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| Fight Fire With Fire; James/OFC, Het, 1999 | |
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| HannahBanana | March 21, 2013, 11:30 pm Post #121 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Awh she wanted him to smile SO CUTE!!! I could just imagine James smiling
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| HellHathNoFury | March 21, 2013, 11:46 pm Post #122 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Ohhhh, I hope they can work it out and that her visit goes well ![]() Please keep updating, I LOVE this story! |
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| -DJ- | March 22, 2013, 10:25 am Post #123 |
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Blackened
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I visited James the next day and whenever I could after that. He told me things I never expected to hear from him; about his family, his thoughts on Metallica, his fears and a general outpouring of feelings. But he was coming home today. I offered to pick him up but he said he wanted to do things on his own for a while. We agreed to not have a relationship until he felt he was ready and I respected that. Since my dad was retiring I organized a surprise party for him down at his favorite bar and grill in San Francisco. They had a room upstairs that you could rent out for parties and stuff. I got my hands on his contact book and called all the people he worked with and his hunting buddies too and they agreed to come. I went down there in the afternoon and help set up the place with balloons and other decorations. I just had to figure out a way to get my dad there because he thought I was working. At 5.30 I called my dad to try and coax him into coming here. “Hello?” “Hey, dad. You busy tonight?” “No, no plans. Everything okay?” “Yeah just wondering if you want to come out for dinner when I finish work?” “Sure. Where and what time?” “The Woolshed. Say 8pm? I’ll meet you there” “Alright honey. See you later” I had one more person to call. But it was a risky move. James. “Hello?” “Hey. Are you home yet?” “Yeah, got home about an hour ago. How are you?” he asked sweetly. “Good. Are you busy tonight?” “Um…no. I was planning on staying in to be honest. Why?” “Oh…well I’m having a party for my dad for his retirement. A bunch of his friends are coming and I thought you might like to come as well but don’t worry about it” “No, no I can try make it. I mean, your dad was only ever nice to me” “I’m not forcing you am I?” “No, it’ll be fun. Where is it?” “You know the Woolshed? My dad’s arriving at 8pm but maybe get there before that because it’s a surprise” “Alright, cool. I’ll talk to you later, Ruth” My dad’s friends started to show up at around 7pm. I felt like an outsider in a sea of testosterone and mustaches. I recognized faces from when my dad used to bring me to work when I was younger. I kept hearing ‘wow haven’t you grown?!’ and ‘last time I saw you, you were this height!’. Everybody helped themselves to the food that was laid out and drinks at the open bar. A good seventy people had shown up before 8pm. But there was no sign of James. At 7.50 I waited for my dad outside the so he wouldn’t go into the main part of the restaurant. I told everyone upstairs to turn off the lights and yell ‘surprise’ when we got back. I saw my dad coming towards me and hugged him. “Hungry?” he grinned and opened the door to walk in but I stopped him. “They have more seats up here now” I lied and led him up to the function room. “Yeah?” “Yep” I walked in front of him and knocked on the door to let everyone know my dad was here. I opened it and switched on the lights. “SURPRISE!” Everyone shouted and held up their drinks when they saw my dad. Thankfully he was totally surprised judging by the expression on his face. I looked around the room quickly for James but he wasn’t there. He would have stood out among my dad’s friends. “Congrats on your retirement!” I told him as he squeezed me. “Did you organize all this?!” “Yeah” “Thanks sweetie” he kissed my cheek and went to mingle with all his friends and start opening the gifts that had built up on a table in the corner. At 9.30pm my dad was still trying to get around to speak with everyone. I felt like I was going to explode from all the garlic bread and chicken wings I had eaten. My dad’s booming laughter filled the room for the whole night. I was