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| A VISION OF PURITY by Melissa Prologue, Year 1991 Richey: You know, this band is going no where Nicky: Yeah, I know…I can’t figure out why though, we’re producing really great music Richey: I know what the problem is Nicky: Out with it then Richey: It’s James Nicky: What?! Richey: Not musically or anything…it’s just…the girls don’t really seem to be sexually attracted to him Nicky: Too bad one of us aren’t the frontman, eh? Richey: Don’t joke, we need to win over the female fan base if we ever hope to succeed as the Manic Street Preachers Nicky: I know, sorry…but what are we supposed to do?…We all know that James is a… Richey: Shhhhhhh, I know, I know …but we can’t expect James to compromise his morals just to further our band Nicky: Couldn’t we just make up some shite rumors? Richey: Yeah, James won’t like it, but I’m sure he’ll go along with it… “JAMES DEAN BRADFIELD, SEX GOD” Nicky: Brilliant Sean: Or like, that James has a 9 inch todger Richey & Nicky: Erm… sure Sean Sean: (mutters under breath) wankers… Present, Year 2001 You’re awoken by someone noisily trying to get in the front door, it was probably James. You’d shared his flat with him for almost two years now. You had met him at the airport in London, at the time, you didn’t have any money or any place to stay. He offered to help you, and you’d been there ever since. You get up off the couch and open the door. It’s him. “Wrong key, I guess”, he says. He looks over at the blanket and pillow laying on the couch. “Were you waiting up for me hon?”, he asks. “Uhhhhhhm…no “, you lied, “I guess I just fell asleep out here. Where’s your female friend?”, you ask, as he had left last night with a woman. “Oh, her…erm, she like..I just like, left her at her flat.” “Oh you tired her out, eh?”, you elbow him jokingly. “Uhhh, something like that”, he blushes. “James, don’t you have an interview today? You shouldn’t have stayed out all night. Did you get any sleep? Or were you shagging all night?” “Erm…well, like, kinda…I don’t have time to talk, I need to have a shower”, he mumbles. “Nicky and Sean were supposed to meet me here, tell them where I am”, he adds. They show up about five minutes later. “James should be ready soon. Would you two like some coffee?” They accept the offer and the three of you sit down and start talking. “Erm… I was kinda wondering …do you two know how many girls James has been with?” you ask. Nicky chuckles, “I don’t think James would want us discussing this.” “But like, he’s been with a lot of girls, right?” Nicky and Sean look at each other and burst out laughing. “Why is it any time I ask about James’ sex life, you two start giggling like little girls. Is there something I should know? Has he slept with SO many women?”. Nick and Sean continue to laugh, but abruptly stop when they notice James emerge from his bedroom. “What’s so funny boys?”, he questions. “Erm..uhh”, Sean stammers, “we should get going, or we’ll be late.” “Let me in on the joke first”, James insists. “We were just wonderi…”, you begin, ‘til Nicky interrupts. “It’s an inside thing, you wouldn’t get it. Let’s go”. “Alright”, James agrees, then turns to talk to you, “Are you going to be here when I get home? I need to talk to you about something.” “I’ll be here all day”, you say. He smiles at you warmly, then leaves. He returns a couple of hours later. “Hey”, you greet him, “how’d everything go?” “Same shite, different day”, he comes and sits down next to you. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”, you ask. He starts caressing the side of your face. His beautiful brown eyes look deep into yours. “Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?” You’re completely stunned by what he said, you can’t move or speak. He continues “These past few years that you’ve been here with me have been so wonderful…I love it how you’re always here for me…I, I love you”. You go numb. You’re certain you’re about to lose consciousness. He leans forward and wraps his strong arms around you. You sit there in his embrace for what seems like forever (probably ‘cause you can’t move). “Babe”, he finally says, “I’m really sorry, but, I really have to go, I promised the lads I’d get together with them.” You nod (It was probably better he left right now while you try and compose yourself). “Are you okay?”, he asks. You nod again. “Ermm, like, I’m not sure when I’ll be home, but we’ll talk more later”, he kisses you softly on the forehead, then heads out the door. You wake up quite early the next morning, you want to talk to James (maybe to make sure that last night wasn’t a dream). When you get out in the kitchen you find a note on the counter; I had to leave early this morning I’ll be gone all day, and probably all night Sorry, hon…we’ll talk soon I love you James XXX “Hrmmm”, you frown (maybe it was best he wasn’t there though, ‘cause you still felt a bit, weak from last night’s events). You get dressed then leave the flat. You go down and get a paper from the news stand. You go sit down on a bench, and flip through it, when a headline in the entertainment section catches your eye; “BRADFIELD BAGS ANOTHER BEAUTY”, you read on, it says that James was out last night with some actress…couldn’t keep they’re hands off each other…went to a hotel together. You don’t want to believe it, but, you couldn’t be sure. You go back to your flat, and read the article several more times. The more you read it, the more it seemed true (your brain is still foggy from last night’s events). You pour yourself a couple shots of vodka (that’ll clear your head). By the time you’re finished torturing yourself reading the article and drinking, it’s late, almost 9 o’clock. You hear a knock at the door. You answer it thinking it’s James but it’s not. “Is Mr. Bradfield in?”, the man at the door asks. You tell him no, then he explains that he’s been hired to drive Mr. Bradfield to a press party. You tell the man that James is probably already there (with one of his sluts), and ask him to drive you to the party (you want to confront James about him f*cking some girl after he told you he loved you). The man obliges and