𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

Chapter 7 - See you tomorrow

My back hit the front door as soon as I closed it. My breath is short and heavy. My hand immediately goes in to touch the pendant James just slid around my neck. His smell still lingers in my neck. "This is a promise that you will have to see me again to give it back." And do what James? Kiss you? Fuck you? Smile at you shyly thinking about how much I want to feel you in me? He understood I was attracted to him, and I'm pretty sure it's mutual but how much? He has been pretty open about his feelings from what i gathered but when it comes to me, he looks like he is as sure than confused. I can't seem to catch what he's thinking of, but I can catch the fire of those deep blue eyes, the questions in them. Just by the kiss he gave me I know that on my side it's not purely about a unique act of lust but it's deeper. I don't know what James wants from me. I don't know what I want from him. But maybe it's what makes the beauty of our connection. I want to run to his place and give him back the necklace so he can kiss my neck mercilessly again and again. So I can have my answers. Should i?

Suddenly my phone vibrates.

"Stace : Your grandma is on her way, get your neighbour out of your bed ;)"

Stacy picked up my grandmother on her way home. I know she purely sent that message as a joke, but if she knew. If she knew what was going on. If she knew that I was about to run to his place to put an end to this games we're playing. About to run to get hugged, fucked and sweetly looked at like he always does since he met me. If i was more courageous. If i was even more fucked up than i already am no such questions would be lingering on my mind.

"Ann : Sorry that's not my neighbour but i'll tell your dad to get out ;)"

I texted back on the same tone. These kinds of passive-aggressive conversations are very common between me and Stace. No worries. That's our humour.

Ten minutes later my grandmother arrived. Stacy gave me a hi from her car and went away as quickly as she arrived. I didn't even have the time to sit down and breath that my grandma already spotted something was different about me.

"- Is everything okay sweetheart?" she asks.

"- Yes grandma, i had a walk in the hills, i guess i'm still just lost in thoughts." i answer her, ashamed that i have to lie like that to her.

She looks doubtful. Fuck.

"- Had fun with your friends?" i quickly change the subject, helping her putting away her shoes.

"- Well yes darling! Emma, Meg and I won the game! And we ate such a delightful cheesecake! They are giving you a hello by the way, they were asking how you were doing." my grandma expresses, excitedly.

"- You will tell them hello for me next time grandma. I'm glad you had fun." i smile.

My grandmother stands back up, and her eyes stop on my necklace. James's necklace.

"- What a beautiful piece of jewellery honey! I didn't know you liked that style. Where did you get it?" she asks.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"- Hum... There was this little travelling shop on my way, I thought it was beautiful so I took it." i lie, again.

James, look what you make me do! I think.

"- Well i'm glad you made yourself a little gift, it's beautiful." she says. "I feel like I have already seen a piece like that before. Surely nothing." she adds.

I am startled. If she remembers it on James how will she react?

The day went on pretty normally then. Well, if you forget that I couldn't get James out of my mind. I forgot that my grandmother likes to do the house chores on Sundays. She needed so much help that i didn't have one single moment for myself and i fell asleep completely drained after uninterrupted hours of my grandmother and i doing chores around the house.