You were in love with Trent Reznor. Yeah, the guy from Nine Inch Nails. The front man guy. Anyways, you were mad in love with him. But you weren't ever gonna show it. He was your bandmate. Bandmate only. That's all you would ever be.

After each gig, you and all of the guys would go and get food. Most of the time, the guys would go and get food with drinks. You were never a big drinker. And neither were any of the boys. But for the shows where the tour bus drivers were there, who didn't drink much, you could get as wasted as you wanted.

It had been a particularly rough show, being the most rowdy and disrespectful crowd yet. And they were with you. Know what that means? Yep. Get drunk. Hella drunk. Trent and Atticus were both gonna stay sober-ish, and the drivers (obviously), stayed that same way. They all had drinks here and there, though.

You drank to no end. It was exactly what you needed at the moment. When they all got you out to the tour bus, Trent brought you right to your room. With the absolute WRONG thoughts (due to the intoxicated nature of yourself), you thought he was gonna... yeah. He just wanted you to be taken care of.

As you both sat down on your bunk bed, you kept giggling and grabbing at him as if to ground yourself. You looked at him and cut his words off with a rough, drunk kiss. Trent just-