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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,554 Views) | |
| ilovejaymz | January 16, 2012, 2:42 pm Post #706 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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My thoughts exactly
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| namenlos | January 16, 2012, 5:03 pm Post #707 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Ahhh! I'm excited and anxious!
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| SlayingTheDreamer | January 16, 2012, 5:37 pm Post #708 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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whoa, great chapters! can't wait to see more
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| Olyamet | January 19, 2012, 10:50 pm Post #709 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls so much for your comments and for reading!!! Means a lot to me!!! Love you all! Here is more. (James' POV) Alex went to make something to eat and I slowly sat up, thinking of ways to drag her right back into bed. I was all over her ever since she came back late last night. I felt so guilty for what almost happened yesterday, how close I came to cheating on her, I felt horrible and I couldn't let her read that, so I covered my state with 'I miss you so much, and I got so horny with all the strippers, I want to fuck nonstop.' And we did... until we finally fell asleep, completely exhausted. And this was not the only thing that was eating me alive. I scratched my head and sighed, remembering my talk with the guys at the party. Kirk was talking about how nice Hawaii would be this time of the year and that he will have the time of their life with Meg. “Yeah, we're planning on going somewhere too, hate to be stuck with your mother-in-law and her boyfriend in the house. Just me and Alex alone, not coming out of bed for three days.” I smiled, talking louder to cover the music. “Cool! Where are you guys going?” “I don't know yet. I'm thinking of that resort in Colorado, it was a great place as far as I remember... at least I thought it was nice, don't fucking remember half of it, we were so drunk most of the time.” I laughed. My bandmates got quiet, all staring at me. “What? Did I fucking said something wrong?” Lars looked at Kirk and then back at me. “You do focking know what date it is.. right?” “Of course I fucking know the date. December twenty-eighth.” I emptied my drink in one gulp. “Guess I better call them tomorrow, since December thirtieth is the wedding day.” I smirked, emphasizing the dates. Kirk put his drink down. “You do know that it's impossible to make any reservations at this time, since all the college people are going places like that for New Year's to party with friends, after they were stuck with their families for Christmas... right?” “Yeah... you're right. Don't want to be somewhere in the middle of drunk teenagers... well, fuck, what other nice places do you guys know?” “James... it's not the focking place that we're questioning. It's the focking date! You won't be able to find anything open right now, it's all focking booked probably three months in advance!” “But.. you got Hawaii..” I turned to Kirk. “That is why we're going to Hawaii... nothing was open, we couldn't find anything and Lorraine and Scott gave us their reservations, which they made when the tour started. They were planning to go there so we can have the house to ourselves for our break. They planed to have Christmas with us and then leave.” “Shit... I'm fucked then. I need to come up with something, since Alex is under the impression that I have all set. Fuck!” All of us went quiet, the guys thinking of ways they could help me, and me mentally kicking myself for my poor planning. “Did you ever do anything to that focking cabin you bought years ago? Remember, you were planning to make it focking livable.” Lars raised his head. “No... never got a chance... but it's a thought! We can be there all alone, snow, mountains!” “James, if that place is in the same focking condition that I saw, it's not a place for a girl. I mean, you don't even have any focking electricity there, not to mention other thing, like a decent focking toilet.” “Fuck... but it's all I have... I can't tell her that I failed my own idea. I have no choice... I hope she likes camping.” I scratched my head again and sighed, looking at the window. Yeah... I fucked up. I should've planned it better, I should've.. I didn't. It's been so long since I had to worry about little things like reservations, for so many years it was done for me, without me... I simply forgot to plan ahead! Fuck... Lars was right, it's not a place for a girl. No electricity, no running water, outhouse in the back yard... it's barely okay for guys. I bought it years ago got hunting and only used a few times. Shit... This was all I had. I gave up my rent for apartment before the tour, so did Kirk, it was that, or stay in the house with Meg's mother and her boyfriend. A cheap hotel, God knows where, was out of the question. This was all I had and she will probably hate it.... I'm fucked. I'm sooo fucked! It will be the worst New Year's ever... girls usually not into camping in the middle of the fucking winter in the middle of fucking nowhere, with no simple comfort needs... fuck... I don't even think that present I got her will make it better. My