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The Shortest Week.; James/OFC
Topic Started: July 8, 2012, 12:05 pm (4,167 Views)
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Ok, I'm loving it. Go on!
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I love this story too!

Yay for new authors! I hope to see more of your stories around in the future! :wavey

P.S I'm Cheryl, one of the fan fic mods. :D
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July 10, 2012, 7:19 am
I love this story too!

Yay for new authors! I hope to see more of your stories around in the future! :wavey

P.S I'm Cheryl, one of the fan fic mods. :D
Yay thank you! I love your stories too! Nearly finished a french connection now!
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kirks_wife
July 10, 2012, 7:19 am
I love this story too!

Yay for new authors! I hope to see more of your stories around in the future! :wavey

P.S I'm Cheryl, one of the fan fic mods. :D
Yay thank you! I love your stories too! Nearly finished a french connection now!
Oh thank you! Yes--there's so much backstory to L.A Connection! Glad you're enjoying them :)
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Next part and as ever, thanks for reading and commenting. It means a lot :) :heart:

Chapter Six


“Zara!” I felt James shaking my shoulder. “Wake up; you’re crying! What’s wrong?”

“Get off me you fucking bastard!” I pushed his hand away. He reached over and turned on the lamp which stung my eyes. I ran my hand over my forehead and realized I was sweating.

“Oh fuck. It was just a dream. I’m sorry…” his puffy face laughed at me.

“It’s ok. Wanna talk about it?”

“It was more like a nightmare actually. You wanted to go to the beach so we went with Kane. Everything was nice for a while and then you told him to go into the water. And he did but he just swam away. Then I kept asking you to bring him back but you just walked away and wouldn’t answer me” I finished and exhaled deeply.

“Aw I’m sorry for bring such a dick in your dreams” he chuckled.

“Haha and in real life too” he raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m kidding. Anyway, it’s not like I can control them or anything. Let’s go back to sleep. It’s only 2am.”

I turned on my side to sleep and he grabbed my hand and put it in the middle of his stomach.

“Don’t move it any lower because I’m not responsible for any…’movements’ below…”



My phone ringing woke us at 10:30am. I heard an “ugh” coming from James, clearly not impressed with being woken up. I took it from under my pillow and looked at the caller ID. It was Paul from college.

“Hello?” I answered still sleepy.

“Hey! Do you wanna come and get breakfast with us?”

“Now? I’m still in bed, Paul”

“What?! We have a class in half an hour! Some fuckin’ tutorial on water.”

“Oh shit! I thought we weren’t in until two! I gotta go, I’ll see you in a while”


I hung up and hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom with some clothes. I probably broke the world record for World’s Fastest Shower. I totally forgot about the stupid tutorial. Normally I’d skip it but because it was my last year I couldn’t afford to. I didn’t even have time to dry my hair or eat.

“James, I have to go I’m late” I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Who was on the phone?”

“Paul from college. He’s a lifesaver, I completely forgot about the tutorial I have in like five minutes. There’s food in the fridge and you know where everything is. Bye! Oh and can you feed Kane please?”

“Mhmm…” he groaned.

When I got to the front door I heard James shout down to me.

“TELL PAUL HE’S A DICKHEAD FOR WAKING ME” I just laughed and walked out the door.



When I arrived at college I barely had two minutes to spare. I sat in the hall immediately wanting to leave and go home to bed. At least this class was only an hour long then I had a two hour break until my three hour class at two so I could relax for a while. When my class finished I rang James’ phone and sat on a bench outside.

“What do you want now?!” he answered harshly.

“Whoa! I was just calling to ask how you are that’s all…”

“Oh, Zara. Hey. I’m sorry I thought you were Lars. I didn’t look at who was calling. I just got off the phone with him and we had a bit of an argument. How’s your day going?”

“Boring as hell. Are you and Lars ok?” I asked as if they were a married couple.

“Yeah but I got some bad news…or it could be good news for you, I’m not sure…” he trailed off.

“Well are you going to tell me?” I laughed.

“Yeah. Um…I have to go back to California the day after tomorrow; Lars booked a plane ticket for me…”

“That really sucks, James. But Metallica is important so I understand. I’ll be home soon. Do you want me to bring anything home?”

“Would you mind getting me a copy of Total Guitar magazine please?”

“No problem. See you later” and I hung up.

I felt completely deflated after he told me he was leaving. I knew it was coming; I just didn’t want to accept it.


