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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| Hawkeye | December 27, 2010, 1:05 am Post #661 |
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Blackened
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Thanks everyone! *hugs* One passed away after fighting cancer for the last two years; she was 46. And the other was killed in a car accident; he was 25. I have to go to his funeral on Tuesday
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| Olyamet | December 27, 2010, 1:17 pm Post #662 |
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Jäger.....
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It sucks when people die so young.
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| Olyamet | December 28, 2010, 6:25 pm Post #663 |
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Jäger.....
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OMG! Trinny!!! Thanks! More Lars coming soon! OMG! I just looked, this is the post 666 on this story!!!
Edited by Olyamet, January 1, 2011, 3:53 pm.
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| mishmash | January 2, 2011, 3:25 pm Post #664 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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*bump*
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| Olyamet | January 2, 2011, 3:27 pm Post #665 |
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Jäger.....
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SORRY!!!!! I'm working on it, I swear! All this party... drinking...
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| mishmash | January 2, 2011, 10:49 pm Post #666 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Ahaha, it's all good! I just don't want this fic to get buried pages back! It's too good for that
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| Olyamet | January 4, 2011, 11:29 pm Post #667 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks! Love you girls, sorry for a long wait. (Angel's POV continue) I stepped into the closet and changed into more presentable clothes, just in case someone was up, slowly exiting the bedroom with a sigh and making my way to the kitchen. I was just about to pull everything I needed to make pancakes out when I heard sounds from the sun-room. At first, I thought it was the small waterfall that we had in the middle of it making that noise, but as I walked closer to the dividing wall made of glass bricks, I clearly heard a quiet conversation. “Okay, I told you all about my trip to Australia and New Zealand, now it's you turn, and would you please stop leaving all the blanket for me, I'm not cold, so pull your half higher up.” I recognized Cindy's voice. She's up already? Wonder why... as long as I remember, she was the same as me, not a morning person. “I'm afraid I have no more stories...” A male voice answered in half a whisper, and it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place who it belonged to. Interesting... Cindy is up, sounds cheerful, and she's talking to some guy... hm... I carefully peeked from behind the wall, but all I saw was the furniture. Someone's hand grabbed at the back of the couch and another whisper followed. “My life was a bit boring before Cambodia, there is really nothing else to tell... unlike you, I never traveled much, only in my mind while reading.” Cambodia? Max? Oh, my God! Cindy and Max?! I barely held my gasp and listened closer. “Then you have to have a great imagination!” Oh... do I hear flirting notes in Cindy's voice? Wow... I never remember her been flirty, she was always the quiet one... hm... I felt my lips sliding into a whisked grin. “I guess it all started when I read Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. I was nine... I just imagined all the places they traveled, the wild animals, the submarine... you know, I spent a lot of time in the library, often staying over till closing time. Maybe that is why I never got any friends, I was a geek to everyone at school, so books became my friends, and a few cats that lived there for mice control became my family. Later, I got a job there and started to stay overnight... my house wasn't a very... friendly or safe place to be... the library became my save haven, a place to get away from my step-father's constant beating and my perpetually drunk mother... My memory of our house is just that, fear, the smell of alcohol, and bottles everywhere... Maybe that's why it took me till I was twenty-two to try my first beer...” Max never told me any of this... three night and all he ever talked about was animals! It looks like I came in on the part of the conversation when people are comfortable enough to open up... they must've been talking all night! “Wow... that's so sad... I can see you as a scared, lonely little boy... now I know why your physical appearance didn't match your behavior... I guess out childhood always leaves a permanent mark... well... my teen years were oh-so-different from yours... Angel's Mom didn't reinforced strict supervision and we often snuck out of the window of her room to hang out with her older brother and his friends. Loud music, lots of people, parties... Let me see, I tried my first beer when I was fourteen, by the time I was sixteen I tried a lot of different alcoholic drinks and tried to smoke... and not just a cigarettes... yeah, we were a bit wild...” Cindy giggled the last words. “Really? I kind of pictured you as a good girl... growing up somewhere in the US, you don't have a British accent...” Oh.. Max... you are so right... I held my breath, waiting for my friend's answer and after a long pause I heard Cindy's quiet voice. “I was a good girl... once... I used to have a twin sister, she was also my best