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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Olyamet | March 27, 2012, 11:10 pm Post #841 |
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Jäger.....
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Okay, I'm done with my three on the row shifts, now I have a few days off to write!!! Hope you girls still interested... |
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| MetallicaObsessed | March 28, 2012, 11:27 am Post #842 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Olya, you know we are! Bring it baby! LOL |
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| Olyamet | March 30, 2012, 10:34 pm Post #843 |
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Thanks girls!!! Love you all! Okay, so here is a little part before I move on to the next part... I was going to wait till I have it all, but, what the hell. This one first and in a few hours or tomorrow, I'll post the rest! Enjoy! (Meg's POV) I watch James' agony with my heart tearing in half. Part of it was bleeding for him, wanting to reunite the family, wanting to give him back part of Alex, another half was reminding me of the countless talks with Alex on that matter. She was struggling with the decision for years, she wanted to tell him, but she didn't want to hurt anyone, especially Jamie. With the scrambled feelings I reached for my old friend's shoulder, and his tear filled eyes peered into mine. “Meg... he...” His weak whisper brought a wave of sorrow and my heart skipped. “He doesn't know... all he knows is what Alex told him. She told him that his father is the greatest man in this world, and that you loved each other very much, but life pushed you two apart before he was born... before you knew about him... nothing more. She never told him your name.” “Because she thought I forgot her... that I...” Blue sadness spilled from his eyes, overwhelming me, and I sighed, interrupting him. “Wrong, you are wrong, that wasn't the reason. At first he was just too little to understand, then it became complicated, since you got married. She was protecting both of you. Him from the cruel kids at school, can you imagine him telling everyone who his father is? All the hurtful comments about his mother screwing Metallica's frontman, that she was a groupie... you know how cruel kids can be. And she protected you, you and your family... she was afraid he would try to contact you, and that would lead to problems with you and your wife. She was going to tell him everything later, when he was grown up enough to understand...” “I want him to know.” James' voice came out strong and full of determination. I sighed and sat back, hitting the wall with the back of my head. I knew that would be his plea. I knew he would ask for that, and I also knew I wasn't ready to do that. I wasn't going to tell him about his son today, I needed more time to figure out the way to do it right... for Jamie... “I want you to think, think hard and long before you make this decision. There are other people involved, it's not so simple, you do have another family. If you have no time to spend with him, if you only want to tell him and not really be a part of his life, let it be... He's not a toy...” James closed his eyes, releasing another strain of tears on his cheeks. He breathed in and out, before his pain-filled eyes returned to mine. “I want him to know...” “James... I can't just call him right now and tell him! I need time... we all need time...” I pleaded again, hoping he would understand. James gripped my arm. “I lost too much time already. I wasted eleven years, drowned in booze. I want him to know the truth.” “Not today. Today you're driven by emotions, you are heart broken and can't think straight. You need to go home and think it through, talk to your wife, and--” James shook his head, interrupting me. “I'm not leaving until he knows who I am.” Stubborn as he always was! I turned to him, fueled by the need to protect Jamie. “And then what? What if he asks you if he can live with you? Will your wife be fine if you bring home a child from another woman? And what about me? I can't, I wont just give him up like that! I love him as my own! James, we can't make a decision like that on the spot! Too many people are involved! We have to do it right! We have to think of what's best for him, and have all the answers before we tell him!” “Meg... he is my son, he is part of Alex.. he is all I have left...” “And that is why it's so important to do this the right way.” |
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| jØrdan | March 30, 2012, 10:44 pm Post #844 |
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Valar Morghulis
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Dammit, I just want him to know!!! But Meg's probably right, as fucking always. lol I wonder how this is all going to work out... both with telling him and then with what happens after that. Hmmm... you have me thinking here, Olya, you really do... You clever one! Okay I need more, like now. Love you!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | March 31, 2012, 4:43 am Post #845 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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This is cruel!! I need to knoe and I need to know now!!! There is no words to express how much I love this story Sit type and update
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| SlayingTheDreamer | March 31, 2012, 9:35 am Post #846 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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I hope everything is gonna be solved in the end cos I can't bear more sadness. another great update!
