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The Shortest Week.; James/OFC
Topic Started: July 8, 2012, 12:05 pm (4,165 Views)
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Ok so I've decided to give fic writing a go. It's probably crap so if it is, tell me and I'll stop posting. Oh James is single in this btw, I didn't want to complicate the whole thing but no offense to his family because they rock. And I'm thinking 2003/2004, post-rehab, sensitive James for this. Everything is fictional so here goes nothing..literally nothing.


Chapter One.


“Ok, looks like that’s it” I sighed putting the last used paper cup in the bag.

We had been cleaning for the whole day and it still didn’t look great. Her house was a mess.

“I haven’t been to very many house parties but I know your one sucked big time, Anna. It was just full of dumb horny teenage guys and cheap booze” I told her.

“You’re just saying that because you didn’t get a guy”

“I don’t really care about that and any guys I did talk to, all just wanted to get in my pants. You know that’s not my style…looked like it was yours, though. Tell me, how many guys were in your bed last night exactly?” I teased her.

“The men like me, what can I say. You’re no fun anyway. You didn’t even drink!” she looked at me disgusted.

“Drunk slut…” I whispered.

“Did you say something?” She looked at me suspiciously.

“Nope” I smiled. “Well I have to go now and pick up my dog. I’ll see you at college, in a few days, ok?”


I was on my way back to my small house on the outskirts of New York City after being in my friend’s house for New Year’s Eve “party” the night before. I had to leave my Golden Labradoodle, Kane, with a neighbor since I was going to a party. It was about 11pm, it was raining and freezing outside and I was running home with Kane after picking him up from my neighbor to get warm and go straight to bed. The street my house was on was deserted or so I thought. I saw a man dressed in all black wearing a beanie hat and sunglasses waiting at a bus stop stopped me.


“Excuse me, ma’am?” I jumped back frightened at the guy while Kane was busy sniffing his legs. He was soaked.

“Eh, yeah?” I answered.

“Sorry if I scared you but I don’t suppose you know if there’s a bus back into the city tonight? I got on the wrong bus earlier and my cell phone
died so I couldn’t call anyone. I’ve been here for like, four hours or something just walking around” he chuckled and nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, I’m sorry dude, the buses stop running around here at 9.30pm on Sundays. Have you got a place to stay for the night?”

“Uh...no. I don’t. I looked for a hotel or motel around here for a while but I couldn’t find one…”

“Listen, I don’t normally take strangers into my place but it’s really cold out and you seem…um…nice. I’ve got a spare bedroom you can have if you like”

“That’d be amazing. You don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I minded, right? Now let’s go it’s freezing out here!”


He followed me across the street to my two bedroom house carrying a small suitcase. It wasn’t until we got to the porch with a light that I could see who it was. I stared at him for a few seconds because his face was certainly familiar. Then it clicked. James Hetfield was about to walk into my house…well if I could get my keys out of my pocket he would.


“Need a hand?” he offered seeing me struggling.

”Can you hold him for a second please?” I smiled as I finally got the door open and let him walk in before me with the dog.


“You can let him go. Make yourself at home. Your room is the first on the right down up the stairs. If you give me your jacket I’ll put it in the dryer for you” he took off his jacket that was heavy on its own but weighed even more being wet. I pointed him in the direction of his room and
he went up and put his things in there.

“Nice and warm in here” he said rubbing his hands together “Is it just you that lives here?” he asked coming into the living room and sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, well me and Kane. My roommate moved out a few months ago after she dropped out of college. Tea or coffee?”

“Who’s Kane? Coffee would be nice, thanks.” he said as he sat down on the couch.

“Okey dokey” he laughed at my reply. “Have you eaten? I haven’t got a lot here because I haven’t been shopping but I have some junk food if you want it?” I smiled at him.


The truth was that I knew he was the front man of Metallica. I’d seen them live twice with my brother. I was a huge, huge fan but I was trying to play it cool. I didn’t want to come across as a crazy fangirl.


“Here you go. He seems to like you” I said handing him the mug and laughing as he was practically wrestling with Kane on the floor. “So what brought you all the way out here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A buddy of mine invited me out to his house because I haven’t seen him in a long time…even longer now” he laughed “but I missed the bus and stuff and it turned into a big mess to be honest.” he sighed.

“I’m just back from cleaning and throwing a lot of hungover guys out of my friend’s house after a crappy party….you can go take a shower if you want to warm up or just go straight to bed. You look a little tired if you don’t mind me saying so” I said with a soft smile.

