(a/n: before y'all ask or say "it's about the electric chair", I know. and nobody is dying. I tried to make a pun)

[No One Like You by Scorpions]
That night it rained hard. Thunder boomed and lightning marked the sky with blue and purple hues. I love thunderstorms. I usually sleep better when it's raining, but tonight I woke up in the middle of the night. The guys were asleep. James was stretched out leaning his head against the window with his blonde hair around his face. Kirk had managed to turn himself into a sideways ball, almost in the fetal position. His blanket covered almost his entire face and body. And Lars was right beside me. I looked at him and tried to not move or stir him. His hair was pushed back, his arms were around him and he had his head on a pillow, resting against the window. I could hear him breathing softly. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Was I in his dreams? Maybe we're at the park swinging together. Maybe we're both holding hands and watching the sunset outside on the roof. Does he like thunderstorms too? He looks so peaceful... and absolutely stunning. I moved just a tiny bit towards him and put my head against him. If he wakes up, I'm going to say it's because there wasn't much room. He knows that. This is so comfortable and warm. I began to drift off to sleep again.

"Morning, Riley." Lars grinned at me and I quickly sat straight up. "Uh.. hi. Good morning.." I smiled awkwardly. I had just been sleeping so comfortably and now morning had come with Lars Ulrich as its messenger. I got up to stretch my legs just as James walked up from the back of the van. "Mornin' Riley! Sleep well?" He grinned at me. "Oh yeah. I slept great." I replied, picking up on the cues. I am now 100% sure that there's something going on here. From the minute that Lars walked onto the bus, the guys have been trying to push me towards him. They know something and they aren't telling me what it is. Did they figure out that I like Lars? I really hope not... This is going to really mess me up. I'm also pretty sure Lars knows that I fell asleep on him. The way he grinned when we woke up gives it all away. Now the question is, is he going to play games with me?

The day went by rather slowly so when night rolled around it was a relief. We had just been traveling all day. James said he wanted to make a stop, so we stopped. I sat in my seat and wondered what James was going to get. He walked far enough to where I couldn't see where he was going. Pretty soon he came back... with a bottle of vodka and a case of beer. Oh god. My eyes widened as James stepped into the van and put the liquor down on the floor. Kirk looked at me and laughed. "You're on tour with three rockstars. What did you expect?" James came over to me and patted my shoulder. "I know you don't drink. You don't have to if you don't want to. Don't feel pressured, Riley. We aren't going to think of you differently whether you do or don't drink with us." I smiled at him and gave him a hug. "Thank you, James. I appreciate it." Now, you might think that I would take him up on that offer and stay sober. But like hell if I was going to sit around and feel like a prude.

(disclaimer: I mean no offense or disrespect to sober people. I wouldn't ever encourage anyone to do something they aren't comfortable with. this has been a psa from yours truly.)

We started a campfire and sat around it with our drinks. James was surprised to see me drinking, but I assured him that I wanted to because it was my choice and I did not feel pressured. I sipped my mixed drink and looked at all my friends. They were happy as can be and so was I. However, as the night went on, we all got a little bit (or a lot a bit..) wasted. "I would rather eat dirt!" I said in response to a Would You Rather question. "Then do it!" Kirk laughed. I stumbled over to the nearest pile and picked up a bit of dirt. I put it in my mouth and immediately spat it out. "Fuck that tastes like shit!" I laughed.

(a/n: I also don't encourage dirt eating. please don't. thank you.)

Lars decided to retire early and went to bed.
Soon after that, I decided to go back inside the van. Everyone else stayed out there and chilled. I'm not sure why but I just wanted to take a shower. I walked into the shower, still stumbling a bit, and turned on the warm water. I was really in my feelings, so I decided to start singing the song that came to my mind. I had not been thinking clearly because if I had, I would know not to sing in the shower while someone else was asleep. But alas, I was drunk so I did it anyway. I belted it out "There is no one like you! I can't wait for the nights with you! I imagine the things we do! I just wanna be loved by youuuuu!" I didn't notice that someone else had stumbled into the bathroom until I heard another male voice sing "Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane!" "What?" I said, completely shocked. "Who the fuck is that?" The voice said. It was Lars. Fucking shit. "Uh.. this is really awkward..." I replied turning off the shower water. I heard Lars get up off the toilet, muttering to himself and right after I heard the bathroom door shut, I stepped out of the shower. I was definitely going to remember this tomorrow. I hoped he wouldn't..