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Pride & Joy; James/OC - Cliff etc. Romance
Topic Started: June 24, 2012, 1:14 pm (338 Views)
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This is my first James fic so please don't flame me too much.

I accept any form of criticism, I don't own Metallica, this is just something for you guys




"How did you even get in here? Come on out you go"

I felt weak as the man hoisted me up by the back of my coat and dragged me through the masses of people, waiting for them to come on stage. How did I get here? Through pain, bitterness and desperation, thats how.
My eyes drooped, I was trying so hard for him, I wanted to wave and tell him "Look I'm all better now!". But how could I when people were pulling me here there and everywhere.

"Found this one lurking, she ain't got no ticket or nothing"

I fell in a slump, my knees only just catching me upright. I was pushed out the door and into the street where nobody but smokers, merch guys and passerbys stood. I was lurking, I didn't have a ticket. But who on earth would believe someone like me? Oh yeah, I promised I would turn up to this gig so I have to go, oh by the way I don't have a ticket.

I pushed back the hair out my face as I wandered through the evening, settling down in a small alley seperating a Chinese takeaway from a shoe store. If I closed my eyes and opened my ears, I could faintly hear them. But it wasn't long before my hearing faltered and I couldn't hear anything anymore. I whacked my ear repeatedly, wanting everything to just be normal, wanting that childhood which I never really had, wanting my big brother to come and tell me everything was alright again.

I cried, I sat there and cried like some homeless beggar man. I wanted to pull at the people, beg them to take me to him, the only person who could see through the drug craving deaf maniac that was myself.

He was all I had left.

1981 -

I saw my bedroom door open and my brother standing there, gig bag in hand talking to me. I frowned and fumbled with my ear, he rolled his eyes and started making hand gestures. I shook my head, I refused to do sign language, I could hear it would just take me a while. I moved my finger around in my ear.

"What did you say?" I repeated

"I'm leaving for the gig now. Mom and dad want you to stay here"

I ran over to him, clutching him like he was my lifeline.
"Please make them change their mind" I begged. I was never allowed to travel to see him play, I was never allowed to see him play when it was just down the street. Everytime I heard him practice, I had to be there. It was so interesting, it was loud enough for me to not have to jumble around in my ear, and it was heavy enough for me to bob along to.

"Lexi, I tried ok? But they have a point" He said trying to push me off his denim jacket. He brushed himself down and looked at me, his eyes saddened a little bit when he saw my pleading face. He sighed and put a hand on my cheek.
"I'll play for you one day Lexi. If it wasn't for the fact your only seventeen, and the loudness could wreck your ears even more. I can't watch that" He said his comforting brother side coming out of it's shell.

"But Cliff you don't understand. Hearing you play, it makes me so happy" I said with a sigh "Well I guess I can't win them all"
He smiled and opened his box of cigarettes putting one to his mouth and lighting it up. He took a deep drag and exhaled in my face with a snigger. "Have a good night kid"

I smiled, I would indeed have a good night. He would have no idea.

After a good hour went by, I looked at all the outfits I had changed and swapped around repeatedly. What did someone wear to a metal gig? I was never eccentric with outfits, or with friends for that matter. Cliff looked after me during highschool, I was picked on a lot for my hearing but he was always there, getting into a stupid amount of fights just for me. All of the outfits I had picked out seemed way to normal for any kind of Metal gig. I imagined them calling me names, pointing at my clothes, Cliff shaking his head. I didn't want to be an embarassment to him.

Running across the hall, I opened the door to Cliff's room. I choked, it stank of old cigarettes, beer and sweat. But then again, being a nineteen year old guy, I couldn't expect anything different. I pushed my way through the forgotten jeans and outfits on the floor, opening his own closet. I held my breath, there it was and he was gonna kill me. I closed my eyes as if Cliff would burst in any minute and took the Misfits tank top. I put it over my head and scrunched it up a bit so it didn't look stupidly baggy on me. With a pair of black jeans and some boots, I was almost ready to go.
I flicked through the magazines. Joan Jett, Lita Ford. They all had great hair, mine was just overgrown. I took the brown strands and back combed them. My hair wasn't crazy mad, but it wasn't exactly flat and boring. Pleased with how I looked, I shimmied down the drainpipe and headed off to the metal club Cliff played at alot.