“I’m gonna hit the sack and yeah, I’m exhausted from walking around here all day.”

“Cool. Goodnight, dude. Hope the bed is ok for you.”

“Goodnight umm…umm I’m sorry I didn’t even ask your name” he looked at me apologetically with his blue eyes.

“It’s Zara.” I smiled back at him.

“And I’m James. Thanks again for all of this. Goodnight, Zara.”

“Night, dude.”


And with that he disappeared into his room.
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I don't think I'd be able to tell James Hetfield "Night, dude" with a straight face! :P

Not bad at all! :)
You could develop more on the situation, not just the dialog. For instance, while James was putting his things in the room, you could have deveopped on her thoughts, as she was left alone for a few moments...
Hope I didn't offend!
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Another part.

Chapter Two.


I woke up at around 10am hearing the wind and the rain knocking on my window loudly. I suddenly remembered James was asleep across the hall. I got up and got dressed wearing my ripped light blue skinny jeans, an old Motley Crue t-shirt and my black Converse. I tied my long black hair up in a messy ponytail. I was the ultimate tomboy. The only thing pink in my wardrobe was a few pairs of socks.

I walked past James’ room and heard him snoring heavily. I got into the kitchen and was greeted by an excited dog and turned on the coffee machine but it wasn’t working. ‘What the hell’ I thought. I went over to the tv and tried to turn that on but nothing again. As a last resort I turned on the news on a battery powered radio and heard that the power was out in my neighborhood and the reporter said he was unsure of when it would be back. Now I had a guest to entertain with no electricity. It wasn’t like there would be much to do with power anyway. I lived by myself with a small tv, a dog and a stereo for company. It didn’t bother me at all; I preferred a quiet and simple lifestyle.


“Crap..” I said to myself as I flopped on the couch.

“Nice way to be greeted in the morning, huh?” James walked in and laughed, still sleepy.


He walked over and sat beside me on the couch wearing baggy jeans with the belt buckle open, a black tank top and white socks topped off with bed-head hair.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I asked concerned.

“Nah you didn’t, it was the rain. I only fell asleep a few hours ago actually. It’s really comin’ down out there now…” Kane jumped on his lap and set about licking his face.

“Bad news; the powers gone in the house”

“Oh well I’m sure we can-“ he stopped suddenly and stared at my t-shirt then burst out laughing.

“What’s funny?” I asked confused.

“You listen to Motley Crue? Really?”

“Don’t diss the Crue ok?! What’s wrong with some hair metal now and again? Why? What kind of music do you listen to then?”

“Good music!”

”Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked playfully.

“Black Sabbath, Misfits, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Skynyrd. Like I said, good music” he answered me with a smug smile.


We talked a bit more about music and more about Metallica, his hunger and knowledge for music knew no bounds. I loved his passion for doing the thing he loved. We spoke briefly about cars but I didn’t know much about them so I couldn’t really continue the conversation. Music and cars turned into a lot of other random topics but they were interrupted by the sound of James’ stomach rumbling. What kind of host was i? I didn’t even offer the man breakfast…

“I’m sorry” he laughed.

“If we had some power I’d have cooked you something but the fridge is out so the stuff in there’s no good and there was hardly anything in it anyway.” I got up and looked in the presses for something for us to eat and found some typical college student’s food. “So, you can have some black bananas orrrr cookies” I smiled at him holding up his choices.

“Tough choice…I’ll go with the sugar option and have the cookies if that’s ok with you?”

“Sure thing, dude” I sat down beside him and handed him the box and he got stuck in. I caught myself staring at the few crumbs that were falling in his facial hair. Even the small things about him were entertaining.

“Can I ask you something, Zara?” he asked quietly.

”Uh, yeah sure, go ahead.” I snapped out of my gaze.

“How come you keep calling me ‘dude’? I mean, I don’t have a problem with it but you haven’t called me James since I got here” he chuckled towards the end.

“Um…I don’t know really. I guess it’s just because I grew up around guys and everyone called each other dude. Look at the way I’m dressed, you probably couldn’t find a bigger tomboy” I laughed. “Oh and I meant to tell you something too…I know that you’re the Mighty James Hetfield from Metallica and yes, I love your music and no, I’m not one of your crazy fangirls.” He nodded.

“So you like our stuff, huh?”

