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For the next month and a half, the five of us continued to ride on the bus and stop at different clubs, bars, and stadiums along the way. Some places simply loved Metallica whereas others simply weren't sure what to think of it. Metallica played a different music than anyone else played. It was like people had to get used to their style.

The trip on the bus certainly wasn't very pleasant. I had thought it smelled bad the first night on the bus, but it only continued to get worse and worse as time went on. Even the top bunk didn't help all that much. Nonetheless, everyone tried to fight for it at night so they could fall asleep. I only ended up sleeping with James in the top bunk once or twice. We had both decided that the bunk wasn't worth running the risk of getting into a fistfight with any of the guys from Raven.

It was about impossible to fall asleep at night though, and the guy's antidote to that was drinking. Everyone would drink and drink until they were so drunk that they would eventually fall asleep. Since I didn't drink obviously, I rarely fell asleep. Sometimes I would take naps, but usually would end up getting awakened by a putrid stench in the air or by the noise of someone puking nearby.

Also, about halfway along the tour, the air conditioner inside the bus decided to break. The bus driver either didn't have the money or didn't want to spend it on another air conditioner, so we were forced to swelter and sweat in the bus that was literally two hundreds degrees! Of course, the sweat only helped add to the disgusting smells in the bus.

As much as I'd love to say that I was completely cured of my stomach problems, I know that would be a lie and I can't say that. On the contrary, my stomach pains and nauseousness just continued to get worse and worse. Sometimes the pain was so great that I was forced to lie on my belly all day and try to do everything I could not to move. Moving around always made something inside me twist in pain. I did try to hide this pain from the rest of the guys though. I did my best to act as normal around them as possible so that they wouldn't worry, but I had a feeling Kirk knew something was wrong with me.

We were on our last show with Raven tonight and I was having one of those days where I wasn't writhing in pain. I didn't usually go to watch the guys' shows since the atmosphere in bars and clubs only made me feel sicker. However, since I was feeling relatively okay tonight, I decided to risk going to the show with them. James was elated when I told him I wanted to see the show.

"Yay, I always wanted you to come along!" he told me excitedly as he stripped off a shirt he had slept in and replaced it with a black tank top. After pulling it over his head, James ran a hand through his tangled blonde hair and said, "I think this is gonna be one of the best shows. After all, we can do whatever we want tonight since it's our last show!"

Not sure that I liked what I was hearing, I nodded slowly. I wasn't sure what James had planned, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. Regardless, I wasn't in a mood to worry right now though, so I brushed the thought aside and let James drag me out of the bus and into "The Stone", which was the place we were going to be playing at.

Lars, Kirk, and Cliff were already inside getting their stuff set up. As usual, there was a large pile of beer bottles sitting at their feet. Looking at Lars with disgust, I frowned and said, "Do you have to get drunk to play? Can't you just play like normal guys?" Lars gave me a pathetic look and stated firmly, "There are no 'normal guys'. All people in bands either drink or take drugs. What would you rather have us do; drink or drugs?" Knowing that I definitely didn't want the guys on drugs, I didn't respond and looked at my feet. Lars, knowing my answer nodded, "I thought so."

James was too busy looking around excitedly to notice my dispute with Lars. He pointed to a chair in the front of the building and said, "Why don't you go sit there? It's a pretty good spot." Deciding that it was a good spot and that I needed to get away from Lars before I punched him in the nose, I nodded and left the guys to prepare for the show. I took the seat that James had pointed out to me and waited for something to happen. While I was waiting, I found I was suddenly very thirsty.

Looking around for something to drink, my eyes scanned the room quickly for a bar. Unfortunately, it was far across the room and I didn't want to get up and walk all the way other to it. Yeah, I was kind of lazy, but I was sick too. So instead, I was forced to ignore my parched throat. Raven started their set in a few minutes and I did my best to concentrate on them instead. Raven wasn't terrible, but they weren't very interesting to watch. Halfway through their set, I found myself falling asleep.

However, my sleepiness didn't last long. A few minutes later, Lars and James came high-kicking their way across the stage, spraying beer at all the Raven guys as they danced by. I found myself laughing out loud as the Raven guys tried to shake the beer out of their hair and eyes. Catching my eye, James gave me a big grin before he disappeared in the backstage area. Unfortunately, Lars caught my eye too and decided to stick his tongue out at me.

A few minutes later, Lars and James were followed by Cliff. Cliff literally flooded the stage as he doused everything and everyone with water. It was really a miracle that nobody got electrocuted because water was going everywhere! Since I was sitting really close to the stage, I got a face full of water. Luckily, the water wasn't too cold and I was still able to laugh about the whole situation as Cliff disappeared off stage somewhere. In a sense, I should probably be thankful because I wasn't nearly as wet as the pour guys from Raven. They were soaking wet and were dripping everywhere!

