Requested by; PunxataniUnderworld

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You laughed hard as you walked down the street with James, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff.

They all had a beer bottle in hand, and you had a cola.

You were walking to the near by park.

These guys were your best friends.

They had been since you were much younger, and you loved them to death.

"Hey, hey watch this!" Kirk exclaimed, moving his curly hair behind his shoulders before he placed his beer bottle on his nose, attempting to balance it.

Lars ran up behind him and jumped as he snatched it, running full speed away as he laughed.

"Lars!" Kirk exclaimed. "You son of a bitch!" he ran after him.

Lars passed the bottle to Cliff as he ran past him, causing Cliff to run along with Lars as they passed it, doing their best t keep it from Kirk.

James threw an arm around your shoulders as he laughed.

You wrapped your arm around his waist loosely.

You were all spending a nice day together before going on tour.

You were going with them, working as a sort of roadie / assistant for them so that you could stay with your friends but also get some experience.

It wasn't like you  hadn't moved equipment before, you did it all the time when the boys decided that they wanted to go to a practice garage.

James pulled you a little closer with his arm and smiled down at you.

You smiled as you looked up at him.

Once you all reached the park, you all settled on the bench near the swings.

The other boys had settled down slightly by now, and had drunken their beers.

Lars was on the swing, and the one next to him was empty.

You wandered over, sitting down on the swing, and swinging lightly back and forth.

James was laying down on the table and Cliff and Kirk were messing around on the monkey bars.

"Y/N?" James called.

"Yes?" you looked up.

"Can you get me another beer?" he asked lazily.

"Get it yourself!"

"You're the youngest! I'm the oldest! Do it!" he commanded.

"Yes Papa Het." you stood and saluted.

"Papa Het..." he wondered aloud, looking up lazily with a smile. "I like that."

You stuck your tongue out at him as you wondered over to Cliff, asking him to hand you another beer from the backpack.

"Thanks." you said, scruffing his hair up.

He smiled at you as he playfully swatted your hand away.

You walked towards James, who was now sitting up.

You went to open the bottle.

"WAIT, Y/N!"

But it was too late.

You opened the bottle, and the pressure on the inside made it explode, getting all over your clothes.

"Cliff!" You screamed as James started howling with laughter.

"I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you that they got all shaken up when we were running!" he shouted.

Kirk was practically crying from laughter, and Lars had fallen off his swing.

There was still around half the beer in the bottle so you walked up to James.

"Your beer, Papa Het." you said, shoving the beer in his hands.

You grabbed the flannel on the table to dry yourself off.

"Hey, Y/N?" James nudged your arm.

"What?" you asked, looking over at him.

"You got a little something," he said, pointing to your face.

You wiped your face, thinking that it was drops of beer or something.

He pulled you quickly and pressed his lips to yours.

You were shocked but settled into it rather quickly.

When he pulled away he laughed, chugging down the rest of the beer.

You smiled and continued to clean yourself off.

Not a bad day, you thought.

No, not a bad day at all.