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| The Drummer Girl; Met fic, inc. James, Lars, India, & more. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: July 3, 2012, 4:16 pm (117 Views) | |
| Seekanddestroyme | July 3, 2012, 4:16 pm Post #1 |
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Bad Seed
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Hey guys, just a little introduction; I'm new to this site and I have always been intrigued in writing fan fiction. This story is based around a girl called India, and mainly James and Lars. Let me know what you think! ----------------------- CHAPTER ONE. Lars looked up at me, an impressed smiled imprinted on his lips as I finished playing the drum solo I'd been working on. "Well, whadd'ya think?" I panted heavily. "Not bad, for a rookie." Lars laughed, "Only joking, that was awesome, Indie!" I couldnt help but blush slightly at his approval. Me and the band had been good friends for a couple of years now; James and I one year longer than the others. He had asked me to come on tour with them, to 'help out with the equippment'. Pah. I wasn't his personal roadie! It had already been a couple of days into the tour and I was having the time of my life. James walked in to the practice room as I and Lars were chatting. "Hey guys, we're gonna head to the hotel bar if you fancy it?" Of course, we both jumped at this proposal. You see, I've always had a thing for James. I don't know if it's his talent, his looks, or just him. Whatever it was, I liked it. Whenever he walked in to the room, I felt my knees tremble a little. Especially when he did that smirk of his. "James dude, you should totally listen to India's drum solo, it's crazy!" Lars said excitedly. My cheeks turned bright pink, Lars always knew how to make me happy. We hadn't been at the bar five minutes before word spread that the Greatest Metal Band on Earth were in town. Flocks of people flooded the hotel lobby, just for a glimpse of the guys. It was times like that, that made me think Why am I the lucky one? I was sat here, drinking beers with the coolest, funniest guys ever. I couldn't fathom it out. Security eventually got all of the fans out. We could finally kick back. As I finished the last swig of my beer I couldn't help but feel Lars looking at me from the corner of my eye. It wasn't a glare, more of a loving look. I turned to him and smiled. "Want another?" he asked. "Yeah, thanks!" He passed me the ice cold Budweiser. After a few hours and a lot of alcohol, we decided to go to James' hotel room for a little 'party'. There was about seventeen of us in the room; many of them slutty girls, or just friends of the band. We were all extremely out of it. I sat on the edge of the bed, alone. I listened to others' blurry conversations. Rob, Kirk and Lars were sat on the floor talking, James... Well, he was at the opposite end of the room, his arms around two brunette chicks; they were both giggling at his bad attempt at flirting. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in my stomach. I can't- let this.. Bother me. I winced. I was used to seeing him with other girls, he was a single man. I just wish he knew how I felt. Drunk and upset, I stumbled to the en suit bathroom. I placed myself in the bathtub, bare legs poking out of the sides. My mid length, blonde hair fell over my petite face. I had a beer in one hand. I zoned out. I didn't want to hear the giggling anymore. I don't know how much time had passed, but when I zoned back, Lars was stood at the doorway. I looked up hazily. "Indie, what's up?" He sounded genuinelly concerned. "Sh-Shut the door." He did as I asked, and then placed himself right next to me in the tub. He touched my arm gently. I started to sob, I'd held this in for so long... But I couldn't tell Lars, not him, of all people. I had been told by Kirk that Lars had a crush on me. I always had a feeling, anyway. He was always looking at me, he was so caring, and he never got with any girls. Ever. I loved him, of course I did.. But in that way? I wasn't sure. Surely, he would be the best thing for me? If only James would get out of my fucking head.. I stopped arguing with myself in my head. "Oh Lars.. I can't.. Tell you. B-but.." He put his finger to my lips, "India, I need to tell you something.." He sighed. Gulp. Is he going to? Surely not..... ------------- END OF CHAPTER ONE! If you like it, I'll make another chapter, and many more thank you if you read it! |
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thank you if you read it!




8:42 PM Jul 10