friend... my only friend. My family lived in the upscale part of New York, me and my sister were home schooled, leaving home only to go to dancing lessons... we were isolated with our parents' strict rules. One day our class was canceled and our driver had already left to run some errands, before coming back to wait for us. We decided to go to the cafe across the street, feeling so free for the first time... we were almost thirteen... something bad happened... the police found us two days later in the woods, my sister was dead, I have no idea how I survived... as soon as I was stable enough to be moved, my family brought me to London, to protect me from the press... and memories... I didn't talk after the day we were found... and I don't know what would've happened to me if I hadn't met Angel. She just came up to me in the park of the hospital and started talking... she didn't ask me why I was there, like other kids did, she asked me where I got my pretty bracelets, then showed me hers, then asked me if I liked music and started to talk about guitars, riffs, and for the first time in six month I forgot about what happened to me, I felt normal, like we weren't in the hospital... and I didn't even noticed when I started to talk back. She became my best friend, and later I met Lisa, and three of us were inseparable after that. My parents trusted in the advice of the psychiatrist, that my friends became my much needed replacement for my lost twin, and let me hang out with them anytime I wanted...” Cindy's voice sent my mind to the past, I backed to the kitchen counter and let my memory play out. I never wanted to be in that place, fucking psych hospital for sexually abused kids with post-traumatic problems. I didn't feel the need to be there, I was putting it all behind me, but my violent outbursts scared my mother and she begged me to try it. I barely survived four days there and was planning to run away, but one day I came out to the park and saw a pale girl, she was sitting on the bench with her arms tightly wrapped around her, I'd never seen her before. There was only nine other kids there, some were younger than me, some older, all were there for much longer than me, she was a newbie just like me and looked my age, so I decided to talk to her. All that everyone ever talked about in there was what happened to us. I was sick and tired of those talks, all I wanted was to put it behind me, forget it and go back home to my music. Cindy didn't say anything at first, but I just continued blabbering, and soon she answered. We quickly became friends, and made a pact to get out of that depressive place. We became very close and even came up with a secret sign language to fool the ever-seeing eyes of the medical personnel. We did everything we could, including bribing other kids, to find out what someone who has been released home said to the doctors. It took us three weeks to figure out the code words to freedom. 'I know what happened is not my fault, I did nothing to bring this upon me and I will start my new life from this point, a clean new path'. A few days later we were free to go home... “Speaking of wild days, it's been so long since I spent all night up, I didn't even notice that it's a morning already! I wonder if anyone is up yet... Max, how about we find some coffee?” Cindy's voice brought me back to the present and I heard Max's answer. “Yeah... coffee would be great. Do you think we should relocate to the kitchen, or I can make some and bring it here?” Uh-oh... I'm about to be caught... what should I do? “Let's move to the kitchen, would feel nice to stretch my legs.” Cindy answered and I stepped away from the wall. I should pretend I just got here... yeah, that would be the best move... or even better, step out and come in when they're already here. I went behind the opposite wall, thanking God for open room design, and when I heard chairs being pulled out and the water running in the sink, I stepped in. “Oh... morning guys! I didn't know someone was already up. I was sent here to make pancakes, want to join me?” “Morning! Sure, pancakes sound great! I'll help you.” Cindy gave me a secret look and smiled, mirroring my wide grin. “Morning, Angel...” Max turned and froze for a second with the coffee pot in his hands, then looked down with a shy smile and turned back to the coffeemaker. “I wonder what James promised to do for you to be up this early and oh-my-God cook.” Cindy giggled, then pointed at Max back with her eyes, sliding two fingers over her lips, giving me our old sign of 'don't ask anything now'. I smiled and scratched my nose with one finger 'got it', then tucked my hair behind my right ear with my left hand 'I heard some of it', my fingers slid to my lips, lightly touching lower lip 'you have to tell me more soon', and I continued out loud with a sigh. “James didn't promised anything... Kat woke us up, she had a nightmare and now both of them are hungry, and here I am, ready to slave in the kitchen for my blondes, so not fair. They couldn't pick something easy, like cereal... no, they want the fucking pancakes.” I spoke with a deliberately sad tone, watching Cindy play with her right earring, 'I'll tell you when we're alone'. “Yeah, but I'm sure you'll get him later. Remember all those 'James, I want a peach, oh no, maybe red velvet cake... or something salty, no... an orange and Chinese food'? You used to drive him crazy with those cravings while pregnant with Kat! Poor guy was running all over London, looking for all kind of requests. Let me see, you're three month now, so he has about three-four months of serenity and then it'll start.” Cindy giggled. “I'm grateful for all he did, but he was the one who got me pregnant and I would much rather trade places with him and run around town, than