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| Olyamet | March 31, 2012, 4:14 pm Post #847 |
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Thank you girls!!! Thank you for reading and commenting! So, here is the rest of this update... and after that there will be only one more. And then... The End. Hope you like it! (Continue of Meg's POV) I had to be a bitch, I had to make James leave, I knew he didn't want to, but I insisted. I had to be an adult, and think of Jamie first. I knew how fragile he was, how hard it was for him to lose his mother. It took me almost a year to get him to smile again... I couldn't drop this kind of bomb on him without thinking it through. Thinking about what was best for him. Maybe it was also part of me being selfish... I took the place of his mother, for the last two years he was my son. Before he came into my life I was lost, I didn't know what to do with myself, I was sick of my work, of my life. I was sick of not being able to trust anyone... not after what happened to the four of us. I had my own photo business, I had my own famous clients, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. I lost everything when I pushed Kirk away... I lost the meaning of my life, I lost my heart... Jamie became the power that jump started my life, a reason to live, a reason for everything I did. I swept the glass off the floor, and on my way back to the living room my eyes stopped on Alex's picture on the wall. “Please tell me how to do it right. Alex, please help me... help all of us...” I sighed and made my way to my bedroom, my foot stepping on something on the floor, and the TV came alive with Tom's voice. “Here they are! Meghan White the beautiful bride, oh look, she's giving us the finger! Isn't she just lovely! And here is the happy groom, Kirk Hammett, and another finger! See, they're just made for each other!” That's right.. I pulled this old tape out of the box to watch it while Jamie was at school, then James came and I paused it. I picked up the remote and climbed up on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. My eyes peered at the screen, hand resting the remote on the nearby pillow. The twenty-two year old me looked back from the screen. “Tom, what the fuck are you doing?” “I'm making a pre-wedding video! You'll thank me for it many years later.” I felt a tears dropping from my eyes, and I wiped my face with my hands. Many years later, and I thank you Tom... thank you for this memory. Young me on the screen frowned, stepping closer. “Leave us the fuck alone, go bug someone else!” That's right.. I was not in the mood for a video, I was freaking out about my family. Kirk was so sweet and so concerned... Another tear dropped down, slithering down my face. I pulled the pillow into my hands, letting the remote slid off of it and land on the edge of the mattress. I reached to move it closer, but Kirk's voice made my eyes fly back to the screen. “Come on man, not now.” The camera moved, focusing on him. His big brown eye, so sad and a bit lost. My heart skipped, another tear making its way down as my lips whispered in the empty bedroom. “Kirk... I wish I'd never lost you...” “Tom, fuck off!” The young me moved forward, hand nearing the camera, covering the lens, and turning it to the side. Tom's voice screamed something about finger prints and part of a tee shirt swopped over the screen, wiping the lens before the view became clear once again, focusing on the door frame and moving through our old living room. Tom's face came from the side and he smiled. “And at the nicest request of the lovely couple we're moving along!” The camera floated quickly, moving along the room, and focused on my mother's face. Tom's voice continued. “And here is Lorraine Gary, the mother of the happy bride! Miss Gary, say hi to the camera!” “Hi, Tom!” Mom waved with a smile and turned her attention back to one of the wedding planner's assistant. “Well, should we take all this there now, or just wait till tomorrow morning? I mean, will we have time?” Tom's voice commented, “They are too busy with the planning, so I guess we're moving along.” “Mom Meg!” The door of my bedroom flew open, letting Jamie in, and I jumped. “You know that man is still on our porch, your friend, mister Hetfield.” “What do you mean?” He's still here.. shit! I quickly wiped the tears off my face and he continued. “He's just sitting there with his face in his hands, like he's ... Are you crying too?” Jamie looked at me with concern. Before I could answer, Tom's voice from the TV happily announced. “And here we have Alex Troy, the Maid of Honor!” Jamie quickly turned to the TV. “Is that Mom?!” A smile lit his face. The camera focused on Alex face, she waved, smiling and looked to her side. The camera moved to follow, and James' wide smile took over the screen. Oh shit! No! I blindly reached for the remote, accidentally pushing it with my hand, and it slid backwards, falling on the floor behind the bed. Oh, shit!!!Fuck!!!No, no, no! Tom's voice continued. “And the Best Man, James Hetfield!” I turned, looking at the screen with my heart beating frantically in my chest. Shit, shit!!! My eyes flew to Jamie. His eyes widened, staring at the screen. Oh, dear