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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,584 Views)
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Due to popular demand, a 22 year old Myles is up next. (Think James Dean with Lars' bad language!) :lol:
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Yeah! :lol:
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Myles Ulrich was just over two years Castor’s senior. At age 22, having inherited his allowance from his father, he felt invincible. The first thing he had bought was a convertible yellow Ferrari Spider which he roared up Santa Monica Boulevard. Myles’ house was the mansion Castor and Lilly had stayed at, a rented mansion in Lorna Vista Drive. He had gone to Hollywood with Lars’ approval, trying to make it in the movie industry. Instead, he had scored two breakfast cereal commercials and a cheesy voiceover for a radio jingle. Myles spent the rest of his time cruising around town, spending his seemingly never ending-inheritance in clubs and bars to gain the company of highly attractive women. He had hardly ventured to south Los Angeles to see Castor at USC, but now that James had a new house nearby, Myles drove fast around the steep turns in the L.A hills to meet Castor. He pulled into the driveway revving the engine for a loud roar. James opened the door in amazement.

‘Hey Myles!’ he greeted Lars’ son like he was his own.

‘Nice wheels!’ James’ mouth fell open in shock at the Ferrari he had pulled up in. He was glad Castor had not done the same.

‘How long have you had that?’ James asked in amazement. He’d never even bought a Ferrari for himself!

‘About six months’ Myles bragged, slamming the car door shut behind him. He had a slight swagger to his walk that James recognised instantly. He had a black leather jacket that was almost too small the rode up at the back, a pair of black skinny jeans and red patent boots that reminded James of Kirk. His hair was a curled dark blonde mess that seemed to have a life of its own. James followed their visitor into the house with a suspicious eye. In comparison, Castor looked almost nerdy. He laced up a pair of white trainers and baggy blue jeans with a white adidas top. Myles looked at his friend in amazement.

‘Dude, I told you we’re going to a club!’ Myles complained at his friend’s appearance.

‘Yeah—I know’ Castor replied naïvely. He looked down at his clothes as to suggest he was ready to go.

‘Do you have a jacket then?’ Myles grinned. He was making fun of Castor without him knowing it.

Castor opened the coat cupboard by the door and passed through his father’s collection of much trendier black leather jackets finding his new Dallas Cowboy’s blue and white jacket. He slid his arms into it proudly as ruffed his hair through his fingers. Myles shook his head with a disbelieving grin.

‘Alright, lets go Hetfield!’ he laughed.

I joined James in the foyer to meet Lars’ oldest son Myles. I had never met him before and his eyes scanned me in surprise. He had already closed the front door behind them before James could say goodnight. He chuckled to himself as we heard the Ferrari roar up the street.

‘He’s so like Lars’ James laughed.

Myles wound down the car window on Sunset and lit a cigarette. Castor did the same but for fresh air.

‘So the pregnant blonde was Hannah--your Dad’s girlfriend?’ Myles asked casually. He blew smoke expertly away from Castor like he was savouring the thought.

‘Yep’ Castor replied awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how he could look cool in return without a cigarette.

‘She’s hot—I’d love to do her’ Myles observed. Castor winced at the comment; Hannah was family to him now.

‘So how many girls have you scored since you’ve been in L.A?’ Myles asked greedily. He flicked the glowing butt out the window and accelerated fast down the busy street. Myles’ eyes were wide and alert, and Castor realised the cigarette wasn’t all his friend was smoking. Castor blushed as though he had secrets beyond Lilly. Myles couldn’t have been less interested in Castor’s fiancé. Myles meant girls like Jenny, hot cheap girls who threw themselves at guys like him. Myles took Castor’s silence to mean that he would have to guess his friend’s total.

‘Fifteen, twenty, thirty?’ Myles guessed. Castor turned to him in amazement.

‘You’ve scored that many girls?’ Castor gaped at Myles. He was slightly alarmed at the speed they were driving.

‘Me? More like fifty’ Myles gloated.

‘Fifty!’ Castor mouthed the number silently to himself.

‘Don’t worry my friend—lots of girls where we’re going tonight!’ he promised. Myles rummaged in his jeans pocket.