eyes glided on the slight bulge in the pocket of my jacket, which was hanging on a nearby chair. I gave her meaningless presents for Christmas, I failed to find a nice getaway, and I almost cheated. And now she's making me breakfast that I didn't deserve... I'm the worst fucking boyfriend ever... Fuck... Maybe I should go and help her... yeah, I can do that! I quickly pulled a fresh tee shirt on and, after remembering that all my jeans were in the suitcase, I lazily picked up last night's jeans off the floor and laid them on my lap. A blazing cold flash ripped through my insides like a lightning bolt. My heart stopped and dove down, seizing somewhere in the pit of my stomach. Icy cold fingers gripped into my spine, ripping it out and flooding my all of a sudden limp body with boiling dread. Fuck! Fucking whore! Bright red lipstick marks stood up like crime scene red flags on the light blue fabric, over the groin, a few more lip prints on the inside of the opening, close to the zipper. Shit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck...Oh, thank God Alex didn't see it... yet... In horror I rolled my jeans into a tight ball and swallowed. My thoughts started to jump over each other, overwhelming my sizzling in terror mind. She didn't see it yet... I need to hide it... I need to hide it fast! I look over the room, gripping at my hair in panic. Where? Where I can hide them? Where won't she find them later... when we start packing? I need to get rid of them... throw them away! I need to roll them in a garbage bag and take it somewhere.. throw it away far from home. I can't leave right now, so sudden... I can say I need to grab something... at Lars' place.. or Jason's... I need to hide it first, somewhere she wouldn't be at the moment I'm leaving... so she can't see me taking something with me... where? I need a bag... Garbage bags are in the kitchen and Alex is there right now... I can sneak out to the garage and hide it there for now. I stood up quickly, pulling my sweat pants on in a hurry, and grabbed my tell-tale jeans in my hands, making my way to the door. Wait... what if I meet her on her way back... no... I need to hide them in here, maybe in my suitcase? No.. what if she looks there... under the bed? Then how would I pull them out? Shit, shit, shit... she'll be back any minute now, think fast! As soon as I thought that, the door opened and I froze in place, feeling my fingers locking around the evidence in a death grip. Oh dear God... too late... |
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| Voxx | January 19, 2012, 11:22 pm Post #710 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Why do you leave us hanging like that!? More soon please!?
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| jØrdan | January 19, 2012, 11:27 pm Post #711 |
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Valar Morghulis
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Wha!!!???????Dude -___- Not cool. But great update
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| Olyamet | January 19, 2012, 11:41 pm Post #712 |
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Jäger.....
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^^^ It's just all I have right now... *looks at the ceiling and whistles innocently* |
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| jØrdan | January 19, 2012, 11:49 pm Post #713 |
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Valar Morghulis
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*gives you death stare* |
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| Voxx | January 19, 2012, 11:59 pm Post #714 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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*double death stare* |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | January 20, 2012, 5:55 am Post #715 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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indeed, what?? great chapter, let's see what happens next |
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| ilovejaymz | January 20, 2012, 8:15 am Post #716 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh that was a good chapter! But why doesn't he just tell her.. he didn't cheat, he did push her away.. that should mean something to her. Or is that just me?
Edited by ilovejaymz, January 20, 2012, 8:16 am.
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| tuesday's gone | January 20, 2012, 9:12 am Post #717 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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This is me after seeing "James POV" - Wonderful chapter! And a great and oh-so-true way to get them to that cabin in the mountains. His lack of organization and planning and subsequent remorse about it are so adorable!!! And then *facepalm* Why, oh why, do people avoid telling the truth at all costs!!! And what will this look like to Alex now?! (I assume she's at the door?) How is he going to explain it, given that he tried to hide it first? *spanks James* Loved every word Olya, I said a hundred times already, so I won't repeat it. But yeah, you-James chemistry - still working
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| namenlos | January 21, 2012, 11:22 pm Post #718 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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James... what the hell were you thinking?