God... “Is that that man, your friend, when he was young? He had long hair! Cool!” Jamie looked at me, quickly turning back to the TV. James' voice cackled from the screen. “Well, I don't know about the best man part...” Oh, dear God no! I know what's coming!!! FUCK!!! I pushed my hand into the tight opening between the bed and the wall, scraping my skin off on the wood, in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable. My hand gripped the small plastic box, pulling it back up, and I quickly turned, pointing it at the TV and pushing the button, but nothing happened. Shit!!! The camera pulled back, focusing on the two of them and Alex wrapped her arms around James, leaning her head on his chest with a happy smile. “You are the greatest man in this world to me!” “That's 'coz you love me.” James' hands pulled Alex into the hug, his lips landed on her head. Tom's voice giggled from behind the camera. “Aaawww...You guys are next to get married!” I quickly turned the remote and pressed the button again, and the screen froze. With a heart beating somewhere in my throat, I looked at Jamie. He was looking at the still picture of the hugging James and Alex on the screen with wide eyes. Oh... God... I swallowed, desperately trying to find the right words. “Jamie...” “He and... my Mom... they were together?” He looked at me, then back at the screen and stepped back. “Jamie...” “Mom Meg... is he...?” Jamie's lips shook, voice came out as a whisper. Sea colored, Alex's eyes looked at me with a plea. I took a deep breath and breathed out. “He loved your Mom very much... and... he was looking for her all this time. He just found out today that she passed away... and about you...” “He... he's my father...” Jamie couldn't take his eyes off the screen. “He didn't know about you... all this time he didn't know.. he... found out today... he wanted to tell you, but I couldn't let him...” I choked on my own words, watching Jamie step back to the door. I stretched my arm to him, stepping off the bed, but he backed out of the bedroom, turning and running downstairs. I followed screaming. “Jamie!” He didn't stop, didn't even turn my way, just hurried to the front door and pulled it wide open, freezing at the entrance. James quickly turned, standing up, his reddened eyes stopped on his son. Lips shook, breathing out a sigh. “James...” “Mister...” Jamie swallowed, taking step forward. “Dad...?” “Son.” James gasped, dropping on his knees in front of his boy, and Jamie stepped into his open arms. I slid down on the last stair, feeling the tears dropping out of my eyes at the sight of the reunited family. James' arms holding his treasure tight, one hand rising up and driving through his boy's hair, pressing him closer, lips pressed to top of his head. A light breeze moved through the wide open door, swiping an open letter from the coffee table and it few through the air, landing by my feet. I slowly picked it up, reading the red stamp on the top. Final notice. Everything happens for a reason... everything is set in motion and there is nothing any of us can do to change what is meant to be... I found this damn letter with the last warning for the missed payment for the storage too late, because it was meant to fall down and get stuck between the wall and the back of the desk. It was four months overdue, and I couldn't do anything to stop the auction. I couldn't go myself, because I had an important photoshoot and I had to send my assistant to bid. He wasn't aggressive enough because he couldn't authorize money spent without me, and my phone lost the connection in the middle of bidding, causing him to lose. James found the car, found me... found his son... I looked back at the doorway, dropping the letter on the floor. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds and a light ray hit the glass on the door, and it moved with the wind, slowly opening wider. A rainbow arabesque reflected of the glass, moving on the wall, and I followed it with my eyes all the way to Alex's picture above the fireplace. The ray moved on, but my eyes stayed on the smiling face of my friend. “You found out the truth, didn't you? When you died... You... you wanted to set it all right. All that happened... it was you... somehow you made it all happen... you wanted them to find each other.” My heart warmed up and I smiled looking back at Alex's boys, still in each other's arms. “Guys... why don't you both get back inside, and we'll pull out some old videos and pictures. Jamie never saw those from the eighties... and you James, you would love to see the ones from the last eleven years...” |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | March 31, 2012, 4:30 pm Post #848 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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I just shared a tear but I'm happy Thank you Olya
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| jØrdan | March 31, 2012, 4:46 pm Post #849 |
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Valar Morghulis
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OMG! Of course it was Alex who made it happen! UGH, this was amazing!! So emotional and happy. Ugh, I can't wait for the next update!!!
