body electric || kirk hammett

vi.

CHAPTER SIX

"oh my god." you heard a voice say above you, "um, when the hell did she get here? last night? i almost fucking sat on her!" it was lars you recognized through your sleep.

"y/n." another voice said, shoving your shoulder. "get up i made breakfast." it was james.

"don't listen to him, he burnt the toast and the eggs." and that must be cliff.

"i didn't fucking burn it!" james raged, "that was the pepper i added!"

"bullshit."

and then they started to fight.

you peeped open one eye before the other, watching them all talk, argue, and crowd into the kitchen.

"it's alive!" lars exclaimed as you lulled into the room, rubbing your face and chuckling at the moment. james hit him over the head, "she's not a fucking vampire you idiot."

"sure she is," he argued as you scraped up some eggs on a plate, "she's one of those hot vampire chicks that are supposed to be 100 years old but look 16."

he didn't bicker and instead agreed, nodding his head. then cliff added, "i mean, that's redundant because all vampires are dead. but they do have the dark circles under their eyes, like you do." mouth full, he motioned at you.

"be nice to her you dickheads." james said, chewing on his bacon. "she's not gonna want to come over anymore."

"i am being nice." cliff reasoned, stealing toast from your plate and shoving it into his mouth. "a lot of vampires are extremely sexy. that's just a documented fact."

"yeah whatever."

kirk sat on a bar stool, smiling and enjoying his food as the others argued over the most stupid things.

you sat down beside him. he took a bite of his toast, his mouth full, "you look like shit." you laughed, already enjoying your weeklong stay here.

"y/n, babes, what do you what in your coffee?" cliff called to you.

"nothing, just black. thank you." you called back and he nodded, bringing the overfilled cup to the counter. you took a sip from the rim when kirk asked, "how'd you sleep?"

"like shit." you said, "i slept on my face and that couch is awful to sleep on."

he hummed, taking another bite.

—

today was a goddamn friday night.

the night where you get down while the boys get high, drink, and play their band they titled, "metallica."

james is the lead vocalist.
kirk played lead guitar.
lars played drums.
and cliff played bass.

piling into kirks chevron, you & kirk in the front, the rest in the back, liquor bottles in the trunk, and their instruments already at the rental scene, you headed for the mini concert.

when you arrived, the small building was packed full of people waiting for open doors.

"goddamn." cliff awed, looking at the clump of crowd outside as kirk pulled around to the curb. "i thought we'd have at least some time to practice."