“Wow. You don’t look so good, Zara. You ok?” Anna came over and asked.

“Yeah, I just got some bad news that’s all”

“Maybe you should go home. I’ll give you the notes if you want” she smiled rubbing my shoulder.

“That’d be awesome, thanks. I better go.” I got up and waved goodbye to her.



I wanted to spend as much time as I could with James before he left. I was going to lose a really good friend. I went to the store and picked up his magazine and a newspaper and got the bus home. The weather was really dull and did nothing to lift my spirits. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen and saw James taking soup out of the microwave.

“Hey! What are you doing home? Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. I just thought that…you’re probably going to think I’m stupid for saying this but…”

“I won’t, I promise. What were you going to say?”

“I thought that since you’re leaving soon we could do some stuff together before you go…if you want to that is…” I said nervously.

“I think that’s a great idea. Aren’t you missing college though? I know it’s important”

“My friend is going to take notes for me. So it’s ok” I smiled. “Here’s your magazine” I said taking it out of my bag.

“Thanks. Do you want some of this?” He said pointing to the soup.

“Please. What time did you get up?”

“About twenty minutes after you left. I couldn’t fall back asleep so I just got up and checked my messages on my phone. Ninety percent of them were from Lars shouting ‘FOCK!’ down the line” he said with an impressive Lars imitation.

“Well you are obviously missed” I smiled at him.

“Yeah…” he whispered putting a bowl in front of me on the coffee table then sitting down beside me on the couch. “How come you don’t have a dining table or something?” he laughed changing the subject.

“I never really have anybody over and I like to watch tv while I eat…is that such a crime?” I said raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nope. Not at all”



We stayed silent while we were eating then afterwards James cleaned up and we sat down on the couch. He was reading the magazine and was about to turn the page when I stopped him.

“Wait! Go back to that page. Holy shit. That’s my favorite guitar ever” I said pointing “a ’57 Gibson Les Paul Black Beauty with gold hardware.”

“It’s pretty awesome” he smiled at my knowledge of the guitar.

“$4,799 though!”

“They’re damn expensive. Are you in college tomorrow?”

“Yep. Long day too. I’m in from twelve until six. But I have to go” I sighed.

“Well we should do something now then.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. We don’t have to go out or anything, we can just chill here. You could show me that solo you said you could play last night?” he said standing up.

“Are you serious? You want me to embarrass myself playing in front of a guitar god?”

“I’m not one to judge and I’m sure that you’re awesome. Come on, for me?” he said pulling my hand.

“Ok…but be prepared to laugh…” I moaned getting up and walking to James’ room where the guitar was.


I was more than a little nervous. I had never played my dad’s guitar before. I sat on the bed while James was sat on the floor against the wall.

“What are you waiting for? You’re all plugged in. Come on, I want to hear you put McCartney to shame!” he laughed.

I took a deep breath and started to play. It wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. Thankfully I remembered all the notes. It was far from a huge or complicated solo anyway. When I stopped James gave me a huge smile and clapped.

“Thanks for my own little concert. You rock” he said throwing me some horns and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re welcome. Your first and last time hearing me play!”

“Aw no don’t say that! I feel a little intimidated now actually…”

“Liar. Why don’t you play me something now?”

“I couldn’t live up to your skills” he smiled.

“Please?” I pouted and he took the guitar from me and I rolled over on the bed to let him sit down. He started to play Alive by Pearl Jam. He played it in a different way but it sounded much better. He went on for what seemed like hours and it was magic. I was lying there just thinking of how the simple things he could do could put a smile on my face.

“Hey, why did you stop?” I said tapping him on the shoulder.

“I thought you were getting bored” he said getting up and putting the guitar away. “Move over” he said trying to squeeze onto the tiny bed.

“Do you realize all we’ve done since you got here is pretty much just eat and be lazy?” I laughed.

“Yep. I do. And it’s bliss.” He smiled at me taking my hand in his.
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Awww! I love those two being all lazy when I can't do the same! :lol:

Really, keep going, it's pretty good =)
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Chapter Seven.


“Grub’s up!” I shouted to James who was still lying on the bed after our little 'concert'. I had cooked some fajitas for us to eat seeing as he’d done a lot of the cooking since he arrived.

“James!” Still no answer. I went up to his room and found him lying on his back with his hands behind his head snoring. His t-shirt had rose up a little bit so I could see his happy trail. I stared for a while but ended up feeling like a perv so I called Kane.

