Y/Ns PoV:
Lars and I were walking out of my room to go lie on the sofa together when we saw Kirk holding a wah pedal like it was his last life in a video game while crying about needing 'all the wah in the world'. Lars laughs, 'I don't think I've told you but Kirk sometimes sleep walks...' we stare at him for a second as he blabbered on, 'And sleep talks..' Lars blinked quickly and turned on his heels, wrapping his arm around my waist and we walked to the living room where we were met with Cliff and James talking.
'Hey dudes.' Lars waved at them and they nodded back, continuing to chat amongst themselves. He sat down and invited me to sit on his lap. We talked about dreams and things we wanna do in the future, one of my wishes was that I wanted to buy a bunch of stuff that reminded me of Lars so when he wasn't with me I had something to remind me of him. He asked me what kind of stuff and I said anything really, 'Maybe like a special shirt or plushie. Pillow maybe?' I shrugged, he chuckled lightly, playing with my hair. 'Hey, I forgot to tell you, there's a party that the guys are going to tonight, they asked me if I wanted to come but I'd only go if you're going so would you like to go?' I make an 'ooh' noise, 'Sure! I'd love to go. What time's it at?' he looked over at the clock I had hung up in my kitchen, 'Eight thirty and right now it's nearly two.' I nod and rest my head on his shoulder as I fiddle with his hand.
'Mmm.. So that leaves me with roughly four more hours before I have to spend up to two hours getting ready... Okay. Nice.' I mumble to myself while counting the hours on his fingers, he chuckles, 'Sweetie, what are you doing?' I look up at him slightly, shrugging. 'Talking... To myself. About how I could potentially spend my time leading up to the party.' I sigh, 'I don't know..' Lars holds my hands, smiling and shaking his head. Suddenly Cliff appears behind Lars, waving at me with a huge grin. I giggle, 'Sweetie, what are you laughing at?' Lars asks me with a confused smile. 'Cliff's behind you. Hi Cliff.' I say, waving back.
<Later>
'Y/N, sweetie wake up. There's an hour and a half 'till the party starts.' I hear faintly. Lifting my head up, I realise I had fell asleep, 'Shit. Uh.. How long have I been sleeping for?' he looked over at the clock on the wall, 'Like.. Three hours?' I stared at him. 'THREE HOURS?' I whisper-shouted, 'What the fuck did you do while I was sleeping?' he shrugged, 'I talked to Cliff and watched a movie on my phone.' rolling my eyes, I kissed his cheek softly and got up from my spot on his lap and he got up shorty after me.
'Lars, should I wear this—' I ask, holding up a formal white long sleeve shirt with a collar, '—Or this?' I quickly grab a light blue spaghetti strap shirt and hold it up to my chest. He ponders for a second, humming softly, 'I guess the blue one but I dunno, whatever you want really.' suddenly I get a great idea. 'Holy shit! Thank you so much I just got a great idea.' He tilts his head and smiles, confused. 'And what might that be?' I smile widely, going through all the clothes in my wardrobe until I found my black spaghetti strap shirt. I grab that and my formal white shirt. 'I'm gonna wear this—' I say, pointing to the white shirt, '—Over this.' I smile lifting up my black shirt quickly and then I walk to where he's sitting on my bed, kiss him quickly and then run to the bathroom.
Not too long after I exit the bathroom, Lars was up and inspecting every inch of me, brushing fluff off my shirt and making sure my leather skirt was at the perfect length. I liked how he was such a perfectionist yet he always seemed to not give a fuck at all. He sits back down on the bed infront of me, 'Should I wear makeup? I'm not too sure.' I looked around for a short while awaiting an answer. 'Maybe a bit if you'd like. I personally think the whole foundation and shit is bullshit. Like — Sure it covers your slight acne but y'know it makes it worse. Plus, you don't look too bad with acne. Atleast yours isn't as bad as James'.' He shrugs, smiling slightly. 'Hey! James' isn't terrible.' I laugh, he laughs with me, 'Sure whatever. Anyway can I do it? You know I'm good at doing massacre—?' he paused, 'Massa... Mas.. Uh.' he looked up at me, 'What's that eye shit called?' I begin laughing once more, nearly tripping over, 'Massacre? Lars oh my god—' he frowns, 'Hey! Don't make fun of me.' I smile, 'You're right. I'm sowwy my wittle Larsy boo boo bear.' Lars looks at me with a grimace, I giggle. 'It's called mascara babe.' He raised his eyebrow, 'Babe? Anyway yeah that stuff. Can I do it for you?' I shrug, 'I don't see why not.' as I walk to my makeup drawer I hear him humming For Whom the Bell Tolls.