“Yeah! I’ve seen you guys live twice. The first time I saw you, every second word that came out of your mouth was ‘shit’ or ‘motherfucker’ and I was like 10! I went with my brother and he had to pull me out of a moshpit. The second time though, you mellowed out a lot. That was only a few years ago.”

“Are you saying we’ve gotten soft?!” he looked at me shocked.

“Huh? No! Metallica will always kick ass!”

“That’s better…who’s your favorite?”

“Who’s my favorite what?”

“Who’s your favorite member of Metallica?”

“Oh, no no. You’re not gonna make me choose because if I don’t say it’s you then you’ll be pissed, right? So I’m gonna say that I love you all equally…but if you must know, it’s Mustaine” he pretended to be mad but I just stuck my tongue out at him.


After that there was some awkward silence. I think both of us were a bit tired from being kept up by the rain. It hadn’t eased at all.


“Hey have you got a radio or something?” James asked me, breaking the quietness.

“Yeah I have one hang on a minute. I better get some candles too.” It was only around 1pm but the dark clouds and heavy rain made it look like nighttime.

I gave him the radio and he scanned through the stations while I lit the candles. It was old so it could only pick up a few stations. He settled on some country station. Neither of us knew the song or artist singing. The music combined with the rain became quite soothing. So soothing, that I woke up a couple of hours later with my head on James’ shoulder.

Kane woke me up licking my hand. James’ head was resting on top of mine and his breathing was heavy so I knew he was asleep. I looked at the clock and it was 7:15pm. We’d slept for hours. I had to wake him so we could eat…if I had anything to eat that was.

“James?” I rubbed his arm to try and wake him. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. I ruffled my hand through his hair awkwardly. It was really, really soft. I’d have to find a way of asking what he hair product he used…

“JAMES!”

“Hey! Watch the hair ok! Did we sleep?” he asked stretching.

“Yeah, for a long time! I’m surprised the place didn’t catch fire with the candles burning. What do you want to eat?”

“What have you got?”

“Not much but I have some frozen pizza I can stick in the oven. That ok?” Thank god only the electricity had gone and not the gas.

“Anything is fine, I’m starving.”


After we ate we sat and talked about stupid stuff and he teased me more about my taste in music because I liked hair metal. I realized he made me laugh more than anyone else could or did. I loved his goofy sense of humor and that he didn’t hold back because I was a girl. Time flew talking to him and before we knew it, it was 11pm.

“I’m sorry but I think I’m gonna hit the hay” I yawned.

“Yeah, me too”

“Sorry if your day was so boring” I said as we both climbed the stairs. “I wish the power didn’t go. We could have done something exciting like watch tv” I smiled.

“Hopefully it’ll be back tomorrow, I hate missing Jerry Springer in the mornings” he shot me a wide, bright toothy smile that made me melt a little.

“Goodnight, James.”

“Night, dude” he said as he closed his bedroom door.


When I was lying in bed I couldn’t help but think how down to earth he was. He was nicer than many of the people I had had in my life already. He listened and was interested in what I had to say. I was looking forward to spending more time with James the person and not James the rockstar…only I didn't know how long I'd have to do it...
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I like this alot, I can see it heading somewhere! Dont doubt your writing skills or your fic, its good. Keep going, it will only suck if you stop writing and dont believe in it :)
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I like it, keep it up :)
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I still like it! :)
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Hey guys, thanks for the comments! I meant to say that if you're looking for a lot of smut, you probably won't find it in this fic because i'm going for the comedic route but who knows yet. i hope it doesn't put you off though! Here's another bit. Enjoy :)

Chapter Three.


The smell of something cooking woke me up the next morning. I looked at my alarm clock and it was blank. Still no power. I made my way to the kitchen and I heard James singing Faith No More’s version of Easy. I stopped in the hall way to hear him a little longer. His voice seemed even better in real life. Eventually he stopped and I walked into the kitchen to see him eating toast at the counter, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. I didn’t bother getting dressed so I walked in in my pajama pants and gray tank top.

“Mornin’!” he beamed, still chewing.

“Hey…” How could he be so happy on miserable mornings? “How did you make that? The power’s still out so the toaster’s not working” I asked confused.

“I grilled it in the oven. There’s more than one way to make toast. Want some?”

“No, I’m good thanks. I hope that bread was ok by the way; I can’t remember how long it’s been there. Sleep well?”

“Yeah, great” he said while putting the toast in the bin “You?”

“Yeah I slept ok too. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I think your arm is more comfortable, though.” Shiiiiit. Did I say that out loud?