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| Shayniz21 | March 31, 2012, 5:07 pm Post #850 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I just cried, omg olya!!! this story.......im speechless |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | April 1, 2012, 9:58 am Post #851 |
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wow, Olya, this is amazing I'm stunned, in a positive way of course. You know when a fic is good when you get so emotive while reading it (as it happened in my case). I must say it made me cry, especially the part when Meg's watching the wedding video
I can see this image in my head right now hats off, for it's really beautiful
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| Shayniz21 | April 1, 2012, 6:15 pm Post #852 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You should seriousely think about becoming a professional writer!!! |
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| Olyamet | April 1, 2012, 9:46 pm Post #853 |
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@ Kasia. Thank you!!! @ Jordan. Hehehehe, it had to be her! Even if she's no longer there, but she is! @ Shay. Thank you so much for you kind words! But I don't think I'm good enough for the pro writing, this is just for fun. @ Mia. Awww.. thank you hunny!!! Okay, I'm on my three 12s on the row till Wednesday, then I can write more!!! One last update. |
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| Tallulah | April 3, 2012, 7:35 am Post #854 |
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WOW! Amazing and so beautiful! This is a great love story! You *should* become professional, I would buy your stories! You are definitely the best! |
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| Olyamet | April 7, 2012, 5:16 pm Post #855 |
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Thank you girls so much! You are too kind! Love you all! So... I know I said next update will be the last one, but... It's come out too long. Too much I want to say, too many loose ends to tie... I'll post it in two parts, since I still working on the rest of it. So here is part one! XXXXXV. (Alex's POV) My fingers loosened their grip on the reins of my horse, hand lovingly moving along the neck of my old friend. I scanned the horizon, painted in blues and pinks of sunrise, and breathed in fresh air, straightening up in the saddle. “Today is the day...” Morning Star nodded his head, releasing a short neigh and danced under me, flicking his ears. I lightly hit his sides, and he moved forward, speeding up into a full gallop. I smiled, enjoying the ride, feeling the wind blowing in my hair, letting it fly like a cape behind me. Morning Star's hooves barely touched the soft, green carpet of grass under us as he carried me through the open plains. My heart sang with the wind in my ears, today is the day! As we neared the point of our destination, a lonely, pink blossoms covered cherry tree, I pulled on the reins. The black beauty slowed down to a walk, before stopping completely and shook his head with a loud snort. The slightly sweet smell of smoke reached my nose, bringing a smile to my face. And I thought I would be the first one here... My smile grew wider as I watched long, jeans clad legs move, crossing, and a cloud of smoke rise up between pink flower covered branches. “You know, you're the only person here who still smokes pot?” The tall figure pushed away from the trunk, standing up. “Doesn't get me high though, not here... but I can't drop my habits...” Brown eyes smiled back at me, lips releasing another cloud of smoke. “You can't seem to get over your habits either. You're the only Princess here who ditched the castle for a small hunting cabin, who always wears jeans and rides a horse.” “I was never a pampered Princess to begin with, plus I'm just more comfortable this way.” I smiled back, dismounting Morning Star. “Comfort is not something you have a lack of here... you know? Heaven and all...” Brown eyes smiled again. “I know... but I would give it all up in a heart beat to be able to hug my boys... tell them how much I love them... how much I miss them... I can't even see them any time I want to... only a little gimps in the past two years...” “That's because we have to pull away, let them live, and not interfere. We were allowed to set it right, with the letter and the video... Everything is how it's supposed to be now... We all had roles in each other's lives in that world... me and you, we're done playing ours... They still have a lot to do... but we'll meet again... some day...” Brown eyes looked at me with sadness and I breathed in, turning away to hide a tear that escaped my eye. I quickly wiped my cheek and pulled the reins off Morning Star, giving him a slight slap on the rear, sending him free, then turned back to Cliff. “But today is the day.” Cliff blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth and smiled at me. “Yep, today is the day. Ready?” “Ready.” I breathed in, feeling my heart skipping in my chest. I reached for Cliff's hand, the hand of a friend, who was there for me from day one. I was lost, right after I died. My heart couldn't let go, I couldn't leave Jamie, I couldn't believe how unfair and cold the Gods could be, making me leave him all alone in that world. But I was powerless to change anything. All I could do was cry and scream