him, unable to believe that he just asked 'and?'. “And that's not enough? She's probably married, anyway. With kids.” “How will you know if you don't talk to her?” “Why would she want to talk to me?” Kirk sighed. “Right now... I really have no idea. Maybe you need to think about how you feel about yourself. I know your divorce was tough on you, and then going to rehab... But you should try to get back on your feet. Throwing a pity party for yourself and by yourself at our Christmas party... Lame, man.” “You're right. I'll be in my office,” I said, getting up. “James...” I waved my hand at Kirk, hoping that would tell him that I wasn't pissed off at him, then shoved my hands in my pockets as I left the kitchen. I wasn't watching where I was going, and, of course, walked right into someone. I cursed under my breath. “I'm sorry, I wasn't looking,” I muttered, glancing at the woman I'd crashed into. Great, it's you, I thought. She blinked at me. “Excuse me?” I groaned. “Fuck, I said it out loud. I'm sorry. Really. I'm an ass. I was just going to my office. Are you alright?” “Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?” She looked at me intently. “What?” I looked back at her, seeing those green eyes on my face... God, she was beautiful. “Are you alright, James?” I stared at her for a while, wondering what to tell her. “I'm good,” I finally told her. “How about that mistletoe?” I frowned at her. She pointed above my head. I looked up and saw that I was standing under a branch of mistletoe. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. She probably mistook my reaction as a 'no'. She nodded slightly and started to turn around. Fuck! “No, I... Kate?” She took a deep breath and glanced at me. “Yeah?” I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her to me. Then I placed my hand on her cheek and pressed my lips to hers. I traced my tongue over her bottom lip, then sucked on it softly. She responded to the kiss and I really wished I didn't have to let go of her. But I did. She took a step back as my lips left hers and I was afraid that I had blown it. “Well... I was thinking more along the lines of a kiss on the cheek, but... I guess that answered the one question I had... If you've really been looking at me or not.” My cheeks burned, I hadn't known she'd noticed. “How about I go get us some coffee and we find a quiet spot and talk about where we're going on our first date?” All I could do was nod and smile at her. Maybe this Christmas party wouldn't be so bad after all. And that was thanks to Kirk. And some mistletoe. |
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| GreenHell | Dec 18 2011, 12:18 PM Post #25 |
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Woah... I scrolled down and saw a little green book thingy mabob next to some topics instead of like red and blue and I was like ???  lol I guess we are like supposed to vote on our favorite then??? Well I liked the first entry  
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 23 2011, 02:21 PM Post #26 |
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Hey all and merry Christmas! I'll be posting the rest of the entries here in a bit. There won't be a poll about these ones since there are no two entries about the same prompt. Enjoy! |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 23 2011, 02:21 PM Post #27 |
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Entry for Santa 1989 James era “I look so fucking ridiculous.” I said out loud as I looked at myself in the Santa suit. I picked up my bottle beer and took a huge gulp. I was in the bedroom getting ready to go downstairs and surprise Lily, my fiancés daughter. She was the coolest little 5 year old I have ever met. She was my little sidekick. I loved that little girl with all my heart……like she was my own child. Lily hasn’t been doing well lately since her father walked out of her life. Poor girl has been depressed ever since. I know how she feels though. “James, are you almost ready?” Clara asked walking into the bedroom. She looked me up and down and started laughing. “ Yeah, yeah, get it all out now because this is the last time you will ever see me in this fucking thing again.” Clara walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her laughing was finally starting to subside. “ You look…cute. Its kinda sexy actually.” Clara looked up at with her sexy brown eyes and a naughty grin spread across my face. “ Well, since you like it maybe we can -” “ MOMMY!” Lily yelled cutting me off. “ I’LL BE RIGHT THERE.” Clara yelled back. “ Ok, well let’s go I want to do this before she gets too tired.” Clara looked sad. I stopped her and cupped her face in my hands. “ Everything will be ok baby I promise,” I kissed her forhead and she smiled and turned around,” now lets go, it hotter than shit in this costume.” We walked back the hallway to Lily’s room. Clara walked in first. “ Sweetie, there is someone very special to see you.” “ Who is it?” Lily asked. Clara turned back to me and motioned me to walk in. As, I walked in to Lily’s room I saw Lily’s face light up and her eyes got wide and sparkled. “ OH MY GOD IT’S FRICKIN SANTA!” She yelled. It took everything I had not to start laughing. I loved this little girl. “ Ho ho ho, merry Christmas Lily!” God, I sound like an idiot. I walked over to her side of the bed and sat down. “ Did you get my letter Santa?” She asked. “ Yes I did.” I know this because I helped her write it. “ Well, is it too late to add to the list?” Lily looked at me seriously. “ Not at all.” She looked down at her hands for a moment and then looked back up. “ My dad isn’t around anymore and………can I