“Aww. Well, you’re welcome to use my shoulder to sleep on whenever you want” he laughed.

“So what do you want to do today? The power’s still out but it’s stopped raining so maybe we could go for a walk? There’s a park a few minutes away and Kane needs his run.” I said rubbing the dog’s head.

“Sure, that’d be cool.”

“Alrighty. I’m just gonna take a shower then we can leave.”



About thirty minutes later I was ready to leave with my hair dried, wearing a hoodie, jeans and Converse. However, I walked into the living room to see James sitting on the couch wearing nearly everything he had in his small suitcase. He was sitting there in a huge winter jacket with a hoodie under it, big biker boots, thick gloves and the beanie hat I first saw him in. He looked like he’d gained around 20 pounds in 20 minutes.

“James, you know we’re going to a park and not Everest, right?”

“Hey, I’m from California, we never get weather like this so I’m not used to it. Don’t mock me, ok?!”

“Ok, whatever. Are you ready to go?”

“Yep.”

“You sure? You don’t need another jacket or want to bring a hot water bottle with you? I mean, it’s at least -150 degrees out there…” I quipped
sarcastically.

“I thought people are supposed to be nice to their guests?”

“Aw did I hurt little James’ feelings?” he gave me a pissed off look and walked to the front door and ordered me out holding the dog on his leash.



We walked around the park for a little while, with James playing fetch and teasing Kane then we finally stopped at a lake and watched the ducks slipping on the frozen water with the dog running around near us.

“Poor guys” James seriously said referring to the ducks and I laughed at his comment. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing…”

“I meant to say it earlier but thank you, Zara.” he said quietly.

“For what?”

“For all of this! Letting me stay at your apartment when you didn’t have to, giving me a warm bed, letting me eat the last of your food and for helping me relax. You’ve been too nice to me, really”

“It’s ok, James. I enjoy your company; you make me laugh a lot. And I think your sympathy for falling ducks is…cute” I smiled at him and nudged his shoulder.

“We should go to the store and get some food and some more candles. Who knows when the power will be back…”

“Kane!” I called for the dog so we could leave.

“Oh so that’s who Kane is” he smiled.

“You mean, you’ve been playing with him all this time and didn’t know his name?”

“I figured just calling him ‘boy’ would work”

“Why, who did you think Kane was?”

“I thought he was your boyfriend or something” he seemed to be relieved when found out I was single.

“Nah…”



We left and went to the shop and picked up some food and candles. James said he’d cook so I let him pick up all the ingredients but he wouldn’t tell me what he was cooking. On the way back I started to give James the gossip on each of my neighbors to fill the silence that seemed to keep plaguing us.

“The woman in there,” I pointed to the door “had an affair with the owner of the shop we were just in. Next door to her, there’s a man with 23 cats. Then in number 46, there’s a pervy old man who always slows down when he’s driving and sees me walking past. He even called me his girlfriend once when a stranger was walking past and she gave me a really disgusted look actually….”

“Man, how do you know all these things?” he said after laughing at my stories.

“I’m a girl, it’s practically in my DNA to gossip and stuff” he didn’t argue with me and just shrugged.



When we got back home, he unpacked all the stuff and made me sit in my bedroom because I wasn’t allowed to see what he was cooking but I could definitely smell some sort of meat. I thought it might be a bit hard to cook in candlelight but he pulled it off. I heard things dropping and him swearing every now and again.

“Ok you can come down, dinner’s done”

I sat on the couch and he poured me a glass of water since neither of us drank and put it on the coffee table, then put a plate in front of me with a huge steak on it covered in a reddish brown sauce with lot of vegetables around it. I knew for a fact I’d struggle to finish it.

“Enjoy!” he said sitting beside me on the couch since I didn’t have a dining table.

“Oh, James. This is amazing but the thing is…” he looked at me with puppy eyes “I’m a vegetarian…” his puppy eyes grew even bigger somehow.

“Crap. I should have asked you. I’m sor-“ I cut him off.

“I’m kidding! Had you going didn’t I? You should have seen the look on your face” I laughed.

“Well aren’t you hilarious…” he said sarcastically while I dug into my steak. It was one of the best things I’d ever tasted. “Well?” he asked.

“Fucking wow. This is amazing. Spicy, but amazing” I replied reaching for my water.

“Glad you like it, it’s my own recipe” he said with a smug smile. “We’re having a candlelit dinner for real tonight, huh?”

“Haha, yeah I guess so” I chuckled awkwardly.