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| Olyamet | January 24, 2012, 9:54 pm Post #719 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! Love you all!!! Here is more. (continue of James' POV) Alex walked in with a laundry basket in her hands and a guilty smile on her face. My feet got bolted to the floor and my fingers turned white, gripping tighter into my jeans. She put the basket down and looked at me. “James, I didn't make breakfast yet... I'll do it in a few minutes. Meg is freaking out and decided to have a laundry day to distract herself from thinking about all the things that can go wrong at the wedding.. I'm sorry, I know we planned to spend all day together but... she's my best friend and she needs me... I'm going to help her through this day, okay? We need to wash our clothes anyway, we'll have no time to do it later...” Alex's eyes stopped on the jeans in my hands, my heart jumped up to my throat and I swallowed it down, quickly coming up with a possible escape. “Sure, I understand! I can help, I'll pack all the dirty clothes right now, right this minute, and take them to the cleaners. You girls can go somewhere, just you and her, somewhere nice, like a girls day out.” My heart jumped loudly, pumping blood in my temples. “It's so sweet of you to offer that, but she wants to be busy... I know her... she set her mind on laundry day, so give me all you have that needs to be washed. Are those your jeans from last night? Throw them in the basket.” Alex smiled and I felt my stomach turning in a tight knot. Fuck... “I... “ My hands clenched tighter around the evidence of my near crime. “I... I plan to throw these away, got shit spilled on them yesterday, so they're trash.” “Oh, no! I love those jeans! Let me see how bad it is, maybe I can save them.” Alex stretched her arm out and I felt the hammer of doom dropping on my heart, crushing it. Her hands closed over mine and I stepped back in panic. “No, I'm throwing them away.” I pulled my clothes closer to me. “Oh, come on, don't be stubborn, I can try to save them! You have so many black jeans and not so many blue ones, and those are so nice, they look soooo great on you! I can't let them go without a fight for their life! So don't be silly and let me see.” She laughed, stepping closer and pulling on the clothes in my hands. “I said no! This is trash.” My words came out way louder than needed and Alex's smile slowly vanished off her face. “James... is something wrong?” I felt short of breath, my palms moistening, and my tee shirt clung to my back. I couldn't find the answer, freaking out under her gaze. I'm fucked... “Nothing's wrong... You can't save them, it's red wine, it's ruined and I don't want you to spend time on that. Not worth it. I'll buy new ones just like these, I promise.” I tried my last attempt at getting out of this clean and held my breath. “I have just the thing for red wine!” Her fingers touched the corner of the jeans and I felt my heart sinking. “Alex... please let me throw them away...” A whisper escaped my lips. She looked into my eyes, then at the jeans in my hands and returned her eyes to me. “James... Is there a reason you don't want me to see them?” “No... it's nothing, no reason... I just... I want to throw them away, they're old as dirt and I'm sick and tired of them.” I lowered my eyes, unable to hold her gaze. “If it's nothing, then let me see them.” There was nothing else I could say, nothing else I could do. A weak thought entered my mind, to grab my jeans and just run out of the room... but then I'd still have to explain my behavior. I'm fucked.... In complete horror, I watched her pulling my jeans out of my hands, unable to stop anything and dying inside as her hands unfolded them. “Where is the...?” She didn't finish her sentence, and her face flinched as her eyes stopped on lipstick marks. Her face turned pale, lips shook, and eyes full of pain slowly came back to me. I felt the ground shifting from under my feet, my mind struggled to pull out an explanation, and my dry mouth barely pushed out shuddering words. “It's... it's not what you think... it's nothing... I... I don't know how that got there... I was drunk..” “How drunk?” A quiet question and darkened eyes. My heart sunk, beating in overdrive, drops of sweat slithering down my back. “Not THAT drunk... Alex, really it's not what you think... it's just... I... uh... it's.. I remember now... I went to the restroom and... there was some drunk chick, not in the restroom, but on the way... and... and she fell... she was so drunk... she fell and I tried to help her up and... she was so out of it... shitfaced... she must've rubbed her face on my clothes at some point... that must be it...” I pushed the words out and felt as all the air in my lungs leave with them. Alex's hands slowly turned the sides of the zipper out and her lips quivered. “And at what point of that story did her lips end up on the inside of your pants?” “I.... Alex, it was nothing, not what you think... I... I didn't... I... I love you.” Blood pulsed loudly in my head. God please... please... help