Without You (James Franco Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen

-James-

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Before I knew it, it had almost been a year since I last saw Scarlett. Not a day passed since then did I not think of her.

I wanted to know how she was, if she was doing okay on her own. Seth told me to man up and go visit her considering I had both the money and some time to do it, but I could never bring myself to book the flight. Some of my other friends called me lovesick, and my brothers called me obsessed.

My mind constantly wandered back to the nights we spent together. We’d stay up late talking for hours, or read books to one another. Some nights we’d just sit in silence and in others we’d disturb the neighbours with the clashing of the headboard of my bed against the wall.

I never knew how lonely I was until she was gone. Going to bed alone and waking up alone every day made me feel more isolated than ever.

Pacing down the hallway of my childhood home, I stopped every few minutes to check my watch. My palms were sweaty, something that never usually occurred for me. Inside my chest my heart was pounding faster than ever.

"Betsy?"

Hearing the sound of the voice coming from the front door, I raced to answer it. Looking up at me, Scarlett gasped before dropping her bags beside her. Without a word exchanged between us, I brought them inside and placed them in the guest room.

When I turned around, I jumped in fright as Scarlett was standing right behind me. Stumbling backwards, I would have fallen over had she not reached out to help me regain my balance. As soon as she touched me I felt a familiar tingle travel up my arms. She must have noticed it too, because when I looked at her again her eyes seemed fierce.

Pushing me backwards onto the bed, my lips were met by her own as she straddled me all the while removing the layers of clothes between us. Soon enough I was pressed close against her, listening to her moaning my name into my ears; a sound which sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her scratching at my back which only heightened my senses.

Each time I looked at her, I knew I was just falling for her even more. I’ve got it so bad for this woman. For what once was simple, greedy pleasure shared between us now means to me more than anything else.

While my actions spoke louder than my undisclosed desires, I still couldn’t make her listen.

I was screaming out ‘I love you’ but she only ever screams my name…

-Scarlett-

I didn’t tell the guys that I’d continued my “torrid love affair” with James, although I think they had their suspicions about me when I arrived back home due to my sudden change in work ethic.

Even though Matt was considered the “front man” of the band, I unintentionally had taken the wheel as my creative drive was spinning out of control. I felt kind of empty when I came back to Melbourne, and I filled an entire journal with poems. Just over the past two months, we released a new EP (which consisted of five songs that used my poems as lyrics), filmed a new music video, did new promotional photo shoots, played at least two gigs a week around Melbourne and even got interviewed by Triple J national radio.

With Christmas fast approaching, a holiday which I absolutely despise due to it being completely phony and an entire consumer trap I planned to channel even more energy into a project I’d been toying with since I was eighteen years old. I wanted something to distract me from all of those sickening Christmas carols and those down-right ridiculous American and European winter traditions Australians tried to adopt into their culture.