My Prophet

Coralie and I laid in our bunk, music blaring from the party going on around us. We had the curtains pulled and were watching American Horrror Story on my laptop.

"He raped her!?" Corrie exclaimed, taking my arm, and biting her nail.

"Seems like it." I chuckled.

"This show is too weird. I can't figure it out!" She groaned.

"I don't think we're supposed to be able too." I said, leaning my head on hers.

"Is the episode almost over? I'm done with this for tonight." She giggled and buried her face in my bare chest. We had our pajama's on even though it was only eight because we were staying in the bunk for the rest of the night.

"I think it's over." I said, clicking out of the page. "What do you want to watch now?"

"Hmm," She said, scrolling through Netflix. "What about...uh...I don't know."

"I think we've watched everything. And the summer has just begun." I laughed and looked down at her. She was smiling and glancing at the wall across from us. A small TV was hooked up on it.

"Let's just watch TV or something." She said, and I nodded before grabbing the remote off of the small ledge beside us and clicking it on. Some reality show about weddings was on. I felt Coralie sigh beside me and I did the same. We hadn't really had time to start planning our wedding and I doubt we would for awhile.

"I want you to be my wife." I sighed. I felt her arm slide across my chest and I put mine around her waist before taking her other hand in mine. She looked up at me sadly. "I want your last name to be Biersack." She leaned up and kissed me quickly.

"Me too." She whispered, nuzzling her face in my neck.

"Let's make a promise that we'll start planning as soon as we get back from tour." I said, holding out my pinky. She locked her's with mine, smiling.

"Promise."

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