James Hetfield, My New Neighbor

Chapter 12: Almost

I woke up the next day. I got out of bed and took a quick shower. After I finished I gotten dress in my room. I was brushing my damped hair.

As I was doing that I decided to look outside again out my window to see if James was home yet. I didn't see his car on the driveway still. I then looked across to his window and then notice him standing there looking directly looking at me. With a smile. Holding his curtains to the side with one hand and waving with the other hand.
I gave a nervous smile and a wave back. He had no shirt on again. Just black faded pants with a belt on. The tattoos on his arms and chest were so hot and manly. I bit my lip a little and didn't even mind the pain. We paused for a moment, but then we got disturbed by a honking noise. It came from in front of James house. I looked over and  It was a towing truck carrying James car in the back. It was not hooked, it was one of those flatbed towing trucks.

I looked back over to James window but he wasn't there. I then moved on to wake up my grandma for church. I stood her up out of bed and then She start to ask about James "Darling, is James still coming this weekend for my birthday?" "Yes, I'm sure he is." I said. "Good, I'm glad." She expressed. I felt happy about it too. He seemed so sweet when he asked what gift my grandma wanted. "You should talk to him more darling." She said. Not knowing that I kinda already have for a little. Not a lot but a little....and that he held my hand for a moment at work...."I will. Grandma." I said.

She took a shower and I helped her dressed up. We waited for another nurse to be picking my grandma up for church.
Once when the nurse finally arrived, I walked my grandma outside. As I was taking her, James was outside as well. He was talking with the tow truck driver. He looked over at us and waved hi. We waved back. I got my grandma inside and said bye to her. They drove off and I waited till I didn't see the car. James was still talking with the tow truck driver. He looked at me as talking and now he knew I was alone at home. I went back inside to get something to eat. I was eating cereal.

I finished up and washed my bowl. After clean it up. There was a knock on the door. I went to go answer. I open the door and it was James. I hesitated for 2 seconds then I spoke up "James hi." I said. "Hey Melanie." He said, "I see your grandmother left." " Yeah she went to church." I said. " You don't go?" He asked. "No I'm not much of a church person." I replied. "Yeah me neither." He said. I felt very nervous I still didn't know if he was home yesterday. He's car was dropped off. I just would feel very embarrassed if he saw me and hearing me saying his name, even worst. But I invited him in just to be friendly. "Would you like to come in?" I asked. "Umm...sure." He said.

I gave him a glass of orange juice. We were sitting in the living room and he started talking to me.
"So how long have you and your grandma live here?" He asked,
"Well my grandma always had this house for years since my mom was born. But I lived here for almost 3 years." I said
"Oh, since then you been helping your grandma?" He asked. I was about to tell him the whole story.
"Yes...but also it was because of my mom." I said. He his face looking interested in what happen. "5 years ago when i was 18. I did lived with just me and my mom living in a apartment. But um....she started to get very sick....we went to the hospital and...they said she was starting to have cancer." I explained to him and I almost was gonna cry. But I stopped myself.
"I see." Said James
"Yeah and as months went on, she got worst. Chemotherapy was made her more suffering till she no longer couldn't take it anymore....she....she just couldn't do it.....we lost the apartment because of the medical expenses and lucky enough, My grandma was there and we lived here since.....my mother passed away in her sleep." I explain as much as I could to him. I was really wanting to cry.
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said. "Loosing a parent changes things...but never give up." "I never did. I just move on. But I keep my memories of my mom in my heart." I said. "Now I'm taking good care of my grandma."
James nodded. I then took his cup and ask "do you want a refill?", he said "No I'm ok now". I walked to the kitchen sick to clean the cup. As I did I was thinking too much about my mom and then I break down and felt one tear coming down my eyes. I cleaned the cup with a sponge slowly and stopping back and forth. I started to cry even more. I tried to stay quite from all the sobbing. Then I hear James walking into the kitchen. I acted like nothing was wrong and continue to clean the cup.

James walked over next to me. He took the cup away from me. I let go of the sponge into the sink. I couldn't look at James. My eyes continue to let out tears. James hold both my hands and turned me to him. I looked up at him. He didn't say anything but he leaned over to me, his face got close. I didn't want to kiss him at first but he knew I wanted to. I then felt his lips barely on mine. His breath was going through my lips. He got more closer to my lips. My eyes closed, finally kissed.

Just as we were kissing. I felt even more attractive to him. I got so aroused. James right hand started to touch my arm to my side. The I felt him going up my shirt. I didn't stop him. He push me to the wall by the sink. His other hand was going to the button of my shorts. He started to kiss and biting my neck. I didn't care for the pain. I was feeling so turned on. We moan a little  as we kissed. He unbutton my shorts.

But then *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*