“Ugh! What the fuck?!” he said with Kane on top of him licking his face. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me sleepily.

“You know, I think you might be one of the laziest people I have ever met” I smiled at him. “Now, get up because I made dinner”

“What did you make?” he asked stretching.

“Get up and you’ll find out” I told him leaving the room.

“Fine…”



We sat and ate in front of the tv as usual.

“I meant to ask, why did you take the bus to go and see your friend? I mean, couldn’t you have driven or had someone drive you there?”

“I could have, but sometimes I like to get away from the rich, rock and roll lifestyle for a while and take public transport. I think you can guess it didn’t work out that well” he giggled “No wait, I take that back. I’m glad I got lost because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you right now relaxing and enjoying your company. I like being lazy with you…and Kane obviously” he smiled nervously at me.

“I like being lazy with you too, James. I haven’t had anyone over in a while”

"None of your friends come over?"

"Not really. All they want to do is drink and party and that's not really my thing. Never has been. I don't think they understand you can have fun with out booze and stuff..."

As usual some silence followed.

“That was so good, thank you. Are you finished?” he asked standing up and taking my plate.

“Yeah. And you’re welcome.”

He came back over with a newspaper and began to scan through the pages.

“Hey look, there’s a guitar auction in the city tomorrow” he said excitedly.

“You should go. I’m in college tomorrow so you’ll be bored all day here by yourself. It’ll be fun”

“Maybe. I think I might just continue my lazy streak here with my buddy” he laughed playing with Kane.

“We should watch a movie now. Go and pick one”


He got up and walked over to a stand full of DVDs.


“Wow. You really like Hitchcock, huh? And the old Hammer Horror stuff.” He went quiet and picked up a piece of paper. “Did you draw this?”

Beside the DVDs were a pile of my sketch books from when I was a teenager. He was looking at a charcoal sketch of some sort of demon thing that must have fallen out of one of the books.

“Yeah. I used to draw a lot when I was younger. I think I’ve grown out of it now. I'd suck if I picked up a pencil now”

“Can I look through the rest please?”

“Sure, if you want to” He must have spent a good twenty minutes flicking through drawings of coffins, zombies, graveyards, ghouls and lots of other dark stuff.

“Since you’re so entertained I’m going to have a shower, ok?” I told him but he seemed to be in some sort of daze looking at my drawings so he didn’t answer me.


I showered, dried my hair and changed into my pajamas which altogether took me about a half an hour. When I walked back into the living room, James was clearing up all the pages he had spread out on the floor and put them back into their books.

“These are amazing” he said holding up one of the books. “They’re a little bit on the dark side though. Is there something you’re not telling me? Should I be worried?” he asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow and I laughed.

“Nah. I just had a fascination with ‘dark’ things and horror. My brother used to make me watch gory Japanese horror films that used to scare the shit out of me but as I got older, it became more interesting to me. And my dad worked in a stationary supply shop so he’d bring paper and pens and stuff home from work all the time so I put them to good use I guess”

“You should sell them. I bet Kirk would be interested.”

“Dude, I don’t think many people are going to want to buy a shitty pencil drawing of a pile of skulls next to a gravestone hanging up in their living room.” I chuckled at his comment.

“Well you never know. Actually, can I have one? You know, as a reminder of my time here?”

“Take whatever one you want” He picked out a black pen drawing of two skeletons sitting on a bench.

“I’ll frame it when I get home” he smiled at me.


James went and took a shower and when I looked at the clock it was 10pm. Time seemed to move so fast while he was here. I cleaned the kitchen, turned off the lights and tv then walked into the bedroom and I saw James sitting on the edge the bed in just his jeans writing something down with the guitar magazine beside him. When he saw me he quickly folded up the paper and put it in his pocket.

“Ooooh being secretive are we?” I said playfully.

“Huh? No.” he said pretending not to know what I was talking about.

“Then show me” I taunted him.

“Boring band stuff, lyric ideas. You wouldn’t be that interested…”

“Fair enough. I’m exhausted.” I yawned and climbed onto the bed and got under the covers.

“Me too.”

“Well there’s a surprise!” I said sarcastically and he shook his head laughing and flipped me off and left the room.


He came back in shorts and a tank top and got into bed beside me and held up a pair of boxers.

