"Hello?"
"Hey, Brian. It's Y/N."
"Oh, hi honey, how are you?"
"I'm doing pretty good, you?"
"Good. So, why'd you call me?"
"I just wanted to talk to you. I really just wanna be with you right now."
"Didn't we agree we wouldn't be in a relationship when we're on tour?"
"Yeah, I know, but I just.. I don't know."
"What's wrong?"
"It's stupid, really."
"Tell me."
"Well, it's dumb, but.. I had a really bad dream."
"About me?"
"Yeah."
"What happened in it?"
"I was meeting you at your parent's house after tour. You got there, and we embraced and all that, but right then, all these crazy Christians showed up with machine guns and shit. They locked us in the house, and said we couldn't leave. I escaped in a hail of gunfire, barely missing getting shot, and hid for 2 days in a creek. When I came out, the house was totally burned out and empty. I couldn't find anybody, I didn't have my phone, or anything really. But eventually found out that you were killed. It was just such an emotional dream, you know? Like the emotions were so, so real."
"Wow. That's intense. Hits home for me, too, cause I've had lots of death threats in the past. I've never really told you about them, thought, so I don't know where your dream came from."
"Well, there's occasionally people with signs at our shows."
"Seriously? Since when?"
"Like, forever."
"I've never seen them."
"Yeah, 'cause you're not out in the open at the few shows of ours that you've been to."
"True."
"The dream just really showed me how much you really mean to me. I just want to be with you, no matter what. Fuck touring, we'll tour together or something, I just want to be yours."
"And I feel the same way, honey. But, I don't think this is what we should be doing right now. Our bands are both doing well, and if we tried to do that it'd get in the way of our bands, and I don't want to do that."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. After this tour we can talk about it, though."
"Yeah, we'll talk then. But for now, I don't want to have a long-distance relationship like we planned."
"Right. I hope we can eventually work something out. I really do love you."
"I love you too, babe. And since I love you so much, I don't wanna fuck up our relationship when we're apart, so we're on hold."
"Cool. I like the way you put it that way."
"So, what have you been up to, lately?"
"Not much. Tour's going good."
"Yeah? Who do you hang out with?"
"Motionless In White."
"Nice. They're good guys."
"Yeah, I'm like best friends with Ricky, the guitarist. He has a huge crush on me, though, which sucks. We actually had a sleepover last night."
"Sounds kinky."
"No! Hell no, it was totally a friend thing, I swear."
"So, did you tell him about the dream since he was there?"
"Yeah. When I woke up in the morning, I was so fucked up I couldn't even talk for, like twenty minutes. He was starting to freak out."
"That sounds funny."
"Yeah, I can't even remember what happened. He told me I was just standing there staring at the wall with this blank expression. He said he was yelling super loud and shit, I can't even remember a thing."
"So, you just woke up standing there?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Did you do anything with Ricky?"
"No. I told you, we're like best friends. Funny thing, though.."
"What?"
"I'm kinda falling for Chris, I think…"
"Great. Go for him."
"Yeah, Ricky told me Chris is like too scared to talk to me, which I think is complete bullshit. But, I don't think I want to go for him now. I just want you."
"Babe, just go for him. You guys could have serious potential. Trust me, I can wait. Just go for Chris."
"I don't know.."
"Trust me. Just try it. Please?"
"Well…"
"For me?"
"That's not even fair. You're my lover and you're telling me to love someone else."
"It's best for you. Trust me. I have had quite a lot of romantic experiences, and I know. You might not see it, but in the long run, this is what's best for you to do. Chris is perfect for you. Your qualities balance eachother out."
"How?"
"Well, you both have a lot in common already. But, where you're immature, he's mature. Like, you can help eachother be better people. Plus, he's young and in his good music phase. I'm just an old man that plays out of style, washed up, music and wears too much makeup."
"Hahaha! You're not old. And you're a genius musician."
"Whatever you say, hun. Just do it, okay?"
"Okay, I will. But I'm hoping you're right about this."
"Just remember, it's what old Marilyn wants you to do."
"That'll help a lot. Thanks."
"Sure thing, babe. Now go get him. Now! Why are you wasting your time talking to me, when you could be riding him already?"
"Hhaha, you crack me up. Thanks for the advice."
"Anything for you, love. I'll talk to you later."
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
I sigh and smile. My Brian. He is so perfect. I still can't believe that I am dating Marilyn Manson! It's so unbelievable. All of the sudden, Chris pops out of nowhere.