My Prophet

"WAKE UP CORALIE! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" I screamed jumping on her. She scrambled in the sheets and smacked my shoulder.

"Bierack it's-"

"One, Coralie. You slept until one." I said, grabbing her waist and trying to pull her out of bed. She gripped the head of it and I noticed she was naked from the 'us time' we had last night. I gave up on trying to pull her out and flopped down beside her.

"We stayed up too late last night." She smirked at me. Our intimate moments was by the tree, the lights shadowing her face as our bodies became one.

"Well I'm glad we did." I grinned, kissing her cheek. She tugged on the hem of my red sweater.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked.

"Since ten, your a lazy ass." I shook my head. She rolled her eyes and got out of bed. I ran my eyes down her body, lazily as she grabbed a bra, underwear, leggings, and a red, black, and green Christmas sweater. She ran to the bathroom and got ready while I stood up and waited for her.

"Aren't you cute?" I said as she walked out.

"Your cuter!" She chuckled, as we walked into the kitchen and living room. "What time is everyone coming over?"

"Five." I said. They were all bringing dishes and we were making a few pies.

"We should make the pies." She said, trying to move towards the kitchen but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the tree.

"Nope. Presents first." I sat down with her on my lap. She reached for a medium sized box.

"You open yours, then." She grinned and I chuckled. I tore the perfectly wrapped paper and opened the box. Lying on top was a picture of the two of us.

It was from the waist up and I was kissing the underside of Coralie's jaw while she looked down at me and smiled softly, her eyes almost closed. Her hand was gently wrapped in my long hair. I still remember the day we took this. Keenan did it without us knowing, the day after I got back from tour the second time.

The frame around the photo had the lyrics to Without You by Motley Crüe: our song, "Baby..." I muttered, "I love it."

"That's not all, keep going." She said, gesturing to the box. I reached in and grabbed the next thing. It was a black, leather notebook. I opened it up to see the first page written on. That slanted, bubbly writing that could only be indicative of the left handed Coralie Johnson.

Dear Andy,

I bought you this notebook to write your songs in because I've seen your other one and it's fucking gross. Seriously Biersack, they're like 99 cents at the dollar store.

Just kidding, but I really hope you like this. Know that I love you and if you ever need some inspiration, just flip the page.

-Coralie Johnson<3

I flipped the cute note over to see a picture of us pasted in the middle of tons of pictures with my family and friends. "This is awesome! I needed a new notebook so bad, you're right."

"One more thing." She said, coyly. I reached in the box to grab the last present. It was a thinner box that obviously held jewelry. I opened it up to reveal a thick, silver chained necklace with a dragonfly pendant. I immediately kissed her jaw, right on her sweet spot causing her to gasp.

"You're the greatest girl on the planet. You know the right?" I muttered into her ear, as I kissed her cheek repeatedly. She giggled and pressed her mouth to mine. I layed back with her still in my arms and deepend the kiss. She moaned as I pulled away to nibble on her ear. "Now you have to open yours." My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure she could feel it.

"Why is your heart beating so fast!?" She exclaimed. I shrugged sitting up and keeping her in my lap. I reached over and grabbed the poorly wrapped bag her present was in. She took the paper off of the top of it and pulled out her present.

It it was a black photo album with a small picture of us in the middle. She opened it up and looked at the first page. It was one of the shots we'd taken with Pat. She curled up into my chest and we were leaning close to each other, almost about to kiss. We had our eyes locked, baby blue's to baby blue's. Small smiles were on each of our faces as we looked at the loves of our lives.

She flipped through the album, tearing up every now and then. "This is the sweetest thing ever, babe. I love it so much, thank you." She kissed my nose.

"Go to the last page, Corrie." I chuckled and she did. Her mouth dropped as she read the words on the page.

It was a confirmation for two plane tickets to Hawaii and under that a confirmation for the resort we'd be staying at. "Oh my god." She shook her head. "We're not!? You didn't!?"

I just nodded, still laughing at her.

"We're going to Hawaii. We leave on the 27th and stay through the 3rd." I chuckled, squeezing her waist.

"Oh my god, Andy! Thank you so much! This is huge! You didn't have to do this.." She shook her head.

"Corrie, I want to go on this vacation just as much as you do. We can get away, spend time together. I already called LAB, and they said you could have off. Don't worry I have everything taken care of. Just relax with me." I leaned in to kiss her softly, again.

"Your absolutely amazing, Andrew Dennis Biersack." She grinned at me.

"And you are too. Now let's go make some pies!"

Notes

Christmas at the Biersack-Johnson residence! How much longer will that Johnson be needed? Keep reading to find out!