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Another Sorrow, Another Breath; Lars/ James, early Metallica
Topic Started: November 13, 2009, 5:44 pm (14,630 Views)
Mrs Ratfield
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this was really sad. Poor James - and poor Dave :( I don't like him but he's definitely not on my list of people whose funeral I'd like to visit...
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Owwwww............ :( :( poor James...
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The Cosmic Gerbil
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Yeah, it is so sad :(
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Wishful
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*SOBBING*
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Thanks again for reading and commenting. :D Here's a short update. Finally. :P




Pt. 24

James’ POV

“Who’s that girl I saw you talking to at the funeral?” I asked Cliff the next day. Kirk and Lars were gone, Kirk having dragged Lars off to the bar, and I’d stayed home, still feeling down. Cliff had stayed home with me, as we played records and smoked weed.

“Corrine,” Cliff answered dreamily, lighting up another joint. We were both gonna be completely blazed by the end of the night, but that was perfectly fine by me. “Do you know who Chris Poland is?”

“Yeah,” I answered, moving the needle of the record player back and replaying Thin Lizzy’s ‘Whiskey in the Jar.’ I really loved that song. It was perfect for drinking and partying, even if it was just Cliff and I. “He played guitar for Dave’s band.”

“Well,” said Cliff taking a huge toke and passing the joint to me. “Chris’ girlfriend Candi is Corrine’s older sister. That’s what she was doing at Dave’s funeral.”

I took a couple of quick tokes and sunk back down into the couch. The words ‘Dave’ and ‘funeral’ still didn’t quite register together in my mind. “She’s very pretty,” I finally said, passing the joint back to Cliff. “Do you plan on seeing each other?”

“Hell yeah,” Cliff said, holding in his smoke. After exhaling a huge cloud, he continued. “We’ve got a date on Friday. Six whole fucking days, man, I can’t wait!”

“Cool, man,” I said, accepting the dwindling joint from Cliff. I was feeling pretty bombed already, so I just let the record play. ‘Little Girl In Bloom’ sounded a million miles away, and I barely noticed as Cliff grabbed the roach from my fingers before I got burned. As Cliff chattered on about Corrine, it seemed as if we were on opposite ends of a tunnel, growing farther and farther apart. It wasn’t long before I didn’t hear him at all.
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Wishful
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Oh dear..............
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Oh, don't worry about James... he's just passed out. :rolleyes: :lol:
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Dec 24 2009, 03:00 AM
Oh, don't worry about James... he's just passed out. :rolleyes: :lol:

I thought so :biggrin he'll have sweet dreams, that's for sure :lol: Off to never-never-land....

thanks for the sequel Lori - I'm curious to read more!
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Thanks, as always. :D




Pt. 25

James’ POV

“Shit…” I groaned, stretching my sore back and cracking my stiff neck. The couch was not the greatest bed in the world. I didn’t know how Cliff did it. No matter how lit the fucker was, he still managed to make it to bed. I got up and stretched my arms above my head, groaning in pleasure as my spine popped in three different places. I went into the bedroom to see if Lars was there, and found him passed out on my bed, still fully clothed. I yanked off his shoes and threw a quilt over him, causing him to murmur but remain asleep. I thought about climbing in and snuggling up with him, but I had other plans for the day. I went to look for Cliff, knocking lightly on his and Kirk’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” came Cliff’s strained voice. I walked into a smoky room, with Cliff barely visible beyond the haze.

“You doing anything today?” I asked Cliff, knowing full well he never did anything except smoke weed during the daylight hours.

“Naw, man,” Cliff said, taking a hit of his joint. He offered it to me, but I shook my head. “Why, what’s on your mind?”

“I need help picking out a present for Lars,” I said, looking at the floor. “I want it to be something really good… his Birthday’s after Christmas, you know?”

“You got any ideas?” Cliff asked, taking another hit. I shook my head. Cliff stubbed out his roach and got up from the bed. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go downtown and have a look. Maybe we’ll find a really cool record he hasn’t got yet.”

“A record, yeah,” I said absently. I’d actually been saving up for a long time for this, and had a couple hundred dollars to spend. And I kind of already knew what I was getting for Lars, but I wasn’t about to let Cliff know that. “Say, where’s Kirk?” I asked, realizing our pretty guitarist wasn’t there.

“With his chick, probably,” Cliff said, throwing on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. “That Rebecca girl he’s been seeing.” Cliff sat on the bed and put on his shoes, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He quickly ran a brush through his hair, making me think of a girl getting ready for a date.