have a new one?” I didn’t know what to say. I sat there and stared at her for a moment trying to think of something to say. “ Well, Lily um -” “ I want James to be my daddy. Can you ask him to be my daddy?” I sat there speechless. I felt my eyes start to sting and well up with tears. I shook away the overwhelming feelings so I didn’t blow my cover. “ Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I asked. “ I’m afraid he will say no.” I looked in Lily’s eyes and saw how serious she was. I stood up. “ I’ll be right back.” I ran out of the room and into my bedroom and changed into normal clothes and ran back to Lily’s room. “ James you just missed the most amazing thing! Fricking Santa was just in my room!” She said with excitement. “ Oh I saw him,” I laughed,” so he told me you have something to ask me?” She looked at me nervously. “ Um, would you….um…would you be my daddy?” I picked her up and sat her on my lap. “ I can’t replace the daddy you already have, he will always be your daddy but I can be like a dad to you. I will always be here for, I promise.” She looked up at me with a big smile and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back letting my tears fall down my face. I heard the door open and looked up. Clara walked in and sat down. “ What’s going on?” She asked. Lily lifted up her head and looked at her mother seriously. “ Mom, James is going to be my new daddy!” She clapped excitedly. Clara looked at me puzzled. “ She asked Santa if he could ask me to be her new daddy since her old one isn’t here anymore.” I said. Clara looked at her daughter and smiled. She turned her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes. “ I love you so much, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” I smiled and kissed her softly. “ No, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” I said as I wrapped my arms around the two most beautiful, wonderful, most important women in my life. My soon to be wife and my new daughter. And to think all this came from that Santa suit. A family. My family. |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 23 2011, 02:23 PM Post #28 |
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Entry for I'll Be Home for Christmas James was staring up at the ceiling watching the seconds tick away on Christmas Eve, when he got the phone call. It was the most unexpected call he could imagine, but afterwards he leapt off the couch and ran to the car. He tore down the road and within ten minutes he was pulling up to the house where he used to live. He parked and quickly got out of the car. He peered around into the darkness for a few moments before running up the steps of the house. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, which was almost an unfamiliar activity after the events of this year, and stepped inside. “James?” said a voice which floated down from upstairs. “Is that you?” “It’s me,” he replied softly, not wanting to wake the young occupants of the household. “I’m coming up.” He padded up the stairs and made his way to the master bedroom. He pushed open the door and there, illuminated by the bedside lamp, was his heavily pregnant wife. Even though she was enormous with child, she never looked so beautiful, and at the sight of her James felt an ache in his chest. “Oh thank god,” she said, surrounded by pillows to support her bump. “I heard something, like someone walking on the gravel out the back.” “I’ll check it out,” he said, and left the room and went back down the stairs. He took the gun he had hidden behind the freezer and walked out on the back patio. He looked around for any sign of an intruder, but saw nothing and proceeded to walk out into their extensive gardens. What kind of creep would burgle a place on Christmas Eve? He’d felt a potent cocktail of fear and rage when Fran had called him in a panic saying that she thought someone was sneaking around, and he would shoot any motherfucker who threatened his family. He still didn’t see anything though, and as he walked through the yard he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He was not that monster of anger and violence anymore. The rage would only hinder his ability to do what he came here to do. The months and months that he had spent in rehab that year had taught him a thing or two about where his rage comes from, and he knew that he would do a far better job protecting his family if he got a handle on it. As he looked out into the woods behind their house for movement, a pang of pain hit him. His wife had thrown him out because of his drinking, but he drank to try to drown the volcano of anger within him. It was only when she kicked him out that he saw what he was set to lose. It was either his rage or his family, and it was the reality check which made him go to rehab. Even though he had completed his treatment and had been sober for five months, Fran still didn’t trust him and he had been renting a place nearby. There was a crunch behind him and James spun on the spot, gun poised. Two enormous eyes stared at him and he froze on the spot. Then he let out a sigh of relief. He shook his head and lifted the gun. The doe wandered past him, with a bunch of flowers hanging from its mouth. A deer. A fucking deer. He gave it a slap on the rump and it ran off back into the woods. He walked back inside, locking the back door behind him. He put the gun back behind the freezer and walked through the house. He dodged the huge, overladen Christmas tree in the lounge and poked his head into Cali and Castor’s rooms. He saw his tiny blonde children sleeping soundly and smiled to himself. He had spent two hours with the kids that