speaking to one of my dad’s poker friends when the door opened and James walked in. I had pretty much accepted that he wasn’t coming given the time. He walked in and scanned the room for me. He looked even better than when I had seen him the past two weeks in a fresh white tee and black jeans. I walked over to him. “Hey” I smiled. “I thought you weren’t coming” “Yeah, sorry I’m late but I had to get your dad a gift and then the traffic was really bad” “Don’t worry about it. Glad you made it” My dad came over and looked James up and down. I noticed the nervousness on James’ face. “James” my dad shook his hand. “Glad you came, son” “No problem. This is for you” he handed my dad a big rectangular box. “Ruth was telling me about your hunting trip so I figured this might help” My dad opened his gift and there was a huge hunting rifle inside. I didn’t know a whole lot about guns but it looked impressive. The whole room pretty much swooned at it. “Damn, James. You didn’t have to do this” my dad looked at the gun in awe. “My pleasure, sir” “We’re both proud of you, James. Takes strength to do what you did” my dad said in James’ ear as they man hugged. “There’s food over there if you want it” I told James after my dad left us alone. “Yeah I’m starving” I sat with James in a corner for the rest of the night. Not many people recognized him except a few who asked for his autograph for their kids but he signed them graciously. The ‘old’ James would have just told them to leave him alone but he even took time to talk to them tonight. “I’m just going to get a drink. What do you want?” I stood up from our table. “Just a coke please” I got us two cokes at the bar and walked back to our table but I didn’t see James there. I looked around the room again and there was no sign of him. I asked my dad if he’d seen him but he hadn’t. I waited outside the men’s restroom for ten minutes but he didn’t seem to be in there. I was sure he’d tell me if he was leaving. Shit. I finally found him standing at the entrance outside sheltering under the canopy from the rain with his hands shoved in his pockets. “There you are” I said relieved. “I was looking for you everywhere. Are you okay?” “Yeah just...getting some air” “It’s freezing out here James. Come back inside” I touched his hand and he squeezed it back. I noticed the goosebumps on his arms. “No…I can’t. Everyone’s drinking in there” he looked at his feet and I immediately mentally slapped myself. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that” “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I’m doing okay but…I just don’t want to give into temptation y’know?” “I totally understand” “I think I’ll head home” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. It’s getting late anyway” “Alright. Thanks for coming” I smiled and he leaned in to hug me and kissed me on the cheek. He then kissed the corner of my mouth like he was testing the water. His lips finally touched mine softly. He pulled back quickly as if he realized I shouldn’t have kissed me. “I’m sorry” he whispered. “For what?” “I shouldn’t have done that” he said with a shaky voice and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s okay…you can do it again if you want” “What?” I leaned up on my toes and kissed him again. He kissed me back straight away with his hands on my hips. “I thought we said we wouldn’t do this?” I asked him and broke our kiss. “Well maybe we just shouldn’t do it here” he grinned cheekily. “Um….you know what I was saying about being selfish and stuff in relationships?” “Yeah” “Would it be rude and selfish of me to ask you to leave your dad’s party and come home with me?” “Yes it would” I told him with my hands on his muscular chest. “Oh…yeah you’re right I—“ “But I’ve never been the most polite person in the world” I winked. |
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| Verde Manzanita | March 22, 2013, 11:43 am Post #124 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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D'awwww, I knew it, I knew it! I'm so glad they shared that kiss. Things must be hard now for James but at least Ruth is there, and her dad seems to be a really nice guy too ^^
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| CarpeDiemBaby | March 22, 2013, 7:29 pm Post #125 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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Aww, this is so cute and cool!
