You had been with James for about a year and a half now, and it was *perfect. Except for the fact that he was extremely insecure about his acne. One day, the band was in the studio making a new song, and you were just sitting down on a small sofa in the corner of the room. After about 45 minutes, the band got tired and James immediately walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting his head on your shoulder. Everyone was drinking a few beers, and they were beginning to get buzzed. Then, Lars speaks, taking an almost deep inhale before speaking. “James, you still have acne??”

He asks, chuckling slightly. James’ face softens slightly, and his face then turns to one of annoyance and anger. He stands up, before storming out of the room.