‘Damn’ he cursed. ‘Castor, open the glove box—I want four of the small pink ones—help yourself’ he offered. Castor did as he was told, and inside he found a large bag of multi-coloured pills. He couldn’t even imagine what they were. He shoved his hand inside the bag and selected the pink pills his friend wanted.

‘What are they?’ he asked, handing them to Myles as he drove.

‘A party mix, ecstasy mostly’ Myles replied he winked at Castor noticing he hadn’t taken a handful for himself as he suggested. They pulled up outside a noisy club where a long line of girls queued in short skirts and high stiletto heels in the cold evening.

‘It’s okay—I’ll get us some blow for later when we take some girls back home’ Myles slapped Castor on the back in a friendly gesture as he stepped from the car. Castor’s face was numb—he had no idea Myles took drugs, he worried now about his own reputation. He wished now that he hadn’t worn his new Dallas Cowboy’s jacket. The paparazzi surrounded the yellow Ferrari like moths to a flame. The boys had caught the attention of the waiting girls. Myles picked three girls: two blondes and a brunette to skip the line with them.

‘Hello sweetheart!’ he offered them each a cheeky kiss as they entered the VIP door to the club. He slung his arm around Castor’s neck, leaning in to whisper.

‘Here take her’ he offered Castor the brunette that he had chosen. Castor blushed, he had been about to protest, but the girl had already noticed him. She grabbed his hand and led him through the busy crowd to a booth. He found himself watching the smooth curves of her ass and her tanned legs in tall heels walking in front of him. He closed his eyes thinking of Lilly back home, sleeping in their bed. Castor’s mind flashed with worry as he saw the booths were filled with girls all over guys. The trap had already been laid for him as she purred into his throat, kissing at his chest as her hand stroked dangerously close to his groin.

‘Do you play for the Cowboys?’ she asked, noticing his jacket.

‘Uh huh’ he smiled proudly. Her eyes grew wide and her hand ran seductively down the middle of his chest to his belt.

‘I like football players’ she smiled, Castor’s eyes followed a long shiny necklace to her chest. Her tits were smooth and beautiful and he struggled to breath at the sight of them. She lifted his nervous hand to her waist.

‘What’s your name? I’m Alisha’ she smiled. Her lips moved into Castor’s mouth and kissed him, testing his mood with her hot tongue. He decided to kiss her in response rather than share his name. Her hand slipped greedily inside his pocket and he jumped at her touch.

‘You have….ohh’ he closed his eyes as his groin hardened. ‘You’re really pretty’ he admitted slowly in a deep breath. She grinned appreciatively and pushed her chest into Castor’s. She straddled him and he found himself holding her body as she kissed him in a hot panting breath. Myles joined them at the table with four beers. Castor accepted his reluctantly, only taking a sip—he didn’t like to admit that he didn’t drink much at all when he was out socially. He had seen what alcohol had done to his dad. Myles grinned at Castor; Alisha was all over him. He patted his jacket pocket at Castor and he remembered what Myles had promised him in the car. He had never taken drugs, he wondered about the high, whether it might relieve him of the stress he felt about the baby coming. Alisha’s lips warmed his once more.

‘You’re really hot!’ she begged. Castor couldn’t help but be flattered. Myles allowed the two blondes to adore his body much the same way. After two hours at the club, Myles had taken Castor aside.

‘Just take a bump on the back of your hand’ Myles slipped Castor a small swatch of white powder. Castor turned to Alisha, she flashed her eyes at him from across the club.

‘She’s beautiful, go on, then we can take the girls home’ Myles encouraged him. Castor did as he was told, he didn’t see how Myles would let him leave otherwise. He sniffed the powder quickly and he blinked to take the first rush. The cocaine took a moment to take effect, his face blushed hot and he felt dizzy for a moment before his chest raced like he was running on the football field.

‘Ready?’ Myles grinned at Castor’s knowing face. He knew how the drugs felt. Castor’s mind was hazy, he hadn’t remembered much. All he knew was that Alisha’s naked body was enticing him to join her in bed. His vision was blurred as he enjoyed her; his hips made rhythm into her, his body surfed on top of hers accepting her kisses while she linked her arms around his neck. He only knew that he was too hot, his body was sweating and his head pounded like the worst headache he had ever had.

