My Prophet

I sighed, peeking my head into the living room. Coralie sat on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest. She wasn't allowed to dance for two weeks and I was staying home with her. I was afraid she was depressed.

She barely eats, never wants to go out anymore. I felt awful for her. Tonight was New Years and I was determined to get her to come over to Patrick Fogarty's house.

I walked over to the couch and sat next to her. I laid my head on her knees and she giggled. "Hey babe?"

"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to go to Pat's tonight? It's going to be really fun!" I pleaded.

"Uh.." She sighed, "I don't know Andy."

"Please? You can't just stay here for two weeks! We have to have a little fun!" I exclaimed.

"I know." She lowered her eyes to look at me.

"So?" I said poking her side. She chuckled.

"Alright." She smiled, softly.

"Awesome." I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her quickly.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"It's at seven. So we need to leave in like an hour." I said, smiling.

"I should get ready then." She said, standing up. I followed her back into the bedroom. I changed quickly and waited for Coralie while she got ready in the bathroom.

She came out an hour later with a silver dress, that hugged her every curve on and tall heels. Her makeup was done perfectly and she had a small smile on her face.

"Wow." I said. She giggled and walked over to me. We linked hands. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Notes

A little filler! The next few chapters are going to be fun instead of sad for a change!

P.S.- I'm going to the Relapse Symphony tonight and I'm going to cry