“Check these out…”

“And you’re showing me your underwear because?” I asked confused. He turned them around and there was a hole in the crotch. I laughed because I knew that Kane had had a go at them.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is though” he threw them at me.

“Hey!”

“They’re clean calm down…”

“Anyway, are you sure you want to sleep on the outside?” I laughed remembering what happened the last time he did that.

“I am sure. I bet I’ll be up before you in the morning.”

“I’m sure you will, James.” I sighed. “Good night”

“Night” he yawned and turned off the lamp.
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I really like it. I bet he's gonna buy her the guitar she liked.

Do I feel some light sexual tension between them?
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I like this a lot :) James and Zara are cute
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Great work so far! :tu: :D
Continue! :horns2
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:biggrin Hey hey hey I´m liking give us some more :nanner: i wanna know what this will turn out
:( can james stay a litlle bit more :P
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:biggrin Hey hey hey I´m liking give us some more :nanner: i wanna know what this will turn out
:( can james stay a litlle bit more :P
thanks! i'm not sure if he can... :( I'm writing at the moment so i'll update soon! :D
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More? :)

Chapter Eight


“Wakey wakey” he said quietly, poking me in the shoulder.

“Ugh” I slowly opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the bed already fully dressed. “What the hell?”

“You didn’t believe me, did you? I’ve eaten, showered, dressed, shaved…I even fed the bastard that ate my pants” He said smugly.

“Well congratulations. But why? And don’t talk that way about my dog!”

“I’m going to get the bus with you into the city today. I need to get money and stuff. And some underwear. Down to my last pair today” he laughed.

“Whatever..” The thought of him buying boxers made me laugh for some reason. “What time is it?” I asked rubbing my eyes.

“10am.”

“Ugh, I better get up.” I said pulling the covers back over me.


I eventually got up and showered and thought about the fact that today would be my last full day with James. And I wouldn’t even see him for the whole day. Stupid college. I put on my ripped jeans and an AC/DC t shirt, a hoodie and a pair of Vans.

“Hey! You ready up there or what?” he shouted from the kitchen.

“I’m coming! Calm down!” I shouted back to him walking down the stairs. “What’s the rush?”

“Well I don’t know what the hell you were doing up there but we need to go if you’re going to get to college on time!”

“Ok DAD!” then I looked at the clock and it was 11am. It takes me at least 45minutes to get to college. He put Kane in the garden, I grabbed my bag and we left.



We got off at the same stop and he hugged me and wished me a good day. It was only a short walk from my college to Calvin Klein so he wouldn't have to walk far.


“Aw! You bagged yourself a boyfriend! About time too!” Anna ran over to me.

“Calm down. He’s not my boyfriend.” I said with a hint of sadness.

“Who is he then?”

“A friend”

“A friend? But I know all your friends, Zara.”

“Well he’s an old friend.”

“He sure looks old…” I turned and scorned her. “So how do you know him?”

Shit. I was going to have to make up some sort of story now.

“He’s a friend of Joe’s and I ran into him the other night. He’s been staying at my place for a few days. That’s all.” She looked at me suspiciously.

“He looks familiar though. Are you sure I don’t know him? What’s his name?”

“Jim” I said sternly. “Now, enough with the questions. We have class in like, five minutes.”

“We’re not done here. I want to know more about this guy…” Anna trailed off and we walked to class.



We talked about soil and microbiology crap. Exciting stuff. Not. I looked around the lecture hall and everyone looked like zombies. I was slumped in my chair with my head against the wall thinking about how good the past few days had been. Then it was lunch for an hour. I was dreading it for once because I knew I was going to get bombarded with more questions from Anna.

“Where are we going for food?” Paul asked Anna and me.

“Fred’s Grill! I want a huge steak” Anna said and I remembered the steak James had cooked for me.


We got to Fred’s and they ordered. I wasn’t hungry.


“You not eating, Zara? Are you sick?” Paul asked me.

“No I’m just-“ Anna cut me off.

“Yep! She’s loooove sick!” she swooned and I shot her an angry glare.

“Ah so that’s why you wouldn’t come to the bar and who was waiting for you at home” Paul remembered.

“I’m not-“ She cut me off again.

“She’s going out with this guy called Jim and they’ve already moved in together. He’s much older than her too. At least 45. He’s a friend of her
brother’s….apparently….” I rolled my eyes and Paul just nodded.

“Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with you, Anna…”

“Just telling him the gossip, babe. So where is he from?”

