So with the lovely image of Manson urinating I walked out into the refreshing yet sub zero British weather and went to get into the passenger side of the car, which any normal non driving passenger would, before realising that Manson's chauffeur was in the drivers seat therefore I had to sit in the back. I huffed and plonked my self down, not trying to hide the fact I was annoyed.
I adore car rides. I adore them more than I adore my platform boots, and that is a lot, but I can't enjoy them when I'm squashed up in the back seat. One because I can't talk to anyone in the front and two because I have no control over the music."What's the matter with you grumpy?" Manson asked, straining to turn around to look at me, creating three neck chins in the process. See what I mean?
"Nothing, I would just prefer to have my 46 your old guardian to be able to drive," I replied, raising my eyebrow at him.
"Well, for the time being, your 46 year old guardian isn't able to drive and my 15 year old responsibility has to deal with it." He called me a responsibility. I don't know if I should take that as a compliment.
"How long does it take to get to... Where ever we're going?"
"About 15 minutes, we're going to town." Oh wow. I hadn't been in town since I was 13. Town was basically an outdoor area that took around half an hour to walk from one end to the other and was filled with every shop imaginable, and at the very top was a relatively new indoor shopping centre called Drake Circus (I don't know why) and had a lot of teenage friendly shops like New Look and River Island. Unfortunately, the shops I used to go in, Blue Banana and Tribal Voice, were at completely opposite ends of town. Blue Banana is right outside Drake Circus so I always saw bitches walking around who would judge ever so subtly, and Tribal Voice was at the end with all the "Walmart" people, if that helps anyone at all.
In case any one is confused, the town I mentioned earlier wasn't this town, it wasn't even really a town, it was basically a small cluster of shops.
Because i couldn't stand to go even a minute without music, I put my headphones in and went to turn my Spotify on, before swearing profoundly because I didn't have any data left.
"Language young lady," Manson scolded jokingly.
"Sorry, my data's run out on my phone and it doesn't refresh for another two weeks."
"Two weeks? How much data do you get?"
"1 gigabyte."
"That's the first thing we'll fix then." I could basically hear the smirk in his voice. I didn't want to jump to conclusions but I had a feeling he was going to by me a new phone.
"I'll put the radio on if you want, any requests?"
"This may embarrass beyond comprehension but could you play your album? Specifically devil beneath my feet?" I asked timidly. Not two seconds after I spoke did the pulsating rhythm corse through the car, immediately setting me into a great mood. I started humming along to the lyrics I learnt after only listening to it twice.
"This is my favourite song off this album you know," I told him.
"Is it now?"
"Mmhmm," I bobbed my head and tapped my foot quite violently as the chorus was building up and before I knew it I was borderline kicking a hole through the car floor.
"Jesus Dixie, calm down!" Manson laughed.
I blushed and apologised. "I guess I like music too much."
After a few more songs we arrived and memories hit me like a tidal wave. I refused to let them wash over me and stepped out of the car and tried to keep my emotions to a minimum. Mansons chauffeur had dropped us more or less outside Drake Circus, conveniently right next to Blue Banana and oh my god, Athena. Athena is a poster shop I used to get all my Black Veil Brides posters from that I'd completely forgot existed.
"Right," Manson said, clapping his hands together. "Is there any where you want to go first?"
I turned my body towards Blue Banana and he got my hint pretty quickly.
"Okay, take some money and buy what ever you want, I need to do something." Before I could protest he shoved a purse in my hands that had a distressed Union Jack flag on the front and sped off in a random direction. I was about to shout for him but decided against it, shrugged my shoulders and walked into Blue Banana.
The first thing that caught my eye was this beautiful cream coloured dress with red roses all over it that had a black lacy under layer. I walked up to it and found my size and looked at the price tag. £35.00. Kinda pricey, for me anyway.I put it back and looked around some more. There were loads of things I wanted, like a funny top my mum used to like that has a picture of a man asking if a snake with a shape of another man in his belly has eaten his friend, a pair of jeans that had one leg red plaid and the other leg black, a number of band t-shirts but my mind kept going back to that dress. Eventually I went back to it and was about to buy it, when my eyes wandered just a tiny bit to the right. It was at that moment when I knew my spirit had been reincarnated into these shoes.
There was a pair of strapless open toe wedges that were mainly teal but had bright pink and yellow blood splatters all over it and graphic design type text and zombie eyes all over it, not to mention the baby pink bow above the toe that had been made out of the ribbon that had been sewn around the ankle, but the other pair were beyond perfect. They were around 6 inches high, black in colour, stiletto style heel, supportive ankle strap, and the entire thing was covered in obnoxious spikes.I looked at the prices. £40 and £125 respectively. Maybe I could beg Manson for a couple extra quid. Well, a couple hundred quid. I looked in my purse to see how much I had and nearly dropped it.
"Holy shit!" I shouted. I quickly put my hand over my mouth as everyone looked and a woman trying to tear her daughter away from some pretty awesome tunnels tutted at me. I apologised and recounted to make sure I wasn't being blonde. The figure stayed the same after the third time. £1000. In cash. This couldn't possibly be right. Even if it was, I don't think I'd be able to spend it all without feeling bad.
I sighed and mentally waved goodbye to my babies before smacking into something that was cold and leathery and clung to my face. I peeled myself off this human glue stick and looked up to see a very happy Manson.I thought I'd find you here," he said. "I got you something." I noticed he had his hands behind his back, but not before I noticed my foundation all over his probably authentic and expensive leather jacket. I pray to God he won't see.
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," he said."Seriously?" I asked, shifting my weight to one foot. "I'm not 5."
"Just do it!" He almost screamed. I quickly obeyed and felt a small rectangular object being placed slowly into my hands. I opened my eyes and saw an iPhone 6+. No way.
"Oh my god, you didn't have to get this for me," I said, staring at the phone as if it was an alien.
"I know, but I wanted to, so I did," Manson said, looking very smug. "It has unlimited data and 32 gigabytes of storage so you have plenty of space to store your nudes."
My face flamed and I punched him, but all he did was laugh.
"Thank you so much Marilyn, really, this is amazing."
"No problem kiddo." We were about to walk out of the shop when he said "Did you spend any money yet?"
"Oh, uh, no... Is this right?" I asked, shaking the purse.
"Yes, it's all yours and you have to spend it else it'll go to waist."
"You sure?" Needless to say I was skeptical. This was a lot of money to give to a teenage girl with no knowledge of money management. He nodded, so without hesitation I ran back inside and bought everything I wanted.
To show my appreciation I wore the angel shoes for the rest of the day, but within two hours of shopping and too many bags to carry I began to regret it, but it still didn't stop me from thinking I could get used to this.I hate filler chapters as much as the next person but it had to be done
If you really want to see the dress and shoes you can go on www.bluebanana.co.uk but if you don't, see you next Tuesday <3
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