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4|| 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

After school
james's pov

I was walking down the road with Y/n, Dave, Lars, Cliff, and Samantha. I had Y/n on the inside of the sidewalk so no one would try and pick her up or if any accident happened, I would be the first to go and not her. Just safety precautions... right? I don't need your opinion anyways, dickwad. I know what I know, it's just SAFETY, nothing more, nothing less. Even if she's pretty and a metalhead. It don't mean anything.

"Hey, blonde boy," Y/n teased.

I looked down at her and nod with a smile, "Yup?"

"What instrument do you play?" She asked as the sun lit her face warmly, so perfectly.

"I uhhh- play the guitar. I do the rhythm parts and I sing."

She smirked and playfully nudged me, "Oh yeah? That sounds amazing. I can't wait to have a concert then, huh?"

I laugh, "Oh okay then. Sure."

We then finally made it to Lars's house just as he went to the garage and opened it. That's when we went inside and then she saw all the drums, guitars, basses, microphones, posters, amps, cords, etc. and she was just in awe.

"James! This is incredible! Do you guys have a band name yet?"

I nod, "Yeah, actually. We called it the Four Horsemen but we didn't like that and changed it to Metallica. Thought it suited us better."

She smirked at me, "Metallicaaaa oh yeah. When do I get a shirt? I'm all ready a fan."

I scoff, "Okay, dick rider, let's go get you one."

Her and I laughed and I found her one of mine and gave it to her as she smelt it and nods.

"A nice cologne scent. I like it. I'm gonna get changed. Lars?"

"Uhh- yeah!" He shouts from the fridge.

"Where's your bathroom?" She asked and saw Lars poke his head up.

"Why?- oh! Hetfield gave you his shirt! Okay, it's down the hall to your left!"

I blushed and so did she as she the went in the house and shut the door. I groaned and went to Lars.

"Ulrich, you idiot!"

He laughed, "Oh, Cmon. The pretty girl's gotta know. Y/n would find out eventually. Who knows, she might have been happier to know it's your shirt and that you've worn it."

I scoff, "I've only known her two whole days."

He shrugged, "Two days to have some feelings then. Look at Cliff and Samantha."

I glanced and saw them in the couch, talking as she was twirling her hair and he was looking her up and down.

"Yeah but Cliff is just like that. I'm not."

Lars gave me a beer and shut the fridge, "Listen, it's okay, James. She's gonna wear it so it's a good sign."

Y/n's pov

I was surprisingly happy it was James's used shirt and that it smelt of him as I looked at myself in the mirror. I loved the sleeveless Metallica shirt that said NO LIFE 'TIL LEATHER and it had their name above it. I then walked out of the bathroom with my Aerosmith shirt in hand and back into the garage as James looked at me and raised both brows.

"You look very pretty," he said to me as I smiled.

"Thank you, James. Now, be a rockstar and do your best at performing for me."

He lifted me up and over his shoulder as I giggled and felt him toss me on another couch that wasn't being taken by Cliff and Samantha. That's when I looked up at him and felt my cheeks become hot. He had the same reaction and got off me before grabbing his Flying Gibson V off the wall and then motioned for Dave and Cliff to get their things as Lars was all ready sitting down, ready. They then looked at each other and whispered before nodding and doing a four count and then beginning to play. They were...so good... I couldn't believe it. They were amazing. In the middle of playing, Samantha tapped my shoulder and leaned close to me.