1994, Huntington Beach, CA.

"I'm not fuckin' tired," James whined, but yawned almost immediately after.

It was obvious he was very tired, but he just wanted to keep talking to you. He loved talking to you.

He had his head resting on your chest, with your arms around him. The hangover from the party he just got back from was going to hit him like a bus tomorrow.

"I don't wanna-" He started, but was interrupted by another yawn. "I don't wanna go to sleep," He mumbled.