James Hetfield, My New Neighbor

Chapter 4: The Greeting

My shift ended and was on my way home. I couldn't stop thinking about the guy next door. I was worried about what more noisy stuff he had now. Maybe my grandmother isn't comfortable with him next door. So I speed walked home.

I was close to home, 2 houses away. Then I see from a distance the guy next door was outside of my grandmother's house. I seen my grandma and Stacy outside of the front door. It looked like they were talking. Maybe he is causing trouble. I walked faster.

Once I arrived I stopped next to my grandma. "Grandma is everything ok?" I asked. "Everything is fine love. This nice gentlemen came to introduce himself." My grandma said. I was confused at first and was protective towards my grandma. She had a smile on her face. I barely laid eyes on the guy but still concern.

"Umm Hi, my name is James." He said at first. I looked at his face fully the second time. Without the shades. I can see his colored blue eyes and the first word came to me was gorgeous. He let out his right hand to me for a hand shake. "James Hetfield," he said with a smile. I reached my right hand out for the hand shake. He was gental and his hand was warm and manly. "Hi...Mr. Hetfield." I said. I try not to blush because I know it was coming. "Oh, just call me James...Melanie is it?" He said, I'm guessing my grandma told him my name. I nodded yes with a smirk on my face and then I went serious, i can't have me distracted. We let hands go after just a one second hand shake.

"I came to see your grandmother to apologize for the noise I'm causing at my new place," he said. I never expect him to apologize. I thought he was a douchebag looking creep still.
"Oh, Mr. Hetfield, young man, don't you worry about that." My grandma said, "Melanie sweetie, this man was talking me about his nice looking car over there." She pointed at the Chevrolet Camaro, "He said he made it himself. Customs made was it Mr. Hetfield?" My grandma ask. "Yes, ma'ma." He said.

"That sounds interesting grandma," I said.
"Well I got to get going." Said Stacy "It was nice meeting you Mr. Hetfield." He nodded at her and gave a hand shake to her. " Melanie, I'll see you monday. Have a good weekend everyone." "Bye stac." I said. Stacy walks to her car out front. Now it was just the three of us. I try not to have deep conversation with James.

"Ok grandma, we need to go inside," I tell her. To only not have any contact with James. "Ok sweetie." She agreed, "Mr. Hetfield it was nice meeting you." "It nice meet you two ladies." He said. Including me. I walk my grandma inside, he was smiling for a second but I looked away. My grandma notice my blush. As I was taking her inside my grandma said "Oh sweet heart, you're getting red, what's wrong?" She asked out as I closed the front door. I guess he notice now that I was blushing. After my grandma ask me that question.

Later that night I put my grandma to bed. I went into my room. I put my pjs on and went into bed. But I stayed up on my phone, i was looking for a nice gift for my grandmother. Her birthday was coming up and I wanted to give mer something special. Maybe a photo of my mother when she was a baby but in high quality. We were also gonna have a little get together with some of her elderly friends in the neighborhood here at my grandmother's house.

I stop looking at my phone and From my bedroom window, I can see the next door window from my room. I guess it was the window to the master bedroom inside.

I got out of bed to close the curtains of my window. I closed one side and reached for the other half ways till I look at the master bedroom window, I saw him from behind. He had his black t-shirt on and blue jeans I first seen this morning. I started to stare at his blonde hair and his neck. I notice his arms were tatted. I thought of it as sexy, I could barely see them. The light in his room was dented. My light was off the whole time. I continued to watch him, I became interested in what he was doing.

Then i see his hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and he pulled his shirt off. The exposure of his back. I see a tatt on his upper back. The line of his back all the way down to his jeans. It got me aroused for the moment. He throw his shirt on the side and began to undo his belt to his jeans. The he suddenly stopped.....

I don't why at first. But I was still peeping from my curtains. He was looking at the corner of his eyes on his left side and then he turn his upper body to the left and looked directly at the window and straight into my eyes. Right when I seen his blue colored eyes I got scared of being caught and let go of the curtain as quick and general as possible and stepped to the side away from the window. I did t think he saw me. My room was dark. He could have not seen me.

I peeked back a little to see him again. But he was gone. I went back into my bed to sleep. Thinking about his body. Every inch of it. I was getting turned on. I wanted to touch myself. But I couldn't. It felt wrong. But why does feel so good.