day, and Fran had invited him around for Christmas lunch with the family tomorrow, but it was nice to get this extra moment with them. Before rehab he didn’t take the time to appreciate moments like these, and he would never take them for granted again. He walked back up the stairs and found Fran sitting up, waiting for him. “Anything?” she whispered. “A deer,” James replied, smiling. “It had a mouthful of your daffodils.” Fran reclined back and breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry I called you,” she said, “I just feel so helpless like this.” She rubbed her swollen stomach for emphasis. “We’ve got the best security system money can buy,” James said reassuringly. “Remember the panic button is on your bedside.” Fran looked at him and sighed. “It’s not the same,” she said. “As what?” James replied. She looked out the window and watched the light snow falling for a few moments before replying. “As having a man in the house,” she breathed. “I failed you as a husband and a father,” James said, looking at the carpet. “I don’t deserve to be around you.” He turned to leave and Fran reached out and grabbed his hand. “Maybe you don’t deserve us,” Fran said, pulling James down to sit beside her, “but we’re not a whole family without you.” She paused and took in his dejected body language. “We need you,” she whispered, barely audible. “I need you.” She ran her hand over James’ cheek and he looked at her with deep, sorrowful eyes. Her soft touch was so missed that it was almost too much to bear. “I wish I didn’t,” she said, sadly, “but I do. It took a lot for me to throw you out. I had to look inside and kill all my feelings for you so I could do the right thing by our children.” James squeezed his eyes shut. That day on the driveway will be forever burned into his mind. The day she had stood there and said that she did not want him in their lives anymore. “I thought I had killed my love for you for good,” she said, “but I didn’t. It’s just not possible.” He shook his head. “I’m so afraid of hurting you again.” he said, pulling away and putting his head in his hands. “It tears me up inside that our baby will be born into a broken home, with no one to blame but myself.” “Not broken,” Fran said, her eyes shining. “Not all the way.” “No?” James said, looking up. “We can fix it,” Fran said, reaching out to him. James linked his fingers with hers and allowed himself to be pulled back onto the bed. She tugged him closer and he wrapped her up in his arms. “I don’t feel worthy,” he whispered into her hair, a single tear running down his cheek. “Well then you make it your mission to be worthy,” Fran whispered, snuggling closer, “because this family needs a husband and a father.” James smiled and softly stroked her stomach. “Perhaps she will be our little Christmas angel,” he breathed. Fran smiled and laid her hand over James’. “Perhaps.” |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | Dec 23 2011, 02:25 PM Post #29 |
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Entry for Wrapping Gifts It was the perfect Christmas storybook evening. Snow was falling softly outside, covering the city in a gentle white blanket. A roaring log fire burned in James den, filling the little room with a cosy glow. James sat at his desk opposite, gazing into the flames thoughtfully. A rectangular box, covered with shiny green wrapping paper sat on the desk in front of him. James mentally went over the location of his family as he watched the flames dancing. Fran was watching an hour long soap opera, Cali was staying the night at a friend's house, Castor was in his room, working on a model car he was building and Marcella was finishing her homework. It was the perfect time for James to wrap the gift that he had bought for his old, special friend. His eyes roved from the fire, down to the present and he smiled. Glad I got chance to do this at last James thought. I've been so busy all week. I swear I'm busier at Christmas time then when I'm recording an album with Metallica. Right, the gift label. James had already written it out and now it just needed to be attached. He cut a piece of Sellotape and carefully stuck the label in place. His mind drifted again, as he imagined the look on his friend's face when they unwrapped the present. James smiled to himself, certain that they would love it. A knock at the door. James started, dropping the reel of Sellotape with a soft thud. The knock was repeated and James heard Fran call out to him. "Are you in there dear? I've brought you a cup of tea". "Yeah, just a sec". James' eyes darted round the room, searching for a hiding place for his gift. It wouldn't do to let Fran see it. As they had already done their Christmas shopping together and all gifts had been accounted for, Fran would wonder who this extra one was for. James lifted the lid of his desk as quietly as possible and slipped the present inside. "OK" he called out. The door opened and Fran entered, carrying a cup of hot tea, which she put on James' desk. James has a sip and grinned at her. "Ahh, thanks baby, you make a delicious cup of tea" he said. Fran smiled at him back. "You busy in here?" she asked. "Umm, nah, not really" James said quickly. "I'm just...erm, chilling out and watching the fire". "Yeah, it is really soothing" Fran agreed. "Now, you haven't forgotten than Lars and Connie are coming round for dinner tomorrow evening, have you?" Oh shit, I had! "No, of course not". Why did you ask babe?" "I just wanted to make sure that you'll be ready for when they arrive and not be tucked away in here" Fran chuckled. "I'll be ready" James grinned. "I wouldn't miss Lars' monologues