Dreams

Keep It Sweet In Your Memory

Jonah, Dylan, and I were walking the streets trying to find a Target. When all of a sudden we find this event going on that was blocking off a corner of the street that we needed to cross. When I looked at the truck, in blue lettering, "In loving memory of Corey LaBarrie." Jonah walked confidently into this place, leaving Dyl standing outside frozen and I waiting patiently on Dyl. I know how close Dyl and Corey were and how in the sparkle of his eyes you could see all the memories they shared flash in his eyes, so I waited a little bit before talking Dyl into going inside.

"Hey Dyl, why don't-"

" Nonononono I can't go in." Dyl was panicked.

"Hey hey hey, look at me," I calmly asked, and he looked down at me terrified, "I'll go with you and I won't leave your side until we leave and are done doing whatever they offer in there. Okay?"

"Promise?" He asked.

"I promise," I said confidently. He took my hand in his and together we walked into the boarded off-street. Once we got into the place, I searched to find an empty table, finding one in the back for just us to sit at. No fans, and no Jonah. We set our stuff so that people knew that table was occupied and walked up to the front stick with our hands linked and him squeezing tighter. We found out from the lady that was running the event that she felt like she needed to do something for his friends and family. And came up with the idea of making candles to put out on his gravestone.

Dyl looked not so confident about all this. I thanked the lady for doing so and she went on to show us what we needed to complete the candles. It was clay to mold something to hold the wax. We took the supplies back to our table and started making our candles. Every once and a while a fan would come up to us and I would have to explain that we were there not to take pictures with the fans or ask for attention but to make a candle for one of our friends. Most of them were super understanding of all of this and some were not. I knew it going to be one of those drama Instagram pages and all over Twitter bashing both Dyl and me. I didn't feel the need to care because I knew that the true fans would destroy them once they found out.

Dyl made a candle that looked better than mine. It was a beautiful camera and it looked like the one Corey would use to film his content on. Mine on the other hand was a normal holder but on the outside I tried my best to carve in some of the tattoos our friends had gotten in memory of Corey, that I thought looked good until I looked and the focused Dyl next to me.