1984, San Francisco. You and James were best friends.. but you liked him, you were 100% sure he didn’t like you back so you never said anything. He had invited you to his bonfire to celebrate Ride the Lightning coming out. Everyone was around the campfire and it was cold, every boy had their girlfriend sitting in their arms, pressed up against their chest. You started getting freezing and James could tell. “Hey, c’mere.” He said, clearly inviting you to do what the others were.