june and the blond boy
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Continúa, Has publicado feb 05, 2023
June and James had been neighbors since the fifth grade. 

After inheriting her late grandfathers home in Downey, June was planted right next to the corner house. The house in which the blond boy lived. 

From the hair pulling at the playground to the teasing in the hallways, June quickly grew a burning hatred for James. Although, as they went into junior high, they realized something; they weren't so different after all.

Until they were, when June realized she was in love with him. And she was sure he couldn't love her back.

**first person point of view, despite this third person description!

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james hetfield x fem!oc
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"I need a fucking drink." Beverly told James as they entered the hotel suite full of people. Hookers, drunks, and headbangers galore. "Alright, alright, let's getcha one." James agreed. Holding her hand, he led her into the kitchen. A bottle of whiskey was sitting on the counter, and without thinking twice, Beverly grabbed it and chugged half the bottle. James watched in shock, beginning to wonder if bringing her along was a mistake. "Um, Beverly, I dunno if that was such a good idea." he told her. She winced as the hot liquid burned her throat. "I'll be fine". She brushed up against him, looking up into his dreamy eyes. "Let's finish what we started earlier.". ~Beverly Lovejoy and James Hetfield, 1983~