waits while you put on a dress and some makeup. You arrive at the party. There’s a lot of people, but you manage to spot James standing alone at the bar. "Typical”, you snort. You march over to him. “Hey babe! How’d you find me? You look fantastic”, he leans in to kiss you but you push him away. “F*ck off!”, you hiss. James looks genuinely surprised by your reaction. “What’s wrong, hon?” “Like you don’t f*cking know…How could you do this to me James?! You told me you loved me, then you go out and f*ck some b*tch!”, people around you go quiet at start to stare. “Oh you mean that rubbish in the newspaper…You know it’s all lies, right babe? How could you honestly believe I’d do something like that?!”, he looked hurt. But in your drunken stupor you ignored what he was saying and went on. “James, you f*ck a different girl every night! Everyone knows that!” “Those are all lies! How could you think so low of me?!”, he yells, with tears welling up in his eyes. You knew you should have stopped then and gotten down on your knees and begged his forgiveness, but the alcohol in your veins wouldn’t let you shut up. “James, you’re just a lying assh*le!! I see you every night leave with a different girl, and I know you f*ck all of th…” James cuts you off, “I’M A VIRGIN!!”, he yells. The whole room goes silent and turns to look at you. James runs out. You sulk into the bathroom, where you contemplate drowning yourself in the toilet. You wake up the next day on the floor of the womens’ bathroom. You have a terrible hangover, but that’s not what’s keeping you from getting up. You’d lost everything, ‘cause James was everything to you. You wished you would’ve told him so much when you had the chance. A janitor comes in to mop the floor. “You need help?”, she asks. But you don’t respond, no one could help you. The woman lifts you up and splashes some water on your face, then helps you outside and fetches a taxi for you. “Where do you want to go?”, the driver asks you. You tell him the address to your and James’ flat, though you’re sure you’re not welcome there anymore. You decide that when you get there you’ll just pack up your things and leave. When you get to your flat, to your relief, James isn’t there. You run to your room and start throwing things into a bag, you really don’t want to be there when he gets home. As you go to leave you notice a note pasted to the front door: *Stay here… I’ve gone to a hotel…James* After what you did to that beautiful man, he was letting you stay at the flat. “What have I done?!”, you yell, then sink to the floor and start crying. You cried and cried for hours, then came a knock at the door. You run and answer it, hoping it’s James, but it was Nicky. “I heard about last night. Have you been crying?”, he didn’t need you to answer he got close to you and hugged you. “Nicky, I’m the biggest assh*le on the face of the planet. How could I do that to James, after he’s shown only kindness to me?”, you cry to him. “You couldn’t have known James was a…well you know”, he said. “But still”, you went on, “I shouldn’t have done that to him. Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?”, you pause, “Is he really a virgin?” “Uh-huh”, Nicky nods, “His parents always taught him to wait for sex, until he found the right girl or got married or whatever…James has a lot of integrity, he’s never compromised his values, no matter how many slutty groupies throw themselves at him.” “But then how come there are so many rumors around about James’ sex life? Everyone has heard them, how did they start?”, you ask. Nicky explains, “We, Richey, Sean and I started the rumors a long time ago, when we were first starting out. We needed something to grab the media’s attention and a sex fiend frontman seemed like the logical thing…James never really liked it, he hates lying, but…I don’t know…I’m sorry no one ever told you.” “What the hell am I supposed to do now??”, you dismay. “I don’t know”, Nicky says, then slips you a piece of paper with the name of the hotel James was staying at. “I’m sure everything will work out”, he says then leaves. You sit for a while, debating with yourself whether or not to go see James. You decide to go, you’d have to see him eventually, and it’d probably be easier to get it out of the way today. You get dressed and clean yourself up. You arrive at his hotel room…you knock at the door, then change your mind about talking to him and turn to run away, but he opens the door and grabs your arm before you can flee. “What are you doing here?” he grumbles. “Uhhh, well”, but before you can say anything you look at him and notice he’s only wearing his boxers (that wasn’t going to make it any easier to talk to him… you feel faint again ), “erm, I think we need to talk.” “Haven’t you already said enough?”, he hisses. You get down on your knees to beg for forgiveness, “James, I’m an idiot, sorry for everything I’ve done…”, you start, but he stops you, “Get up off the floor”, he growls. You take that as your cue to leave, “I guess we have nothing to talk about then…I’ll be out of the flat tomorrow”, you feel the tears spring to your eyes, so you turn to leave. “Wait”, he says grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around, “I’m the one who should be apologizing…I should have told you…instead I let you go on thinking I was some sex crazed pervert.” Now he was apologizing? you could hardly believe your ears, he was so amazing. “Oh James”, you say collapsing into his arms, “When I thought I’d lost you, I…I just wanted to die…I realized how much you mean to me…you’re everything to me…I..I love you so much.” “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily” he smiles. “So you’re really a…”, you begin. “Yes…Is that so hard to believe?” he asks. “Well, it’s just that you’re so sexy”, you tease. “I love you so much”, he whispers softly. You wish you could stay held in his embrace forever. “Wait here a minute”, he says pulling away to get dressed so two could leave and go home. Before he reaches the bathroom he stops and turns to smile at you. He looks like an angel (an exquisitely built, half naked angel). A perfect vision of purity. <<< Miscellaneous |