In the morning, he felt low, depressed even when he woke. His body felt like he had run a marathon, like it might do it again for him if he just took some more. His barely conscious face woke, and he rubbed his eyes painfully. He was at Myles’ house where he had stayed with Lilly in another spare room downstairs, and Alisha was naked in bed next to him. He nearly jumped out of his skin in realisation. His skin smelt of her perfume and his chest was sticky with sweat. He left bed quickly and scrubbed his body in a hot shower, he couldn’t go home to Lilly smelling of another woman’s perfume. This was a nightmare, why did he go out with Myles? He was sure of one thing: he was never taking drugs again.
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Poor Castor--he's still a good boy though. :o
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YOU WROTE MORE!!!!!!! :nanner: :nanner: :biggrin

I'm 20 pages late, but here I am hehe :biggrin

I love this! It's great!!!

Castor's gonna get it trouble! I'm sure of that! And I believe it's not going to be just with Lilly! At least two huge storms ahead!


Keep going, keep going.... :biggrin
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July 20, 2012, 5:21 am
YOU WROTE MORE!!!!!!! :nanner: :nanner: :biggrin

I'm 20 pages late, but here I am hehe :biggrin

I love this! It's great!!!

Castor's gonna get it trouble! I'm sure of that! And I believe it's not going to be just with Lilly! At least two huge storms ahead!


Keep going, keep going.... :biggrin
OH hi!!!!!

You read it all already?! :lol:

Welcome back! Yes, there is plenty of trouble ahead of course, as always! :biggrin
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A month later in June, Castor flew to Dallas with Lilly. He was meeting with the bosses at The Dallas Cowboys and looking for a home for when they arrived. Lilly was now seven months pregnant and they would be moving to Dallas merely 3 weeks before she was due. The timing of it all was difficult—Castor had to be released by the USC Trojan’s at the end of the semester after receiving his Spring grades, and they needed a place to live before they baby arrived, due the same week the football season began. Francesca had wanted to come with them to house hunt, but Castor had declined her offer. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be in control of something, and with a blank cheque from the Cowboys to find a home in Texas, they were here to do exactly that.

The agent took them straight to Southlake, it was fast becoming the most affluent area in the country and 25 minutes from the stadium, was home to many of his new teammates. Castor could barely hide his profession now they were in Dallas. It might not have been L.A, but people stared and pointed everywhere he went. The agent drove them in a silver Mercedes much like his father’s. Dallas felt strangely homely to him, even though he had only visited once before. He was not even sure he had been here on tour with his dad as young boy. Texas had a sort of charm to it that he had been brought up with—somehow, it didn’t feel too far from home, although it was unmistakable that they weren’t in West Hollywood anymore. The first of three mansions they saw was a large brick house for $6 million with 6 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms and three lounges, a pool, a guest spa, a home cinema and a recording studio. Castor grinned at the guitars lined up along the walls.

‘If my Dad visited he’d never leave!’ he laughed.

The second house, was much smaller and with more of a family feel. It was further from the stadium, but with 5 bedrooms and a large garden, and family photos hung on the walls it felt much more like a place they could settle. It was still grand, the property was gated with a large rolling gate like James’ place in Hollywood, and had a master bedroom which was almost the second storey entirely on its own. Castor could see himself there—he pictured his son’s cot in the corner of the bedroom. He smiled at Lilly.

‘I really like this place’ he looked around taking in the feel. Lilly smiled hopefully.

‘I do too, Castor’ she agreed.

The third house was a blowout $18 million mansion with 12 bedrooms. When Castor stepped in the front door the height of the ceiling took him by surprise. The house went on and on, with rooms spread across 3 floors, a lift and a spiral staircase, and a security room, and space for live-in personal assistants and security. Outside, the backyard had a ranch style feel to it. There were stables, land for horses, and an enormous pool with a built in rock waterfall feature. The garden was landscaped and overlooked Grapevine Lake. Castor tried to read Lilly’s face. He hadn’t told her the price, but she had made up the difference in her mind. Her face was disbelieving. He saw her rubbing her round middle and they sat together outside while the agent gave them a moment in private.

