It seemed like a dream half the time.

Waking up in a bus or in a hotel, and knowing that you were a member of Slipknot. You were used to it by now, mostly.

Still, though. Every single day was a new adventure.

You'd been friends with all of the boys for years, and you were especially close to Joey.

Even though you were not a beast on the drums like he was, the two of you could always spend a day making up new drum parts and conversing about accents and fills that would make the songs sound even better than they already were.

On one particular day, when all of you were in the studio, Corey was messing around with his hair, braiding it, putting it up, putting it in buns, multiple pony tails, some awkward looking pig tails, etc.

Just, anything and everything that one could possibly do with their hair, he was attempting it.

On that day, he has asked you to braid his hair, since you were the only one that could do an actual braid, or at least, one that would actually hold and look good.

After delicately braiding his hair, you came around in front of him, making sure that it looked nice.

You grabbed the braid from the back, and he went very quiet as you were close in proximity to him.

You pulled the braid above his head and brought it to the front, making it look slightly silly.

His eyes were fixed on you, your eyes, your smile and lips.

Corey had always ben particularly fond of you.

You always thought maybe he just thought of you as some kind of sibling, though that's not how you felt about him.

You weren't aware that that's not how he felt about you either.

And after that day, he knew for sure that he was in love with you and there was nothing he could do to stop that feeling.

Slowly and progressively he'd been falling for you, watching you perform on stage, listening to you talk during interviews, seeing your expression and wonderful ideas come to life in the studio to help the band make great hits.

You were able to connect with everyone, and help everyone with their parts no matter what they were.

You had a certain ear for music, and you were intelligent and thoughtful, and he really genuinely loved that about you.

His only problem was that he didn't know when he would tell you. If he would tell you, that is. He didn't know how you'd react.

But he knew that if he did tell you, it would probably be some time soon.

He didn't know when... Just... soon.

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Sooner came quite quickly, to his surprise.

He didn't actually mean to tell you, but it just happened so quickly.

You had all just finished a performance on stage, and he thought that you were particularly charming on stage that day.

Charming, hardcore, punk, beautiful, and an other positive word he could think of.

And well, it just sort of happened.

As he ran off stage at the end of the show, when he caught up with you, his hands found their way to your hips, your back found the wall, and his lips found yours.

It shocked you at first when his lips made contact with yours, but you weren't complaining in the slightest.

You'd wanted this for as long as you could remember, and here it was.

As soon as he parted from you the first words he'd said were "I'm in love with you."

You stared into his eyes for a moment, taking in all that had just happened.

The adrenaline from the show was still coursing through your veins.

In a breathy voice you responded, "I'm in love with you, too." and your lips found his once more as you and he desperately tried to convey your adoration for one another.

Never again would you hold back from telling one another just how much you loved the other person.

Never again.