After dinner, which I didn’t finish, James insisted on washing up too. I felt spoiled in my own home. We put on the same radio station as the night before and sat in silence for a while. James was slumped on the couch beside me with his hands on his stomach. He was clearly stuffed after devouring his dinner and what was left mine.

“Soooooooo…” I began trying to break the awkward silence.

“Soooo what?”

“Come on dude, make an effort! I hate this silence!”

“I’m too full to talk” he laughed “Why don’t you tell me some stuff about yourself, Zara?”

“Umm like what exactly?”

“I dunno. Anything I guess. How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m 22”

“What’s your last name?”

“Dean”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Anything Italian”

“Have you got any brothers or sisters?”

“I have one brother. His name is Joe. He pretty much raised me after…” I began to feel uncomfortable so I looked down and started to play with my hands.

“After what?” he asked softly. I hesitated to reply.

“I’ll you another time, yeah?”

“I’m sorry, Zara. I didn’t mean to upset you…” he reached over and grabbed my hand and started to rub small circles on my palm.

“It’s fine, you didn’t” I smiled at him. “When do you have to leave, dude?”

“Well, when do you plan on kicking me out?”








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So freakin cute!!!
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A little more :)

Chapter Four.


I didn’t want to kick him out at all. I hadn’t had company other than Kane since my roommate moved out and she was even more boring than me, so, like I said before I was glad he was there. We were just getting to know each other. Well, he was getting to know me, I pretty much knew all about him.

“Um, well I have to go back to college tomorrow, the holidays are over. If you stay here you might be kinda lonely.” I said, not knowing what else to say. “There’s probably a search party out looking for you too since you can’t charge your phone. Damn power…”

“Yeah. But I’ll only be lonely for a little while, right? And I have this guy” he said patting the dog’s head “I mean, you won’t be in college all day…”
I gathered that he really wanted to stay by saying this. But why here?

“No, I won’t be in college all day. But why do you want to stay here? I don’t have a problem with it but I’m just wondering”
He looked like he’d just been asked to answer the hardest question in the world.

“I don’t know to be honest. I like that it’s quiet and relaxing. It’s not like I’m gonna move in with you or anything” he laughed awkwardly, “Just for like, a week or even just a couple more days, escape reality, you know? And I have to back to California soon anyway; band stuff to take care of. Don’t worry; I’ll pay for all the food I’ve eaten on you.”

“You can stay as long as you like, James and you don’t have to pay me back for anything” he just nodded.

“So, what are you studying in college?”

“I’m studying environmental science. I don’t know why though. I’m not that interested in it. I just got offered a place and I took it because I knew I wouldn’t get a place anywhere else and it made my dad happy. I really don’t know what I want to do after college either. I’ll have to decide soon because it’s my final year.” I sighed, not wanting to think about the future because I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with it.

We stayed silent for a few seconds but then there was a bright flash and a huge roll of thunder.

“FUCK!” he jumped.

“Hahaha the King of heavy metal is afraid of some thunder!” I laughed.

“I am not! It just caught me off guard that’s all…”

“If you say so. Ok well, I’m gonna to bed, I have to be up early for college” I moaned.

“I understand” he said bending over to blow out the candles. “Ow, shit” he said quietly, putting a hand on his lower back.

“Are you alright, dude?” I asked concerned.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I think it’s from the bed. I think I’m a little tall for it” he laughed as I remembered it was a below average size single bed and he was over six foot tall. “My knees were practically wrapped around my shoulders” I felt really terrible. “It’s fine though, really”

“Oh, shit I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” I paused for a second to think. “Um…you can sleep in my bed tonight. I mean, if you want to. It’s just that it’s a king size and it might fit your gigantism better” l chuckled, trying to make the situation a bit less awkward.

“Really?” he asked standing with his hands stuck in his pockets looking at me slightly shocked. “You don’t mind?”

“It’s no problem. Just as long as you don’t hog all the covers, ok?”

“Wow. Thanks, Zara.” He said happily and coming over to hug me. He was so warm. I mightn’t need the covers after all.



I went into my bedroom after putting Kane to bed in the kitchen and got into bed while James was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He came in a few minutes later and sat on the bed to take off his boots and rolled into bed…in his t-shirt and jeans.

“Eh…dude? You’re gonna sleep in your clothes?” I asked confused.

“Well, I figured that if I slept naked it would be weird and you’d be uncomfortable with a naked stranger in your bed” he laughed.

“Do you normally sleep naked?” Why did I ask that question?!