at the top of my lungs that it wasn't right. Cliff was the one who I saw first, he was sad, he was trying to tell me that this was how it was supposed to happen, but I was too devastated to listen. He had to pull me away, almost by force, telling me something about the time of passage, that I couldn't miss it and I had one more stop to make. He pulled me with him through something bright and warm and then... then I heard James' voice calling my name. Suddenly I was in the cabin. I saw James falling apart, I felt his pain and then I knew, I knew it all. Cliff came back for me, and held me close all the way through the thick white fog, he didn't leave my side for the first few days in Heaven. I was a mess, I was miserable, heartbroken, I was in pain. I screamed that I wanted to go back, that everything went wrong. He helped me through all of it, telling me that he felt the same when he got here... then he helped me to set things right, and helped me learn to let go... My dear friend... I owe you so much... Cliff turned to me as if he read my thoughts, and squeezed my hand in his, giving me an encouraging smile. “Let's go.” His voice bounced, bringing wind with it, and the strong breeze swept through the branches, shaking the petals off. They burst in the air, snowed down from the tree, covering everything around. The wind picked up, swirling the pink blizzard around us, and the tree slowly melted away along with the ground as we rose up with the glowing cloud. He moved his hand, turning petals bright white, and they slowly started fading away, opening a clear window into a different world in front of us. And I gasped, recognizing Old Betsy's engine. A small pair of hands, covered in grease, hovered over it, and reached to the spark plug, pulling on it. “It's stuck!” Jamie's voice made me breathe in and grip Cliff's hand harder, and he silently squeezed my hand in return. I bit my lip, watching small hands fight with the stubborn part. “Let me see...” Bigger hands flew from the side, replacing the smaller ones and my heart jumped, starting to beat faster. “My boys....” I whispered, fighting tears of happiness. “You don't have to whisper, you know, they can't hear you.” I turned to Cliff's voice and saw that the pink petals were gone, and we were standing in a big garage. I looked back at the car and saw James pulling the plug off and turning to his son. “You know, your Mom had a trouble with that one too.” Blue eyes smiled to sea green ones. “And you helped her, too?” Jamie picked up a new plug from the working bench, spraying it generously. “I did.” Blue eyes watched small hands push the new plug into place. “Done! So now what? I changed the spark plugs, checked the starter and fluids, changed the battery... anything I missed?” “Let me see...” Both lowered their blond heads over the engine, James pulled on a few connections, making sure they were secure before straightening up with a smile of a proud father. “Looks good, you did great, kiddo!” I couldn't help it and stepped closer, looking at both of them. James put his hand on top of the hood, ready to close it, and I couldn't helped and picked under it. He's right, looks great! “My twelve year old baby fixed Old Betsy!” A proud Mom's grin lit my face. “He did okay. James did good too I see.” Cliff smiled. “They both did awesome!” I felt my voice shake, betraying me. “Alex...” Cliff's hand landed on my shoulder. “I'm okay... I just... I missed them both so much...” I choked on the lump in my throat, and hand on my shoulder moved, lightly squeezing it. “So... what now?” Jamie turned to his father, wiping his forehead with his hand and leaving black smudge marks on his skin. Blue eyes smiled, warming up. “Now we'll try to start this beauty.” They got into the car and James turned to Jamie, holding his hand on the key. “Ready?” “Ready.” Jamie bit his lip, holding his breath. At the turn of a key, a powerful growl flooded the garage, bringing mirror image smiles onto my boys' faces, and I sighed. “Gods... they so look a like...” “She sounds awesome!” Jamie jumped on the passenger seat. “She sure does!” James' hands lovingly slid along the steering wheel. “Can we take her for a ride? Can I drive?” Jamie's face was glowing with excitement. I tensed up, looking at James' smiling face with childish expression. He slid his hands on the steering wheel again and breathed in and out. “It's your car... and you're the one who did most work fixing it...” “Now James, remember he's only twelve.” I stepped closer. James turned to his son and continued. “But... what do you say we wait a few years before you drive. How about we do it on your sixteenth birthday?” I relaxed and Cliff giggled. “Wow... never thought I'd see the sight of responsible adult James.” “But it's four years! It's so long...” Jamie whined and James' hand ruffled his son's hair. “Hey, she's not going anywhere, she'll be here waiting for you, meanwhile we can do more work on the paint and tires, refresh our little old lady a bit...” James smiled. “Okay...” Jamie sighed. “Can you drive her then, just around the block, before Mom Meg get's here?” “Oh, shit! I forgot, what time is it?” James quickly glanced at his watch. “They'll be here any minute and you look like a grease monkey!” |
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lol
You clever one!

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