me... Alex dropped my jeans on the floor and slowly walked to the bed, sitting down. Her eyes followed her fingers, which nervously threaded on the belt of her robe, as she bit her lip, holding her tears back, and looked at me. “Please tell me the truth.” “I.... It was... I was so drunk and...” I swallowed, lowering myself on the floor by her side and trying to slow down my pounding heart. “And...” The answer pounded in my mind. I was drunk, and I came close, very close... dangerously close.... I can't... I swallowed again and lowered my eyes, breathing out my answer. “It was nothing... nothing happened.” “James... I need to know what happened before the 'nothing happened' part. All of it, the truth.” There's no escape... she hates lies... I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. I have to tell her... and be at her mercy. I lowered my head and spilled out everything. Every word, every move, even my thoughts. Nothing was left out. When I was finished, I lowered my head, breathing out a sigh. She was quiet and every second of silence loudly hammered in my throat, making it hard to breathe. It made me feel like the room was spinning around and I was falling into a black hole. I slowly returned my eyes to Alex, ready to see a stormy ocean with tears of judgment in her eyes, ready to hear an outburst of anger and pain. I held her gaze, mentally begging her to forgive me, as my lips barely whispered a question. “Are you mad at me?” My heart trembled when she lowered her eyes. “I am. I'm so mad at you that I just want to beat the shit out of you!” She looked back at me and I saw the darkness in her eyes slowly disappearing, contradicting her answer. “I'm sorry...” I whispered still unsure what to think about her answer. She said she's mad.. she doesn't look mad... “You should be! You put me through this instead of just telling me the truth in the first place! Why? Can you tell me why you did that?” “I... I found the jeans and... I thought if you saw them...I was planning to throw them away, but you came back and... I freaked out...” I mumbled, lowering my head onto her knees. She raised her hands, but instead of pulling away or hitting me, to my surprise, her hands softly brushed through my hair. So she's not mad? I let my hands travel up on her legs, pulling sides of the robe apart, lips carefully touched the skin. Her softened voice made me look up and my eyes met her's. “If you'd have just told me the truth instead of lying you would have nothing to be sorry for. I am not mad at you for what happen yesterday. That whore cornered you in the restroom at the worst possible moment. You didn't initiate that, you didn't get aroused by her, you didn't pull your pants down for her. You were drunk and hard and she was there with a very tempting proposal, at your disposal, and you didn't fuck her. Sure, you had a weak thought, James, you just a man... but you didn't act on it, you stopped. Don't you see? You were put to the ultimate test and you passed it. Not many men could've overcome the temptation, you did. I'm proud of you.” Her words made me see yesterday’s events in a completely different way. She was right... I didn't... I stopped. I resisted. Okay, so she's not mad at me for that.... oh thank God! The heaviness in my cheat lifted, but didn't completely leave. I should've told her the truth from the beginning... why didn't I? I freaked out... I didn't think straight... “I'm sorry I lied... I fucked up..... I felt so guilty... I thought if you saw my jeans... you'd start screaming and crying... and I... I'm sorry...“ I looked back at my love and she sighed, green-blue oceans smiling and lips whispered out my sentence. “I forgive you... just this once. Please never lie to me again.” “I swear... never again... Thank you.” I breathed out, standing up on my knees in front of her and pulling her to me. Our foreheads touched and I felt warmth filling my heart and spreading all over my body, finally relaxing it from the grip of fear. “Thank you...” “And for the record, if you ever cheat on me, and I have to be sure that you did, I'll never scream or make a scene, I hate all that drama. I'll just leave...” Alex's smile came out sad and my heart painfully squeezed in my chest. I know... she would do that... cold shivers ran over my spine when I thought that I could've made the wrong choice yesterday and lost her forever. My hands wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me. I will never let you go... never... |
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| jØrdan | January 24, 2012, 10:14 pm Post #720 |
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Damn. Alex is persistent, isn't she? lol But it's better now that she knows But this... “And for the record, if you ever cheat on me, and I have to be sure that you did, I'll never scream or make a scene, I hate all that drama. I'll just leave...” ~~~~~~~~~ okay man this is really scaring the shit outa me -__- UGH. This was a really good update
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lol But it's better now that she knows 
8:38 PM Jul 10