Aerosmith blasted through my ears as I walked into the dark club. Loads of people were stood around, talking or watching the empty stage. I smiled as everyone was lit illuminous blue from the lights, I had no idea why I had never been in here before. I found an empty spot by the bar and nervously, I tested my luck.
"Can I have a beer please?" I asked the bartender.
He looked at me suspiciously but then walked over to the pumps.
"What kinda beer?"

I looked around, jesus I didn't even know the types of beer.
"I uhm.. Just beer beer" I said with a nod "I don't drink a lot"

Again with a suspicious look, he gave me a bottle and I gave him some cash. I sighed in relief, thank god he didn't id me. I sipped at the beer, nodding my head, trying to blend in. Loads of people were there, long hair, short hair, rockers, thrashers, everyone.
I watched as Cliff's band came on stage, they didn't need no introduction. Everyone cheered, happy to see their Saturday night usuals.

"This is gonna be focking terrible man, I just know it"

I frowned and looked around, a few feet away was a small guy staring at the stage with the most goofy arrogant smile I had ever seen. Apart of me wanted to go kick the small foreign guy just for even poking at my brother. I held my tongue, I knew soon enough this guy was gonna get blown away.
"One two, one two"

Donny, the singer of the band tapped at the mic and I smiled, this was actually happening. A loud screech came from the microphone and clutched my ears tightly. I closed my eyes as pain shot through my eardrums. After a few minutes, I calmed myself down and rubbed them a little.
"You alright?"

I looked up and stared at the guy holding onto my arms. I didn't even realise he was there, I was too busy clutching my ears. "What?" I asked rubbing them again "Sorry I missed that".
"Are you alright? You dropped your beer"
He pointed to the floor where glass shards were surrounding my boots. I shook my head and looked up, my eyes meeting the light blue ones which were just staring at me. I don't know what quite happened, but all of a sudden I felt flustered and embarassed. "I uhm,.. dropped it. I was just being silly" I said quickly not wanting to take my eyes off the tall blonde blue eyed stranger in front of me.
"As long as your ok" He said with a nod.
"I'm just cushdy" I mumbled goofily.

He stared at me and I stared back until I heard that annoying foreign voice again.
"James, do you wanna get the fuck outta here?"

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Sekhmet49
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That's quite promising! :)

Although, I think you could have developped more on her thoughts/feelings than on the situation in the bar. That is if you like to receive advice on writing! :P
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HannahBanana
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I like it :D

Keep up the good work!
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Thanks so much for the responses. I'll take on board your feedback :)

Sorry that this updates a bit shorter than the previous. Just getting a feel for the story






I looked at the foreign guy from before staring up at the beautiful blonde guy before me. He was also looking at his friend. I presummed they had came together, and they certainly didn't sound like they were from San Fransisco. 'James' I mumbled in my own head, I rarely went goofy over guys. I didn't know if it was because of my lack of confidence to be within two inches of one or because I just wasn't interested.

"Stay" I urged making both guys look at me once more. I smiled and pointed to the stage "They are coming on. I promise you won't be disappointed". James looked at me warily but maintained his spot next to me against the bar. I watched him out the corner of my eye, just staring at the stage swigging his beer carelessly. I repeated the same sentence in my head over and over again, why was it so hard to talk to the male species? "I'm Alexia.." I said brightly holding out a hand. James looked at me and nodded turning away again. I looked at my empty hand and quickly put it back in my pocket.
"James, that's Lars" He said gesturing to the guy stood beside him, he never looked at me once. I didn't expect him to be the friendliest guy to me, but he could of at least looked at me whilst he spoke.
"Lars?" I questioned. He was definitely not American that's for sure. The guy walked round from James and placed himself in the middle of us. He looked at me with a big grin holding his own hand out. "I'm Lars Ulrich, you come here a lot?"
I stared at him, not sure if he was asking me a generic question or was hitting on me. I couldn't deny his expressions had something cute about them, but he was just too arrogant for me.
"I uhm, yeah I guess you could say that. Alexia Burton" I replied shaking the hand. At least he was polite compared to his friend.