“Ready yet , pretty boy?” I teased.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Cliff replied sarcastically, lighting up his cigarette. “Let’s get going, bitch-ass.”
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LOL that chappy had me going awwwww and then giggle at the end :biggrin
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Happy Christmas Eve, girls! :D




Pt. 26

Lars’ POV

I woke with a start, realizing what day it was. I jumped out of bed and drew the curtains, wincing at the bright light as it flooded our bedroom. I was never the first to be up, especially not so damn early, but it was Christmas morning, and I still haven’t grown up yet when it came to Christmas.

“James, get up, it’s Christmas morning!” I yelled, shaking James excitedly. He moaned and rolled over onto his belly, covering his head with his blanket. “Ja-ames!” I whined, whipping the blanket off of him. I crawled onto his back seductively. “Please, James…” I moaned into his ear before nipping at his earlobe. James giggled and pushed his ass up into my crotch, making me hiss. “Fock!”

“You like that?” James breathed.

“Yes,” I whispered into his ear, grinding against him. “But it’s Christmas,” I reminded him. “And I,” I kissed him gently on his cheek. “Want,” I gently kissed behind his ear. “My,” I placed a gentle kiss to his neck. “Present.”

“You’re gonna love it,” James told me, “But you’re never gonna get it unless you let me get up.”

I scrambled off of him and quickly got dressed. “I’m gonna go make sure the other two are up.” I practically ran into the other bedroom, forgetting to knock in my childish excitement. As soon as I opened the door, I froze. Kirk was snuggled up in bed with Cliff. “H-Hey,” I stammered, as Cliff leaned up on one elbow, blinking tiredly at me. He looked down at Kirk, then up at me, shrugging.

“He does this all the time,” Cliff said, blushing. “What’s up, dude?”

“It’s Christmas!” I reminded him excitedly. “Get up, get up, get up!” I quickly darted from their bedroom and bounded into the living room. James was standing near our Christmas tree, and I jumped onto his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “Where’s my present?!”

“Geez, Lars, get off!” James moaned.

I jumped off and got down on my hands and knees, searching under the tree for my present from James. I checked every package until I found it, a small box wrapped elegantly in silver wrapping and a tiny gold bow.

“Ah, ah, ah, Larsy my boy,” James said, snatching it away from me. “You don’t get this one until very last.”

I pouted, wishing the other two would hurry up.
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Jäger.....

Aaaawww...
Larsy had to wait.

*squint her eyes in suspicion"
What is going on between Kirk and Cliff? :wink

MOOOORREE!!! :biggrin
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loribeth78
Dec 24 2009, 06:12 PM
James was standing near our Christmas tree, and I jumped onto his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

lol, it would be funnier if James crashed the tree :D
and hell yeah, Larsypoo likes to jump on people and receiving a piggy back :D (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Z2jCzyF3Ug - ain't he sweet?) :)
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Awwwwwwwwwwwww, Lars is so cute :heart: James is just the right size to give him a piggyback too :) Pressies are great :D I wonder what Lars' pressie is?
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Merry Christmas, everyone! :wavey Thanks for reading and I'm glad you all like it so far. :D




Pt. 27

Lars’ POV

The four of us were sat in the middle of the floor amidst torn gift wrap and crumpled bows, our brand new records and band t-shirts strewn about. I’d almost forgotten the present James had refused to give me until he retrieved it from the coffee table.

“Sit on the chair,” James said, clutching my gift to his chest. I did as I was told, and James, still on his knees, finally handed the small wrapped box to me. I saw Cliff get up and sit down on the couch, motioning for Kirk to do the same. “Go on, open it,” James told me sitting back on his heels.

I pulled off the tiny bow and ripped off the pretty wrapping paper, revealing a plain white box. I curiously turned it over and slowly lifted up one of the flaps, almost afraid of what might be inside. My fingers slowly disappeared inside, and finally pulled out a small, black velvet case. I gasped.

“Oh, my God… James,” I breathed. “I-Is this… what I think it is?”

Kirk looked at Cliff, raising his eyebrows. Cliff grinned and elbowed him. My shaking hands slowly opened up the little velvet box, and my hand went up to my mouth as I saw a bright, gleaming diamond embedded in a shimmering golden band.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed again, as James took the box and removed the ring. “Oh, my God,” I repeated as James took my still shaking left hand and slipped the ring on my finger.

“Lars…” James whispered. “I love you… more than anything in the world. More than anyone in the world,” James corrected himself. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.“ James took a deep breath. “Lars… will you marry me?”

I was stunned speechless.

“Say ‘yes,’ Lars!” I heard Kirk joke. Cliff playfully punched him on the leg.

“Y-Yes, James…” I stammered. “Yes, fock yes!”
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