“Uh yeah…I guess so.” He shrugged.

“Well whatever floats your boat. Night, James.”

“Sleep well”



I woke up with James’ arm across my stomach. Obviously an accident but it didn’t feel weird. I turned my head and watched him sleep. The hardly present morning light that was breaking through the curtains highlighted the muscles in his arms. A few minutes later my alarm went off. The power was back at last. James took his arm off me to reach over and hit the alarm to make it stop and stayed lying on his back. I stayed in bed for a few minutes and James had obviously fallen back asleep since I heard him snoring lightly again. The bed was so warm that I didn’t want to move. Eventually I decided to get up. Because my bed was pushed against the wall and I was sleeping on the inside, I’d have to climb over James to get out.

“OH FUCKING JESUS! FUCK!” he roared grabbing his crotch.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I said covering my mouth trying not to laugh. When did he take his jeans off?

“Yeah, and good fuckin’ mornin’ to you too!” he shouted angrily wincing in pain. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get ready to go to college, I told you yesterday.”

“Ok…” he whispered, turning over. “Christ…”



I went and had a shower and went down to feed Kane in the kitchen. I looked in the fridge. Apart from some butter, a jar of mayonnaise and a packet of sliced ham, it was empty. I’d have to go shopping on my way home. I wrote my mobile phone number down on a piece of paper with a spare key beside it and left it in the kitchen in case he needed to get in touch with me or wanted to go out. I went back in to James before I left.

”James?” I rubbed his shoulder. “James?”

“Hmm? Have you come back to inflict more pain on me?” he mumbled.

“Nah, maybe later though” I laughed “I have to leave now. I’ll go shopping on my way home. The power’s back so you can watch Jerry Springer this morning” I smiled. He didn’t reply to me. He was probably pissed at me for kneeing him in the jewels earlier. “See you later, dude” I said going to leave the room. He reached and grabbed my hand.

“Wait. What time will you be back?”

“Well I’ve only got one class so around twelve. Oh yeah, my number’s in the kitchen. Text me if you need me. If you wanna go out just put Kane out in the garden and lock the back door. I gotta go, dude.”

“Bye…”


I grabbed my bag at the door and went to wait at the bus stop...
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Moar!

=) I like this James, Jerry Springer addict and good chef :lol: :lol:
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I looooove this fic! Dont take too long to update!
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I looooove this fic! Dont take too long to update!
yay thanks for reading! :heart: i honestly didn't think people would like it but now that you do, i have some motivation to write more :)
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Chapter Five


The bus was crammed. I could barely breathe. It was 8:50 and my class began at 9:00. There was no way I’d be on time. I eventually walked into the lecture hall at 9:15 with sweating beading down my face despite the fact it was freezing and got a disgusted look from my lecturer. I mouthed a “sorry” to her.


“So today we’ll be talking about Ecotoxicology and Air Quality Monitoring….” She droned on.

As soon as I heard that I slumped down in my seat and let out a sigh. I felt like tearing my hair out it was that boring. It was going to be a long three hours in hell. About halfway through the class, I got a text that interrupted the class again. I grabbed my phone from my bag and put it on silent then opened up the text.

Hey just letting you know I got your number. Hope college is going ok. See you later.
J.”

I smiled as read the text and texted him back.

I’m dying here. My lecturer is pissed. I’d love to be watching Springer right now.

I’m dying here too. Of starvation. My stomach sounds like a dying whale. J.

Stop moaning. I’ll be home soon. And don’t snoop around my apartment or mess with Kane either!

No intentions. Me and Kane are chillin’ on the couch now. Later. J.



“Thank god!” I shouted when the class ended not caring if anyone heard me and grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the place.

”Zara! Wait!” I heard my friend calling behind me.

“I’m in a hurry, Paul. What’s up?”

“A few of us are going to a bar. You in?”

“Now?! It’s only noon! But I can’t anyway. I have to go shopping. I’ve got someone waiting for me at home. Another time maybe?”

“Your loss. See ya.” He waved.



I got home around one with the shopping and heard a guitar blaring before I even got inside. I opened the door and put the food down and shouted from the kitchen for James but I didn’t get an answer.

“JAMES!!”

I walked into “his” room and saw him sitting on the small bed playing my dad’s Fender Mustang with the dog lying on the floor. He was totally lost in the music.

“What the FUCK, James?!” I practically screamed at him.

“Oh hey. You’re home!” he said with a toothy smile.