Lars went to continue talking to me when he was interrupted by the sound of some drums and a hard guitar riff. I dropped his hand and turned to the stage. There he was, my big brother playing on stage as fast and hard as he could. I wish I knew the songs he played, I wish I already knew the basslines he had written, but this was good enough for me. I was happy, the sound was not killing off my ears in the slightest, for once I felt like a normal person who could hear everything loud and clear.
"We are motherfucking Trauma"

I was so impressed and how far he had came. It wasn't just me and Cliff in the family though, I had a big sister called Connie. I loved her dearly but for some reason mine and Cliff's bond was just one of a kind. It wasn't until a few songs later I became mightly impressed.
"Fock man, that's a bass guitar making that sound" Lars said staring gormlessly.
James was pulling the same face and I couldn't believe it either. It sounded so much like a guitar ripping a solo, but it was my brother and his bass. The same guy who sat in his room playing away on his small amp so many years ago.
"He's the one James. We need him in the band" Lars urged excitedly. James just stared at the stage and I raised an eyebrow turning to Lars.
"The bassist?" I questioned "He's my brother"
James looked at me for the first time since I dropped my beer. His eyes went from mine to Lars who was just staring back. Before I knew what was happening, James grabbed my wrist and took me to the door at the side of the stage.
"What? Excuse me?!" I yelled as they opened the door and pushed me through it. I panicked, what on earth were they gonna do? 'If they touch me Cliff will kill them, if they touch me Cliff will kill them' I thought repeatedly, almost regretting coming to this place in the start. Lars stood in front of James who was pulling me along, just looking at three doors, one leading to the stage, one leading backstage and one which was just a closet. "This one" Lars said nodding to the middle door.
'Are they gonna blackmail Cliff. Join our band or your sister gets it?' I thought and almost sniggered to myself, this was so ridiculous. We stood in the small room, bags and clothes dumped everywhere. There was an old two seater couch and a dressing table with a mirror, thats all that occupied the room.
"Why have you just manhandled me back here?" I asked as James pushed me to sit down on the couch. I rubbed my wrist where he had been dragging me and frowned when Lars had the nerve to sit next to me.

"If we are backstage and no-one knows who we are, we'll get kicked out. Your the bassists' sister. It's quite simple" Lars explained. I wasn't listening as I stared at James, now there wasn't stupid dim lighting I could appreciate all of him. He leant against the wall, arms folded as he just stared at the wall opposite. His blonde hair falling down onto his chest. His vest top showed his own love for the Misfits, and his lean arms. I wanted to crawl on the floor, grab his legs and hold on, making sure he never left. Just so I could see him forever.

As the door opened, I suddenly remember how much Cliff was gonna kill me if he found me here. I panicked, I was meant to come, watch him and leave before he got home. I quickly stood behind the door as it opened, watching all four guys come into the room.
"Who the fuck are you?" Donny asked noticing Lars and James stood there.
"We thought your band was totally awesome" Lars piped up with a smile.

Cliff sat down, a cigarette always placed in between his lips. He didn't care there was company, he didn't care that Lars was sat next to him. He was just chilled out from the gig. He rested his head back and I pulled myself across the wall. Holding the open door, hoping to slide around it. Nobody would see, nobody would see.
"You going Alexia?"
I turned around to see James there, arms folded like before but this time a smug smile sat on his face. I scowled and watched as Cliff's head shot back up, his eyes burning into mine.
"What the hell are you doing here Lexi?" Cliff growled. I felt him grab me by the arm and yank me out the room, slamming the door behind him.
I looked up at him with a small pleading smile, but his expression didn't seem impressed.
"You could of fucking damaged your ears. My band could have ruined your life" Cliff urged lifting my hair up at the sides inspecting my ears, like he would find anything anyway.
"But it didn't Cliff. Apart from the squeal from the mic at the start it was all fine" I begged and he looked at me.
He sighed and paced as he puffed the last drags from his cigarette. He looked up again and a sly smile crossed his lips.
"Did you like the show?" He asked.
I let out a breath of relief and nodded eagerly, hugging him tightly.
"It was so good Cliff. You are so talented. Will you buy me a house when you get all big and famous?" I asked with a smile of my own. He chuckled and patted my head as he unclasped my arms from around him and pushed me back slightly. I rolled my eyes, he had to keep his reputation.
"Maybe one day kid. Now go home before mom and dad know" He urged pushing me.
"Lars and James are nice Cliff. They want you to join their band"
"Yeah yeah, we'll see" He mumbled not paying attention as he dragged me out the club and out the front door. He gave me a look of warning and I shoved my hands in my pockets.
I guess I had to head home.


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HannahBanana
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Haha Lars trying to hit on her :)

Sorry if I'm a little behind, but is she deaf or just has problems with hearing?

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LooseE
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She's partly deaf, but she refuses to do anything about it
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She's partly deaf, but she refuses to do anything about it
Oh ok, thanks :)
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This is really good!! Please continue!!
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