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| -DJ- | March 24, 2013, 4:27 pm Post #126 |
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Blackened
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Thanks girls “I’ll just go say goodbye to my dad” I told him and he nodded back to me biting his lip as he did. I found my dad upstairs talking to a group of guys I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t surprised James didn’t want to stay; everyone seemed well liquored up by now. I tapped my dad on the shoulder to interrupt. “James is gonna bring me home okay? It’s late and I have work tomorrow” “You found him then?” “Yeah. Hope you had a good time. See you tomorrow” “Night honey” he said and resumed his conversation with his friends. I went back down to James. He got in his truck and I followed him in my car because I needed to be in work in the morning. He turned the key in the lock when we both arrived. We entered his house and walked through to the kitchen. It looked pretty much the same but there was no smell of stale beer or whiskey. It just smelled of him. “You want something to eat or drink?” he offered but it was almost 1am. I thought he was just asking out of nervousness and didn’t know what else to say. “Nah, I’m good thanks. I was thinking maybe we could just go to bed” “Yeah, sure” He turned off the light in the kitchen and we climbed the stairs. He opened his bedroom door and let me walk in before him then shut the door behind him. I sat on the bed and he turned on a dim lamp then sat beside me. I watched as his hands curled the sheets nervously and some tiny beads of sweat around his hairline. The confidence he had earlier when he asked me to come home with him seemed to have disappeared. “Are you alright?” “Yeah I’m just thinking” he stared straight ahead of him. “About what?” “Well just asking myself if I’m going about this in the right way. Like, was I too forward with you tonight?” he asked referring to our kiss this evening. “No, I don’t think you were. Why did you kiss me though?” “Um…did you not want me to?” “No, of course I did but I just want to know why because last week you wouldn’t even shake my hand” I laughed a little at the thought. “I guess I kissed you because…well because I really wanted to and because I love you…I want to do things right with you this time y’know? I don’t want to rush into things like we did last time because it didn’t end great. I want to take you out on dates, I want to stay in and watch movies with you, I want to do all those things because we have time on our hands now to do it properly…like normal couples do” he said like he was exhausted and laid back on the bed. “What do you think a normal couple is?” I asked, curious to hear his answer. “Uh…I don’t know…I’ve wanted to be normal for a while though” “I think you mean you want to be anonymous, right?” “Yeah, I think so. I don’t want my plans with you to be interrupted because we have to catch a plane or we have to record something” “Yeah I know…but let’s not be normal because normal is boring” I moved up beside him and took his glasses off. I put my hand on his chest and felt his heart beating fast through his shirt. I leaned down to kiss him gently in an attempt to calm him down. “I love you too, I hope you know that” he nodded and smiled back to me. He rolled me over and kissed me warmly. I responded quickly, slipping my fingers into his short hair. The tip of his tongue ran over my bottom lip and made me shudder. Our tongues finally met and his stroked mine gently. It felt rough and soft at the same time. I could smell the cologne on his neck and it reminded me of when we first started going out. He broke our kiss and caught his breath. I suspected his heart was beating even faster now. “Um…I think we should set some ground rules…like, I don’t think we should take things any further than this right now…is that okay with you?” “Yeah of course” “And I’m a little um…out of practice so I wouldn’t want to disappoint and…I can’t really remember what sober sex is like” he blushed. “It’s okay” I reassured him. “And I don’t have protection, so…” “You don’t have to explain, relax. I’m tired from getting everything ready today anyway. Do you want me to sleep in the other room?” “No…I want you here” I stood up to take off my jeans and James did the same. I noticed him staring at my lower belly as my tee rose up slightly. I pulled back the covers on the bed to get under the fresh linen in my tank top and underwear. His finger found the scar on my belly from when I had to have surgery when we lost the baby. I figured that’s what he was staring at. He’d never seen it before. When I had to get my stitches out at the hospital, I had left him by then. “We’ll be alright won’t we?” he whispered putting his head on my chest and draping his arm across my stomach. “Of course...you told me that ages ago. Have you thought about going back to the band?” “Yeah…I will go back just…not right now” “Do the guys know you’re home?” “No…my manager does though, he’ll tell them” “You should talk to them yourself, James. I’m sure they miss you” I said trying not to sound overbearing. “I know and I will but I need some time away from them…then I’ll sit down and explain everything to them…try to reconnect with them without drink but that thought…it scares me, Ruth” I heard him gulp hard. “I’ve never been able to tell people what I really feel unless I’ve been drinking” “That’s not true, look at all the stuff you told me when I went to visit you. You’re telling me that you’re scared right now and that’s okay” “You’re right I suppose…but you’re not Lars. He’ll just give me shit about how the album needs to be done” “He’s your best friend, he’ll understand” “We’ll see. Are you working tomorrow? Or, well, later?” “Yeah I am” I yawned. “Go to sleep then” he reached across me and turned off the lamp. “Love you” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist as I turned on my side. “Love you more” “Doubt it” he smiled against my shoulder. |
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| Shayniz21 | March 24, 2013, 7:08 pm Post #127 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Aw this was so cute! I want more now! LOL or whenever you can!
