𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

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"Hey...can we talk?" Veruca murmured as she looked up James. He had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still wet. The man's face fell for a moment before he stepped aside for her to walk in. The room was now back to its regular state after the "cleanup crew" had done their job. This was the second time that she'd ever been over to his place by herself. Just the two of them...great. Just great. Now there could possibly be awkward and uncomfortable tension.

James cleared off the cushion of the couch that she normally sat on and took a seat next to her on the other end. His gaze landed on her as she cleared her throat to speak. "I came here to apologize for how I acted. That was childish and not fair to you." She nervously rubs her arm in the process, something that James had come accustomed to in the time that he knew her. Her response elicits a simple sigh from the man in front of her.

He runs a hand through his hair before he leans back against the couch. "Thanks for the apology, I guess. I just want you to know that it's hard for me to get close to people because of what happened to me as a kid. I don't like telling people about my shitty childhood. I trusted you and you hurt me. I'm willing to give you another chance though." He admits as she gives him a kind smile.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. So, let me be honest with you. I have trouble with telling people my true thoughts and feelings. I'm terrified of rejection, therefore, making it hard for me to be honest with people." James smirks and lets out a scoff. "So we both have fucked up pasts and we have trust issues. I'm not sure if I should be happy about that or even more pissed off."

The young woman puts her hand over his to give him some form of solace. "I think that we could benefit each other. We don't need each other to fix ourselves but we could find a common ground. I want to try." Her voice is softer now, almost meek but not quite. She was attracted to him when they first met and she loved the person that he was on the inside too. They had become quite the pair and suited each other's personalities. There was hope for this to work.

James looked down at their hands touching, his hair covered the pink that tinted his cheeks. His hands reached out to encircle her waist as his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was short lived but satisfactory. "Fuck, you look good." He mumbled as he looked down at her cascading purple locks.

"And you look like shit." She chuckled as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm just kidding, you always look good."

Two weeks later, the band was back on their usual grind and on the road again. Lust, Veruca's band, were opening up for Metallica during their first leg of the tour. This was obviously convenient for the young couple. They could spend as much time with each other as they wanted. 'Ruca also became closer with the other members as well, Kirk especially.

He was passive and quiet but he treated people with kindness. Lars on the other hand, gave the biggest "fuck you" to the world. He was like a chihuahua on cocaine, and Cliff was just cool. He was like the metal Jesus that everyone made him out to be. His talent couldn't be replicated. Veruca's best friend and Lust's bassist, Tiffany, got along well with Cliff. Their playing style was unique and they were both the "cool" ones in their respective bands.

After one show in San Francisco, an eager female fan, aka a fucking groupie, came up to James. She was very adamant about showing off her tits and kept putting her hand on his chest. As if the bitch owned him. He was too nervous to do much but he kept trying to back away from her. "Hey uh, I have a girlfriend." He said to her, her face was priceless. She looked like he'd just slapped her. Veruca walked out of his dressing room and stood next to him, a smug smile on her face. "Sorry, he's with me."

The groupie walked away in an attempt to bother Kirk. She didn't stop fishing until Lars kicked her out of his dressing room. The band went back to their hotel room without a scratch, satisfied about a job well done.