“California”

“How does Joe know someone from California? How old is he exactly?”

“He just does and he’s not that old”

“What does he do for a living?”

“He’s eh…in the music business…”

“You should get in there, Zara!”

“Whatever…”



After they ate and my interrogation, we went back to hell. Soil, grass, water, eco systems and some other crap that I didn’t give a flying fuck about. I put my head down and fell asleep. I knew I could just grab Anna’s notes. When six o’ clock rolled around I couldn’t have been happier. I ran for the bus stop and luckily a bus was just arriving so I hopped on it without even saying goodbye to Anna.

I opened the front door and shouted for James happily but got no answer. Shit. What if he had to leave early? I dreaded the thought. I went over to the kitchen counter and found a note from him.

“Zara,
If I’m not here when you get back it’s because I’ve gone to get us dinner.
Be back soon.
J.
P.S. Go to the bedroom”


Go to the bedroom?
Confused, I went to the bedroom and on the bed there was a huge coffin shaped case and on the floor, a treasure chest-like box. I opened the “coffin” and stood back in shock and gasped. Inside was a ’72 Gibson Les Paul with a glossy Faded Cherry finish. I didn’t even want to touch it. It looked too precious. I opened the chest on the ground and inside that was a small Marshall amp. My eyes began to water. He’d spent all this money on me. A stranger. I picked the guitar up and marveled over its beauty.

“Turn it around” I heard him say behind me. I was so caught up with the guitar I didn’t even hear him come in. I turned it around and looked at the neck. It was engraved ornately in cursive script. It read “Hey, dude. I’ll miss you. Love, James.”
‘I’ll miss you’? What? Then I couldn’t hold back and tears started falling. I put it down gently and went over to him and hugged him.

“Thank you...so much. You did not have to do this. Seriously, James. But thank you so much. You’re insane” I mumbled against his chest.

“You’re welcome. And I did have to do it. I know it’s not the one you wanted but some stoner guy bought it just as I walked in. Anyway, you totally deserve it. Even if you never play it, it’s a reminder that I was here.”

“Trust me, I won’t forget in a hurry! But how did you this all done today?”

I was still hugging him and I didn’t want to let him go. Anytime I spoke I could hear the vibrations of his deep voice against my body. I felt safe with his huge arms wrapped around my shoulders. But he was leaving in a few hours.

“I know a few guys. Want to eat now? I got Italian! Your favorite, right?” he said taking my hand and walking me to the kitchen and I cleaned my tears with my other hand. “I didn’t know what to get so I kinda just…got it all” he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. He got so much food that all the trays and boxes took up the whole counter top. He gave me a plate and told me take whatever I wanted. I was spoiled for choice. I piled pasta and chicken and various sauces on my plate.


When we were both finished I took our plates and put them in the sink. I sat down beside James and Kane on the couch.

“Thank you for dinner. I think I have a food baby now” I laughed pushing my stomach out with my hands on it and laughed.

“You’re welcome.”

“Did you get your boxers today?” I laughed.

“I sure did” he said pulling his jeans down at the hip to show me the waistband.

“Hmm, Armani. Nice.”

“Do you want to finally watch a movie now? Every time we’ve tried to before, we’ve always ended up getting distracted.”

“Yeah, sure. Go pick one”


He picked “Psycho”. It was one of my favorite films. He turned of all the lights in an attempt to make it “scarier” apart from a single candle on the coffee table. I think we had been in the dark the majority of the time he was here.

I settled on the couch with my head on his shoulder and Kane was on his lap. Towards the end of the film, the reality that he was leaving finally kicked in and I started to cry. I tried so hard to hide my cries but James looked down when he heard me sniffle.

“Hey, are you ok?” he said, pausing the film.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. This film always makes me emotional.” It was such a pathetic lie.

“C’mon, I’m not stupid ok? Nobody cries at Psycho” he rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Well I do!” I said practically sobbing.

“Zara, tell me what’s wrong. Please?”

“What time do you have to leave tomorrow?”

“Is that why you’re crying? Because I’m leaving?”

“No…”


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Awwwww! James was so sweet! I could've melt if he had bought me a guitar :drool
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"Turn it around" I heard him say behind me. I was so caught up with the guitar I didn't even hear him come in. I turned it around and looked at the neck. It was engraved ornately in cursive script. It read "Hey, dude. I'll miss you. Love, James."


I love love love this so much :D
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