“YES I’m home! Do you know how thin these walls are?! I could here you from outside! And I told you to not snoop around didn’t i?!” I said extremely angrily.

“Bad day at college, huh?” he asked giving me puppy eyes again and turning off the amp.

“Yeah…kinda” I sighed trying to calm down and rubbed Kane. “Help me with the shopping?”

“Yeah, sure."


We went into the kitchen and began putting away the shopping.


“Are you sure you’re ok, Zara? Have I done something to upset you because you can tell me if I have.”

“It’s a just a bad day, James. Don't worry about it.”

“You know we can talk, right? And I know that we haven’t known each other for that long at all but I feel like we kinda….connect or something…it’s a little weird actually” he down looked at his feet.

“How did you find that guitar and amp?”

“It was in the wardrobe”

“But I told you not to snoop around” I gave him a soft smile to lift the mood a bit.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were really serious. Damn. I feel really shitty now” he said running a hand over his face.

“I have a bit of a headache so I’m going to go lie down for a little while, alright? Help yourself to the food…maybe keep Kane occupied” I smiled.

“Uh…yeah sure…”



I didn’t really have a headache. I just wanted to clear my head. I was lying in bed under the covers mentally slapping myself in the face for getting mad with James. He didn’t know. I felt really, really bad. I didn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about how horrible I was. I hardly feed the guy and then I scream in his face too?


Later, I heard a knock on my door.


“Zara? Can I come in please?”

“Yeah…” I said stretching.

James came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

”How are you feeling?”

“I’m ok. Listen, I’m really sorry for getting mad at you earlier. You didn’t know…”

“I shouldn’t have been nosing around your place. And what didn’t I know?” He reached and grabbed my hand. I pulled it away and tapped on the bed.

“Lie beside me for a while?” I asked softly. He did so and lay on his side propping himself up with his elbow looking at me and took my hand again. “So, you know that guitar you were playing earlier?”

“Yeah, it’s a sweet guitar. Vintage”

“Yeah, well it was my dad’s. He died four years ago. Just as I was starting college. He was so happy that I got a place. That’s why even though I hate my classes and that the exams will kill me, I’m doing it anyway. For him, you know? And he loved that guitar; it was like a child to him. I was never allowed to touch it. Until I was three or four, he’d sit at my bed just plucking the strings until I fell asleep. It was the best sound in the world.”

“That’s really cute and I’m sorry to hear about your dad. It’s good you’re finishing college for him, though. Is your mom around?”

“No. She died when I was five. I don’t think my dad ever got over it. He never dated anyone else. He followed my mom around until she finally started going out with him. He used to rent nice cars to try and impress her and stuff” we both laughed softly and looked down at our hands.
“He never talked about her either…I never knew why. Then after my mom died he’d play the blues on the guitar every day….have I depressed you yet?” I said looking at him.

”No, not at all. I think it’s great you can talk about them so openly. What about your brother?”

“My brother was great. He helped my dad raise me. That’s why I’m such a tomboy I suppose; growing up with two guys. I used to hang out with all of his friends and play football with them even though he’s ten years older than me. But a year or two before my dad died, he said he needed to go and ‘find himself’ whatever that meant. So he travelled and got married to some English girl. I met her once. She instantly didn’t like me. I think it was because she is such a proper lady, always has her hair and nails done and I’m here in my ripped jeans and Converse! He lives in Texas on some big ranch her rich parents own. He sends me a birthday and Christmas card every year though. I wish I could see more of him but I don’t have the money. All I have is what my dad left me and the money we got when we sold the house and I’m paying rent for this place and paying college fees. It all adds up you know? It’s sad that everything revolves around money.”

I looked at James and he was still staring down at our hands. “Dude, are you ok?” I pulled his face up to look at me. I could see tears welling in his eyes. I was seeing a totally different side to him. Not the guy I was laughing and joking with yesterday or the guy who commanded an audience full of metalheads every other night. I was looking at a man who listened and cared. I wiped the tears that were starting to fall from his eyes. “Hey, I’m the girl, I’m supposed to be doing the crying and I don’t know how to deal with crying people to be honest” I said quietly trying to get him to smile. He put his arm over his eyes and faced the ceiling.

“It’s just that…you’ve gone through a lot of crappy stuff and you’ve turned out so well. You’re pretty, you’re funny, smart and amazingly kind for letting me stay here. Not many people would have taken in a stranger at night…Then I look back at the stuff I went through, you know about all of that, right?” I nodded. “And I just drank myself stupid and took all my anger and frustration out on other people”

“People deal and grieve with things in different ways I guess but at least you made yourself into a success doing something you love…metal!” I gave him the horns and he laughed with a wide smile then sighed and wiped his face.