‘I didn’t think I’d want such a large place, but I love it here’ he breathed admiring the view. Lilly nodded. She could barely speak.

‘Castor—I’m sore’ she admitted. He realised he had dragged her around three large properties that day.

‘I’m sorry darling’ he apologised, offering her a short kiss. Her mind appreciated it and returned to their thoughts of the house.

‘Can you afford this?’ she asked politely.

‘We can, yes’ he smiled confidently. ‘The Cowboys are buying me a house upfront, it’s not coming out of my salary’ he explained. Her eyes opened even wider than before.

‘Really?!’ she exclaimed. ‘Wow’. She looked around at the magnificent high stud ceiling and outside to the view beyond. Her eyes welled up emotionally and she wiped her left eye quickly.

‘What is it?’ he asked her gently.

‘I just…’ she cleared her throat before she continued. ‘When I grew up, my mom was so poor she couldn’t afford sometimes to send me to school with any lunch, and now, well, look at this place!’ she let her hands flop helplessly into her lap.

‘How much is this place, if we want to buy it Castor?’ she asked. He gulped on the price, saying it out loud was difficult after his fiancé’s heartfelt admission.

‘$18 million’ Castor muttered. ‘You’d rather be here than the last place?’ she thought carefully.

‘I preferred the second house, but I can see you want to be here more’ she smiled in compromise.

‘I do’ he kissed. ‘I’ll tell them it’s ours’ he smiled, offering her a hand to stand again on her swollen feet.

Their next trip was to the Irving Stadium. The coach he had met many times before welcomed them, and this time, Lilly waited in their players’ lounge while Castor took the grand tour. It was time to sign his contract.

‘We run exhaustive random drug testing before each game’ the coach explained. ‘I know you’re a good kid, Castor. We’re lucky we got the best in the draft this year, you’ll do great here’ they stood overlooking the tunnel from the dressing room to the field.

‘We just need your release from the Trojan’s and it’ll all be official. How did your exams go, son?’ he asked out of interest. Castor paused, he still hadn’t got his results.

‘No results yet sir, but I’m hopeful—my term papers were strong’.

‘That’s what we like to hear—see you back here in a month!’

In the car back to the airport, Castor tried to access his exam results online again. His iphone frustrated him.

‘I can’t fucking see…damn it, I need my spring semester results to know if I’ve passed, or else the Trojan’s won’t release me!’ he complained. Lilly brought up the website on her ipad and Castor tried for his results again. This time, he logged successfully into the system.

Final grades withheld--he read, and his face turned pale.
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Professor Eduardo Hernandez had been comparing Castor’s A+ term papers to his dismal performance in the end of semester final exam. He would not have passed second year Latin American History if his life depended on it. He had written two short paragraphs for each of the three required essays in the exam which were the same repetitive garbage that showed he had not read, studied or understood the course material at all. His term papers, however, had been stunning examples of articulate writing that clearly elucidated his familiarity with Latin American culture and Spanish emigrational history. There was an obvious mismatch here, even for the student whom he knew had lived and studied in Argentina for two years. He tapped his pen thoughtfully on the desk and looked up Castor’s academic record. He had stunning results so far in all his courses, yet his entry grades to USC had been mid-range at best. He had qualified for a full football scholarship, and it now didn’t help his case that he was famous on campus for being the number one drafted NFL player for the 2018 season. Everyone on campus at USC knew Castor Hetfield was playing for the Dallas Cowboys next season. The Professor shook his head; he was in a difficult position. Castor would surely not make the pro-football league if he was exposed as a college cheat, it had happened to players in the past. Their NFL contracts had been ripped in half for cheating at college just to make the draft and the pro-league.