about Danish Christmases for the world!" "Don't be horrid" said Fran, playfully slapping James' arm. "Right, I'm going to go back and watch my show...the adverts should have finished by now". "OK, dear" said James. Fran left the den, closing the door behind her. James had another sip of tea, waiting a minute, in case Fran had forgotten something and suddenly returned. When he was sure she had gone back to the living room, he took his gift back out and admired it. Hmm, I think I'd better take it round tonight he mused. I won't have time tomorrow now and it's Christmas Eve after that. I can't risk leaving it that late in case I'm too busy then as well. He quickly downed the rest of his tea. I'll rush and do it now, while Fran and the kids are still busy. James took his empty cup through to the kitchen, put on his coat and hat and hid his present in a shopping bag. Then he went into the living room, where Fran was watching TV. "Hey baby", he said. "I'm just popping out to buy some root beer and a replacement fuse for the tree lights. Do you want anything bringing?" "No thanks dear, I'm alright" Fran replied. "Don't be out too long, it's very cold". "I won't be" James said. Then he kissed Fran goodbye and set off. He stepped outside and closing the front door behind him, breathed in the chilly night air. The stars sparkled above in a clear sky and powdery snow covered his garden and the other gardens in the street. It was a good job that his friend only lived a couple of streets away, James thought. He didn't like driving in the wintery weather at night but he knew it would be pretty cold to be out for too long, as Fran had said. On the way to his friend's house, James called at a nearby general store, where he bought his root beer and a fuse. Although that wasn't his main reason for going out, James didn't want to lie to Fran. Also if she or one of the kids came to greet him when he returned home and he wasn't carrying anything, they would get suspicious. James left the store, his gift balanced on top of the pack of root beer. His feet crunched through the snow and his breath glittered like orange smoke every time he passed a street light. After a ten minute walk, he arrived at the desired house. He pushed the gate open, dislodging snow from the top. James could see that the lights were on in the downstairs window and he smiled. Good, they were in. He clutched the handle of his bag tightly and approached the front door. James rang the doorbell and waited, shivering a little in the evening chill. A moment later, the door opened and a pretty blonde woman stood there. She looked surprised to see James but not worried. She smiled at him. James smiled back. "Hello James" she said. "Come on in". "I erm...it's OK, thanks" said James, blushing. "I can't stop or anything. I just um...brought something for Dave". Perfectly on cue, a certain red-headed figure came into the hall and headed towards the door. "Hey Pam" he said to his wife. "Who is it?" "James, silly" Pam replied. "Look, he's brought you a present". Dave stared at James for a moment, then beamed so much that the singer blushed. "It's ah...not much" James muttered, taking the gift out of his shopping bag. "I just saw it and though, well, maybe you'd like it". Dave took the present off James and turned it round and round in his hands, as if he had x-ray vision and was trying to see inside. "You can open it now if you want" said James. "Then I can see if you like it or not". Daves' eyes lit up. "Of course I'll like it" he said, tearing off the wrapping paper. "Unless it was something really weird that I wouldn't like". James and Pam caught each others' eyes and took care not to laugh. As the wrapper fell to the floor, Dave gave a yell of delight. The present was a new guitar pedal and despite James downplaying it a moment earlier, a pretty expensive one too. "Oh wow! It's awesome!" Dave exclaimed. "That's really great, thanks dude". Reaching out, he grabbed the singer and pulled him into a hug. James squirmed and blushed but he was secretly pleased. "No problem" he said, returning the hug with his free arm. "Glad that you like it". "You bet I do" said Dave happily. The two guys released other and stood there, looking a little shy. "Erm...right then, I better get off home now" said James. "Are you sure James?" asked Pam. "You can come in and have a drink if you like". Dave nodded in agreement. "No, thanks guys" James replied. "I told Fran I wouldn't be too long. But thanks for offering though". "That's alright" both Dave and Pam said. They all said good night to each other and as the door was closed, James heard Pam saying to Dave, "No you can't play with it until Christmas day". James trudged back down the snowy path, chuckling to himself. If Fran and the kids would have known what he'd just done, he knew that his act would quickly find its way to his band mates. Then they would tease him unmercifully...especially Lars! Of course, there was still a chance that they'd find out somehow but for the moment…his secret was safe. James whistled as he headed back home, knowing that Dave's house would be *very* noisy over Christmas. The End |
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| kirks_wife | Dec 26 2011, 12:05 AM Post #30 |
Honey, I'm home!
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I totally love the entry for 'I'll be home for Christmas'. I can just imagine James doing exactly that--running over there to make sure his family are alright. And carrying a gun into the garden! I loved the deer eating the daffodils, and him comforting Francesca afterwards! 
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