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| -DJ- | March 28, 2013, 2:22 pm Post #128 |
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Blackened
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James’ light snoring woke me up the next morning. I tried to lift my head to look at the clock but given that it was bright outside I presumed I was late for work. I was pressed against his chest facing him and his leg was over mine so I couldn’t move at all. The heat from his body was making me extremely hot. “James?” I poked his belly but he didn’t wake up. “James!” I ruffled his hair and he finally stirred. “Mmm what?” “I have to go to work. Can you let me go please?” “No” “I’m really late” he loosened his grip on me and I got up to find my skinny black jeans on the floor. “Can I borrow a shirt?” “Yeah, through there” he pointed towards his closet. I picked out a white tee and rolled up the sleeves to make it fit me as best I could but it was still huge on me. I went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brushed my fingers through my hair to get some of the knots out and straightened it out as best I could with my hands. “Ruth?” I walked back to the bedroom and he was laying with his hand behind his head watching me gather my things. “Do you have to go to work? Take the day off” he pouted. “I can’t. I used up all my holidays when I went to see you” “Say you have women problems; they won’t ask questions if you say that” “I really have to go” l laughed at his last statement. “You’ll come back here after though, right?” “No, I’m going to disappear forever when I leave here” I sighed dramatically and sat down on the bed. “Please don’t” “I won’t. I should be back around 6.30” he pulled me down to kiss him but quickly tried to deepen the kiss to get me to stay. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t. “No. Work” I pushed myself off him with my hands on his chest. “Have a good day” he rolled over and went back to sleep. I got to work an hour late. I knew Marty was going to give me shit for it too. I ran to the back and dropped my bag in there. Luckily the store was still empty. “You’re late, Ruth” Marty said doing the crossword in the paper. “Yes, I know. It’s not like we’re busy though” “Not the point. You can start by stringing up the whole Gibson wall” “What?! I just did that like two days ago! The strings are fine” “Bet you never complained when that Metallica guy made you do it every night?” “That’s because working with him was fun” I muttered and started taking the strings off an SG. “What?” “Nothing. Do your damn crossword” The day dragged by. The shop was totally dead. We had twenty customers max which was strange for a Saturday. My fingers were also killing me by the end of the day. I grabbed my bag and went to leave work when my boss stopped me at the door and asked me to follow him to his office upstairs. “Have a seat, Ruth” I sat in a swivel chair opposite my boss. He slid an envelope across the table to me. “What’s this?” “A reference” “A reference for what?” “There’s no easy way around this Ruth but we’re going to have to let you go” “What? Why?!” I shouted. “I’ve been looking at your shifts over the past couple of weeks and you’ve either left early, showed up late or didn’t show up at all” “Yeah, I can explain all that—“ “I really haven’t got time for that. Marty also told me you’ve got a hell of an attitude” Motherfucker. Running to my boss to cry to mommy. “Oh but it’s alright when he leaves me to look after a busy shop on my own because he’s too busy watching concerts in the back?!” I stopped before I went any further. I wasn’t making myself look any better. “Look, I really need this job. I’ll do anything, please” I pleaded. I had never begged for anything in my life. “You were a valued employee, Ruth but you let us down and now there’s nothing I can do” I slammed my hand on the table and shoved the reference letter into my bag. I drove back to James’ angry as fuck. The fact that Marty had complained about me really pissed me off. All I wanted to do was go to bed. When I got to James’ he was coming down the stairs. He was dressed in a black dress shirt, black pants and black shoes, proper shoes not dirty boots. “Great you’re home. Ready to go?” he smiled enthusiastically. “Slow down! Go where?” “For dinner” “James, if we’re going to a restaurant I need to get changed. I can’t go like this” I wasn’t in the mood of going out at all. “We’ve no time; the reservation is for seven and it’s 6.45 now. You look fine” he insisted and we got into his car. When we arrived at the restaurant James gave his name and we were seated away from everyone else. I felt completely out of place in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. James fit right in though in his dressy clothes. The waiter handed us menus and took our drinks order. Both of us ordered water. I couldn’t read anything on the menu. Everything was in French. “What are you going to get?” “Um…I don’t know…I can’t understand