“Sorry for crying all over your pillow” he said.

“It’s alright to cry, James. And that’s your pillow remember?”

“Are you hungry?” he said changing the subject. I was starving.

“Yeah, I think we should order in because I’m way too tired to cook for you, dude”

“Yeah that’s a good idea. And because I ate some of the ingredients you needed to cook with while you were in here sleeping” he confessed laughing.

“You know James, those puppy eyes you keep giving me won’t get you off the hook every time!” I said playfully, slapping his stomach lightly.

“Oh they will, trust me” he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.



We ordered a huge pizza that James was certain we’d finish. I just knew we wouldn’t. We sat in front of the tv watching some shitty game show that James would shout at when the contestants didn’t know the answers and he did.

“Oh come ON! Everybody knows Angus Young is in AC/DC!” he shouted throwing a hand up in the air. “People are fuckin' dumb…” he sighed with a mouth full of food and feeding some pizza to Kane.

“Hey! Don’t fatten up my dog please!”

“I didn’t do anything!” he said and puppy eyes followed. I just sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Wanna watch a movie after this? There’s a stack over there if you wanna pick one”

“What about some music instead? You got CDs?”

“Yep. Over there beside the stereo” He walked over and scanned my CD rack. I heard some “Mhmm’s” and “what the fucks” coming from him then “Aha” when he picked one and put the disc in the stereo and went over to press play on the remote but stopped.

“Actually, could you leave the room for five minutes please?” he asked.

“I guess so” I shot him a suspicious look and left.

I waited in the bedroom for what seemed like an hour.

“Alright, you can come down!”



When I went back in all the pizza stuff had been cleaned up, the tv was turned off, it was dark except for one candle on the coffee table and beside it were two spoons. I went and sat on the couch and he came over and handed me a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, sat beside me, gave me a spoon and pressed play. Paul McCartney came on the stereo singing Maybe I’m Amazed from an easy-listening rock compilation I had bought. I looked at him and gave him a huge smile and laughed a bit.

“Oh...my god...you’re such a softy, James. I might have to tell the papers about this...”

“Just trying to say thank you is all”

“You’ve said that plenty of times and you’re welcome. Fuck, this ice cream is amazing. When did you get it?”

“I went out while you were in college because I got bored. Then I thought I’d get you something nice. I was going to get you flowers but then I thought nah, too girly.” I laughed because he was right. “So I got this instead. And because I hadn’t been to an ATM and couldn’t find one, I couldn’t afford the flowers either”

“Aw well I like this a lot better” I smiled at him thankfully “I can play the solo from this song actually”

“You didn’t say you played! You’ll have to show me sometime. Are you in college tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but not until two so I don’t have to get up that early. Did you throw the pizza out?”

“No. Why?” he answered my random question.

“Good. We have breakfast for tomorrow then.” I laughed.

“You play guitar and eat pizza for breakfast? I think I’m beginning to like you” he laughed softly. I was beginning to like him too. But I couldn’t. He’d be gone soon.



We talked for a little while longer and some Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan and Jimi Hendrix came from the CD. Then James yawned.

“Tired?”

“Yeah” he replied stretching. “I think all that crying wore me out today.” He laughed.

“I’ll clean up here and you can go to bed, I’ll be up in a second” and he left.



I went into the bedroom to get some pajamas and James was taking his boots off. Just before I left he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in for
a hug. At first I didn’t really know what to do, I don't think I'd hugged someone that much in my entire life. Not even family. But he was just so warm that I wrapped my arms around his waist and he put his head on my shoulder and whispered “thank you”. I smiled and said “your welcome…again” against his chest. After a minute or two I let him go and went to the bathroom, changed and brushed my teeth.

“You can sleep on the inside tonight,” I said turning off the light “Wouldn’t want to hurt your nuts again, I know how much they mean to you” we both laughed.

“How considerate of you!”

“In the end what started off as a crappy day, turned out to be a pretty damn good one” I smiled.

“I agree. Sweet dreams, Zara” I felt him take my hand and place small kiss on top of it.

“Night, James.”
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Ugh, I cant stand the wait! I want another update now!!! This is so cute I want james and zara to be together!
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I am loving this! Your writing is awesome. Can't wait for next update! :D
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