The More I Search[James Hetfield]The More My Need For You[01]

"James Alan Hetfield!" I screamed as I hopped off the tour bus' couch. His laughter rang throughout the small space.
"If you ever scare me like that again, I swear to God I will kick your ass!" I shouted out to him, not even knowing where he was. I was answered with four different laughs though. More than likely because one, James is eight inches taller than I and two, we all know he is my biggest weakness.
"But how many times have you seen this horror movie?" James asked, timidly looking in on me from the safety of the bunk's hallway. I glared at him.
"Uh, you love me?" He shot me a cheesy grin.
"Damn you, you bastard." I sat back down on the couch, turning off the lights once more.
Allow me to bring you into my wonderful world. My name is Kylie Nicole Burton, little sister to the one and only Cliff Burton. Who happens to be the bassist for Metallica, my all time favorite band. I somehow got roped into going on tour with them because my brother needed a bass tech, and I'm the only one he trusts. But unlike the rest of the crew, I got to stay with the guys, more than likely because my brother is a neurotic over protective person. After about a month of being with these guys, they all became best friends to me.
Kirk being the one I go to for advice, mainly because he was the least psychotic out of the four and he was down to earth. Always trying to keep the peace. Lars was just a fun guy to be around and to think up pranks with. Cliff was my brother, but also my best friend. James, where to start with this guy? Well he instantly became my favorite. We could talk about anything and he could always make me laugh.
"Ah!" I jumped up once more feeling something cold and wet slide down my back. I spun around to see James trying to put on an innocent face.
"That's it you asshole!" I yelled jumping over the back of my seat and landing on him. Not doing what I intended to do, which was to tackle him. He just held me up, as if in a big bear hug.
"What are you going to do now?" He asked laughing as I tried to struggle out of his grip.
"James, what the hell are you doing to my Kylie?" I was then ripped from James' grasp and looked up to now see my brother holding me in the air.
"Put me down, damn it!" Cliff looked at James, shrugged his shoulders, and then dropped me straight on the hard floor of the bus.
"Whatever you say little one." He bent down and patted my head before walking towards the back on the bus. James was now towering over me, a grin on his face.
"You want some help up?" He asked offering me a hand. I just crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes.
"Are you dead?" I was then kicked lightly in my side after this question. I opened one eye to look at Lars who looked to be enjoying my obvious misfortune today.
"Yeah, I'm dead Lars." I answered monotonously closing my eye again.
"Oh my God, no!" He screamed, before I had time to react he threw himself on top of me. Pretending to cry hysterically.
"James, get your little Danish best friend off of me!" I yelled in desperation at the amount of weight Lars had laid on top of me. James easily picked Lars up and stood him beside him.
"Hey! You're alive." Lars exclaimed pointing a finger at me. I rolled over and got up.
"I'm going to bed." I said making my way past the both of them.
"It's three in the afternoon." James said following after me.
"I'm done being messed with for the day." I said trying to hop up into my bunk gracefully. The bastards of course gave me a top bunk. I felt James hands grab the sides of my waist firmly and lift me up so I could crawl into my bunk.
"Thanks." He smiled at me and rested his head on the end of my pillow. I turned so my body was facing the ceiling.
"What?" I asked looking over at him, wondering why he was lingering around.
"Nothing." He answered, the smile never faltering.
I'm your pain when you can't feel.
"Bullshit, what?" I tried again. He shook his head, placed his hand on my cheek for a moment then let it slip off and hit my bunk. What the hell? He sighed, picked up his head then headed back towards the rest of the guys. James Hetfield was one confusing man.
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