it” I said embarrassed. We both ordered some pasta dish with a creamy sauce but my mind was somewhere else the whole time we ate. I really needed that job, especially now that my dad was retired. I’d be the only one bringing money into the house. “What’s up, Ruth?” he asked me putting his fork down. “Nothing” I lied and continued to twist my fork into my dinner. “You’re lying. You can’t look at me when you’re lying” “I got fired today” I admitted. “Shit. Really?” “Yeah” “This is my fault” he sighed. “How is it your fault?” “All that time you took off to visit me then I made you late this morning” “It’s not your fault, James. It was my attitude apparently. You’re more important than that job anyway” He nodded slowly. I knew he still thought it was his fault for me losing my job but I didn’t blame him. “I spoke to Lars today” “Great. What did he say?” “He said that the album needs to be done and I need to be there to have band meetings with the therapist…but I told him I wasn’t ready for that yet” “Oh…well did he understand you still need time to get better?” “Not really. It’s just all about the album with him right now” he ran his hands over his face. Even just talking about Lars was stressing him out. “I’m sure when you explain things to him he’ll see things clearer” “Yeah maybe” We got the bill and began our drive home soon after that conversation. Today really hadn’t been great for both of us. “Actually, do you mind dropping me at my dad’s house?” “Why?” he looked across at me. “I need to get some clothes and stuff and I just…need to talk to my dad right now” he didn’t say anything and took the route towards my house. I hated the thought of telling my dad I got fired. He walked me to the door when we got out of the car and his hands snaked around my waist and I played with the buttons on his shirt. “I’m really sorry about getting you fired” “You’ve nothing to be sorry for, James because you didn’t get me fired” “Are you going to sleep here tonight?” he asked disappointedly. “Yeah I think so…but I’ll see you tomorrow. You can come over here or I’ll come over to your house” “I’ll hold you to that. Love you” he squeezed me and kissed the side of my neck. “Love you too and thanks for dinner” I told him and he walked to his car with his hands in his pockets looking at the ground. He waited until I was inside to drive away. What a fucking day… |
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| Verde Manzanita | March 28, 2013, 3:22 pm Post #129 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Ok. Ruth's boss is an ass. So go to hell, boss. Ego dixi! |
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| Nemesis | March 28, 2013, 4:02 pm Post #130 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I'm loving this fic! So much has happened already, can't wait to see what's to come.
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| HellHathNoFury | March 29, 2013, 2:22 am Post #131 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Sucks that she got fired. Her boss is a meanie. I bet they will change their minds if James talks to them though
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| CarpeDiemBaby | March 29, 2013, 4:11 am Post #132 |
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OMG! I missed two chapters, but they were awesome! College is eating me alive, I have no time even for eat or sleep, I'm sleeping like 4 or 3 hours everyday Whatever lolIt sucks that Ruth got fired and Lars pressing James to do the album? ugh!Chill out Lars! ![]() More! |
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| Shayniz21 | March 31, 2013, 3:48 pm Post #133 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Wow Ruth really did have a crappy day. I can't believe he fired her. Well, I'm glad her and James are getting along well. More soon please! |
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| -DJ- | April 7, 2013, 1:55 pm Post #134 |
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Blackened
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Hey dudes sorry for delay but college is crazy right now because the year is nearly over. Here's a small part for now, should have more up later or tomorrow. Three months later and I was still unemployed and James hadn’t gone back to Metallica yet. He had been going to meetings a couple of times a week and that’s where he was tonight. Kirk or his manager called every once in a while and I noticed their conversations were starting to get longer each time which was a good sign. He was still adjusting to a sober lifestyle but was coping well. He also stayed at home a lot because he ended his friendships with his old drinking buddies. I had tried to find a job in other music and instrument shops but the fact I used to work for Metallica saw me become somewhat overqualified which really sucked. I was lying on the couch in James’ house because my dad was away on his hunting trip when James’ phone rang on the coffee table. “Kirk” flashed on the screen and I