My Strange BVB Dream

My mom is getting married.

Why? Why does she have to get married? I don’t like him, the groom, whoever he is.

It’s too much. I can’t deal with this right now.

I run through the large mansion and slam into Jake Pitts and Andy Biersack. I push past them, not asking why they were at my mother’s wedding.

Ah, finally, a bathroom. I wrench open the door, and I see Lauren Watson. I push past my feelings of resentment for my mother and her groom, and smile at her. We talk for a while. She’s funny, and I think she’s a bit drunk, but she makes me smile.

Finally, she disappears, and I’m left alone.

Before I have time to sob, the door is opened again. This time, CC stands under the frame and smiles down at me. CC. Christian Coma.

I tackle him into a hug. He hugs me back for a minute, then squirms when I don’t let go. I pull him in closer.

“Please stay with me.” I whisper.

I hear him chuckle awkwardly. “Okay, but why?”

I open my mouth to explain, but end up sobbing all over his bare chest. Finally, he hugs me back like he means it and we sink to the floor.

“Ssh…” He hushes me, rocking me back and forth. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“I don’t like him!” I wail. “I don’t even know his name!”

“I know,” He murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “I know. There’s nothing you can do to stop it now, though. Just wait it out. You’ll be gone in a few years anyways.”

I sniffle and nod, drying my eyes. “That’s true.”

CC smiles down at me and I can’t help but smile back.

“You wanna be friends?” He asks.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Sure.”

We stand up and he slips his hand in mine and together we skip out and go to where my mother is marrying a man that I don’t know.