He graded Castor’s exam a D, it was a failing grade, but enough combined with his well graded papers to pass the course without obvious suspicion. But still, he knew he had to pursue the thought that Castor Hetfield was either buying or cheating on his papers; either getting someone else to write his term papers for him or buying them on the internet. He didn’t know which, but it was the behaviour of many desperate students in the past. The same outcome was true for his other three classes, and a week later another college professor had noticed Castor’s exceptionally poor performance in his Sociology examination. The Office of the Undergraduate Dean had been informed, and his final course grades had been withheld on suspicion of plagiarism.

The Dean who reviewed the case knew it hardly mattered. Hetfield was not sticking around to finish his degree and graduate. He had qualified for the first round of the 2018 draft and taken it. Like the best college football players USC produced, not all stayed to complete their education, the lure of NFL pro-football was too much. Luckily for Castor, it was a saving grace—he was not academically inclined and would have been unlikely to graduate had he stayed on.

In San Rafael, Marcella had intercepted a plain white envelope bearing a crimson and gold emblem on the top right hand corner. The Office of the Dean was requesting an official meeting with Castor over suspected allegations of ‘unfair progress and plagiarism’. Her face turned white and she felt dizzy as she read the letter secretively in her bedroom. She thanked God that her mother had not found the letter first. Marcella called her brother with a terrified trembling voice. He answered after two short rings.

‘Marcella!’ he had been too scared to call his sister and he was glad she had first. He listened down the line while his younger sister read out the letter from the Dean.

‘You’re in big trouble, I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but we’ll figure it out’ she promised hopefully, but she wasn’t sure that she could.
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Dammit Castor :angry

This can't be good and Myles is just like his daddy :lol:
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*turns Air Raid siren on* Incoming! Into the bunker!
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Yes, yes, I read the whole thing! :biggrin I've said it before, but when you write I just take it all in, like breathing in air! It only takes a few minutes per page and it is soooo good! :D


But this one... Damn Castor :ugh: I didn't even think this could be a problem! And I smell another Myles part soon... Maybe... Please... :biggrin
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Yes, yes, I read the whole thing! :biggrin I've said it before, but when you write I just take it all in, like breathing in air! It only takes a few minutes per page and it is soooo good! :D


But this one... Damn Castor :ugh: I didn't even think this could be a problem! And I smell another Myles part soon... Maybe... Please... :biggrin
Aww, thank you! :heart: I'll see about Myles, Castor is being pretty wary of him at the moment. The Cowboy's told him about random drug tests. He knows drugs are bad and that he's gotta be a good boy.

Oooooh Yes. Castor's been having Marcella write his papers from day one. I have been dropping hints for quite a while...

Clue no.1 Castor's dorm room: He had single bed that was messy and unmade, a large desk that James was pleased to see had a small pile of books next to his laptop. James noticed there were several large opened envelopes containing sheets of scribbled paper with Marcella’s handwriting addressed to Castor.

Clue no.2 Marcella came down the stairs to greet her brother. Castor!’ she hugged him tightly.
‘How’s school?’ she asked. He smiled. ‘Much better now, thanks to you’ he smiled warmly at his sister. Lilly frowned.
‘You’re welcome!’ Marcella whispered. Castor was glad his mother was out of earshot.

Clue no.3 ‘Does Marcella…do you…how are your papers going this semester?’ she finished. Castor’s eyes knew there was an implied question behind her query.
‘Alright—why?’ he said slyly.
‘It’s just—if Marcella was caught writing your papers you’d be thrown out of school Castor, and she might lose her place to Harvard for next fall too’ Lilly explained gently.
‘I’m not cheating or anything!’ he defended himself. ‘She’s just getting me started and checking what I write’
‘I think she’s doing too much, though’ Lilly continued in a worried voice. Castor was quiet, he knew the truth. He knew Marcella wrote his papers for him nearly in their entirety, even if he didn’t want to admit it to his girlfriend.
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July 20, 2012, 2:43 pm
Dammit Castor :angry

This can't be good and Myles is just like his daddy :lol:
Myles is way too much like Lars. :lol:
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July 20, 2012, 4:45 pm
*turns Air Raid siren on* Incoming! Into the bunker!
:biggrin :lol:
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I managed to read all of yours story's in just a few days....crazy, I know but I could't help myself...woman I'm speechless :drool ...you are really,really good :D
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