answered. “Hey, Kirk” I answered happily. “James?” “No, it’s Ruth. He’s at a meeting and left his phone behind” “Oh…right” he said, disappointed he’d missed James. “Can I take a message?” “Um…yeah sure. You know how we’re trying to get HQ set up right? Well we really need some help down here” “What kind of help?” “Guitar tech help, amps and stuff. Would you be interested?” “Let me think about it, okay? I want to talk it over with James” “Alright. Have him call me back or something” “No problem. Bye, Kirk” I thought about Kirk’s offer and it seemed like the right thing to do. But only for myself. I wasn’t sure James would appreciate me going to work for and being involved in Metallica life when he wasn’t even involved himself. However I needed the money badly. I’d been borrowing money off my dad for the past month and was also eating into my life savings. James arrived home around 7pm. I was sitting on the couch watching a gameshow when he walked in. he went to then kitchen to get a bottle of water then came and sat beside me and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. He was smiling from ear to ear. “What are you so happy about?” “Nothing. Just glad to be home” “You were only gone for two hours” I laughed. “What did you talk about this evening?” Anytime he came home from a meeting I asked what they talked about because it helped us communicate better. “We talked about talking” “And how was that?” “Fine but on the way home I was thinking…about when I go back to Metallica” “Okay?” “When we go back on tour I want you to be my guitar tech this time” “I’m sure we could work that out. When are you going back?” he breathed deeply through his nose because he hated being asked about going back to Metallica and felt pressured into going back. “Soon” he said quietly and changed the channel on the tv. Unfortunately for me and the rest of the band, we had no idea when soon would be. It could be three weeks or another three months. Kirk’s offer was starting to look more appealing with every passing minute. “Kirk called earlier” “For what?” “He wanted to talk about HQ with you and you have to call him back” “Oh. Is that all?” he said dismissively. “Well not exactly…he said they need help there right now. With guitars and getting amps set up and stuff” “They have Zach” I had a feeling he knew where this conversation was headed when he said that. “Yeah but Kirk offered me a job down there and—“ “Did you take it?” he interrupted and his expression turned sour. “No not yet. I wanted to talk to you about it first to see if you were okay with it” “Sure why not. Go for it. Then you can come home here every day and tell me what they’ve been saying about me while I’m not there” he raised his voice. I grabbed his wrist before he could storm off. “Listen. You’re putting all this crap in your own head. They’re not bitching about you like you think they are. They know you need your time away to get better and they respect that” when he made eye contact with me he looked like a scared child. Except he was a grown man and the only thing that scared him were his own feelings. “Now, I really, really need a job. You know how hard I’ve been trying to find one and still nothing. This could be my only chance of getting a job you know? What is it that scares you about me working there?” “Just…I know that Lars is down there right now calling me selfish and talking shit about me. If you’re down there and you hear that every day then…what if you start to believe that and you leave?” he said quietly, playing with his hands. “I think I’d be very stupid if I were to leave. I’m happy with you, James. I don’t know why you find that so hard to believe” he shrugged awkwardly in his seat. “You’re too hard on yourself sometimes. The most I’d be doing down there is tuning guitars and moving stuff. The same things I used to do on the road with Kirk. Okay?” he nodded and I kissed his cheek. He pulled me in for a tight hug on his lap. “I better call Kirk back” He took his phone and went upstairs to make the phone call. I heard him laughing from downstairs which put a smile on my face. He came back downstairs after talking to Kirk and sat back beside me. “So?” “He was just telling me what they’ve done at HQ which isn’t much because I’m not there but I told him you want the job” he smiled weakly. “He wants you to go down there tomorrow and he’ll show you around” “Are you okay with that?” “Yeah…because you can start bringing my guitars down there now” he grinned cheekily. “Thank you so much for this” I kissed him. “Alright…now go make me some dinner” “You’ve really haven’t changed at all have you?” |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | April 7, 2013, 2:59 pm Post #135 |
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I had a feeling she might end up working with Metallica... Glad to see that that worked out (or I hope it will work out fine). Good update. I hope you find the time to update again soon! |
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