Towards the end of the show, James and Lars joined the guys from Raven onstage for backup vocals and some rampaging air guitar. The guys were obviously drunk, but in this situation, that just made them all the funnier to watch. When the show was finally over, James took a flying leap into the audience. I was surprised by his audacity, but then again, it was just like James to do something like that. Amused, I watched as he landed a few feet from me.

As the show ended, everyone in the audience cheered loudly and a deafening wave of applause filled the building. Feeling triumphant, the guys onstage cheered and headed out into the crowd to meet their fans. Well, everyone except James that is. He grabbed a beer bottle from Lars and then made his way through the crowd to me. He had that silly, drunken smile on his face which always made me laugh. When he was standing in front of me, I kissed his mouth lightly and said, "You guys are officially crazy, butt that was a great show anyways. Thank Cliff for me for getting me soaked." I motioned to my sopping wet hair that was still dripping around my shoulders. My tank top was sticking to me as well, showing off all the curves of my body.

"Maybe I should thank him," James said with a nasty smile as he took my hand with the one that wasn't holding the bottle of beer, "You look pretty good wet. Anyways, come with me." Not sure where we were going, but having faith that James knew what he was doing, I obediently stood up and followed him through the crowd.

James and I weaved around several fans and eventually found ourselves in a hallway that lead to who-knows-where. Feeling like I was reliving the night where James had fucked me in the club, I raised my eyebrows at James and asked, "Where are you taking me? Someplace nice and warm, I hope?" Being doused with water earlier hadn't really done anything to help my sickness and I found I was shivering slightly even though it wasn't really all that cold in the building.

Leading me to the end of the hallway, James looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a look of concern, "Why are you cold? It's not that cold in here. It's actually kind of warm. But really, don't worry. You'll be warm in a minute." James kicked the silver door open at the end of the hallway and pushed me inside before shutting it behind us. Looking around, I found that we were standing in a small bathroom. There was a sink and mirror on one side of the room and a toilet on the other side.

"James, what the hell are we doing in here?" I asked. James didn't bother replying. Instead, he picked me up in his arms, laid me down on the tile floor and straddled me, kissing my mouth with light, feathery kisses. I let James kiss me for a few minutes, but pulled back when his hands started to dip under my shirt. I was still fucking cold and didn't want to lose the only warmth I had.

Pushing James' hands off my chest lightly, I broke off our kiss and said, "Not right now, James. I'm still too cold. Besides, we're on a cold, tile floor and I don't want to break my back by fucking in here." James obviously had other ideas, but he respected my wishes and rolled onto his side next to me. James opened the new beer bottle and took a long swig of it.

Eying me thoughtfully, James asked, "So what do you want to do in here now that we're alone?" I thought about that for a moment. Usually, I was dying to be alone with James. However, in these circumstances, I just didn't want to have sex. Having sex on the cold, hard floor didn't sound too delightful when you already felt like you were an icicle. Not knowing what else we could do, I shrugged at James and wrapped my arms tightly around my chest in an attempt to stay warm.

Looking over at James, I could see he was looking at my legs with interest. Giving me a silly smile, James said, "I have an idea. Just sit still for a moment, okay?" Deciding that James wasn't going to hurt me or do anything too crazy, I nodded and sat completely still as James came over to me and started pulling my skirt down. Wondering where this was going, I eyed him nervously. James yanked my skirt and panties off with a quick movement and gave me a reassuring smile, "I'm not gonna hurt you. Besides, that skirt wasn't really keeping you warm anyways. Don't you trust me?"

Did I trust James? Deep inside I knew I did. I nodded, "Yeah, I trust you." James smiled and split my legs apart as he leaned down and kissed me between my thighs, causing me to start dripping at the soft touch of his lips. To my surprise, James grabbed his bottle of beer, took a swig of it, and then eyed the spot between my legs curiously. Before I could figure out what the hell he was doing, James pushed my legs apart further and tipped his beer bottle down so that the liquid ran into the space between my legs.

"James, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I felt the cold beer run into my sensitive spots. James gave me a sheepish look as he filled me up with beer and then set his empty bottle aside. James flopped down on his stomach and looked up at me from in between my legs, "That didn't hurt did it?"

To be honest, it didn't hurt. Slowly, I shook my head. James smiled with satisfaction, "I told you it wouldn't. Now just relax, Olive." With that, James leaned forward and started lapping up the beer that he had just poured inside of me. The feeling was very, very weird. However, if I was being honest, I had to admit that it kind of felt good. James licked the beer out of me with a smooth, soft pink tongue. All the while, he looked up at me from between my thighs with an adoring expression on his face. James could be totally crazy, but he was sweet and cute as hell too.

James continued licking and sucking between my thighs until he had drained the beer out of me. I figured he would stop, but no, he continued flicking his tongue around my slit. Great...what was the little bastard up to now?