have my tastes and moods changing every minute, not to mention the shit my body went through.” I answered, pulling everything I need for the pancake mix. Okay I guess she's a little bit right... I was horrible... this pregnancy feels different though, I haven't thrown up, not even once, no passing out... so far just my boobs grew one size bigger, to James' joy. “He may have less time of serenity left, 'coz this time it's double-troub--” “Ooohh look, there's people up and they're making breakfast! Morning!” Steve walked in, pulling Lisa behind him. Saved by the bell! I was about to blabber out my secret! But, oh... what we have here? My lips slid into a grin, Cindy's eye widened and Lisa rolled her eyes, giving us a silent nod. Oh, my God... they're back together! It's so worth it to be up so early, to find out that both of my girls got guys! Yay! ------- When the pancakes were ready and my friends started to set up the table, I went upstairs to call James and Kat. I walked into the bedroom and sighed. James was softly snoring, laying on his back with Kat sleeping on top of the blanket using her father's chest as a pillow. This is just not fair... I sighed again, made my way to the bed, and carefully laid on the other side of James, mirroring my baby's position. His arm pulled me closer to his face and a whisper blew over my skin. “Sorry love, she fell asleep on me and I couldn't move to come and get you back to bed. Sleep, if she wakes up, I'll watch her, so you can sleep a bit longer.” “Nah, I'm too exited to sleep now.” I smiled and kissed his chest. “Oh... so Steve and Lisa...” He murmured and I continued my light kisses up to his neck, whispering. “...and Max and Cindy.” “What? Max and Cindy?” James lifted his head, his eyes wide. “Yeah, by the looks of it they talked all night in our sun-room... you know, one of those all night talks...” I moved my lips to his face. “Really? Hehehehe... I hope he makes his move, if you wait too long after that kind of talk, you drift into the friend category... they're both too shy...” He breathed in the smell of my hair. “Mnn... you smell so good, did you really make pancakes?” “Yeah, and there are four people up there eating them...” I giggled, knowing what reaction I would get. “Four people eating my pancakes?! Grrr...” He moved under the covers and Kat lifted her head, looking at us with sleepy eyes. James turned to her. “Guess what baby, pancakes are ready, let's go eat before they're all gone!” |
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| tuesday's gone | January 5, 2011, 10:41 am Post #668 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Wooohooo, I like other pairs!!! I want to know more about Steve/Lisa!!! This story is heart warming. James - the gentle and devoted father is a pure killer as usual! And I like that Angel's character finally got some depth, she actually has a life beside James. It gives her character credibility. You know I haven't particularly liked her obedience to him and her giving in without a fight in many situations, so this was a welcome change. Your writing is equally enjoable in this story as in all other stories of yours, and again you displayed a great feeling for timing and atmosphere. That all-night-talk that we get a glimpse of is excellent! I wonder where Jason is... *evil grin* |
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| namenlos | January 5, 2011, 11:44 am Post #669 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Awesome chapter, I loved reading about Cindy and Max. And about how James put up with Angel during pregnancy.
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| Lilith | January 5, 2011, 12:19 pm Post #670 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Yay! Maxie got himself a girl! Poor Cindy...:( Oh, God... can'tstop drooling at the image of James snoring softly in bed... I do too want to use that chest as a pillow. *kick's daughter out of the way* ![]() More!
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| Lenne13 | January 5, 2011, 6:57 pm Post #671 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Finally! Max deserved someone for him! God ... How I love the way you hold me in your stories! Thank you Olya for the update! |
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| Olyamet | January 5, 2011, 7:52 pm Post #672 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls, for reading and for taking your time to liave a comment, means a lot to me. Love the feedback, makes you want to write more! @Bo. Jason? Hm... there will be Jason soon! @Lori. I think they fit pretty well together, both shy. @Alma. LOL He wouldn't be snoring in my bed... you know...lol @Lenne. He sure is! You most welcome, I love and always appreciate your comments! |
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| ElisabethOrion | January 5, 2011, 8:29 pm Post #673 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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Hehehe I soooooo would kick that child outta the way to get to James! Not really kick more like shove to the other side of the bed |
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| mishmash | January 5, 2011, 11:31 pm Post #674 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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aaaawwwh Max got him self a girl I want to hear more about Steve and Lisa!!! And James.. In bed... Great update
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| Olyamet | January 5, 2011, 11:49 pm Post #675 |
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Thanks girls!!! I hear so many people want Steve and Lisa? Really? I wasn't planning on it, but who knows what comes to my mind...lol And Cindy and Max too? |
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