to be like you (patrick stump x marilyn manson)

Chapter One (Marilyn's POV)

Marilyn sat in his room covered wall to wall with band posters. He was listening to some ANGSTY music on his IPod touch. His dads, Dan and Phil, told him to not listen to such music as it was in "poor taste". He guesses they just didn't understand the genius of Limp Bizkit.

"Briiiiannn! Dinner!" Phil called out from the kitchen. Marilyn could not hear as his music was too loud.

"BRIAN HOWELL??" His other dad, Dan, called out. He immediately sensed his false name being called out and was catapulted into a firey rage. He bolted down the stairs to confront his father for not using his true name, his vampire name.

"YOU WILL REFER TO ME AS LORD MARILYN MANSON VI" he yelled.

"Honey, we can refer to you as whatever you want" Phil spoke calmly "You just need to learn to be respectful."

"Next time you you yell at us like this we will have to take away your IPod touch" his husband spoke briefly after.

"NOT MY IPOD TOUCH" he yelled in disbelief. He could not believe his parents would even CONSIDER doing such a thing. His IPod touch was his whole life. He did everything from obsessively texting his ex, Onision, to listening to Limp Bizkit on it. His IPod touch was more than just a piece of technology to him, it was a prized possession, an heirloom, his personal crown jewels, a friend that had been with him through thick and thin and Dan was just going to take it.

"Speak to your father respectfully" Phil warned.

"NOT IF HE WANTS TO GROUND ME FROM MY IPOD TOUCH!!" Marilyn bellowed tears beginning to fall from his green orbs.

"Nope that's it" Dan said sternly as he held out his hand. Marilyn hissed at him as he held his IPod close to his body. He was not about to back down to a British twink. "Marilyn, I'm going to count to three and you're going to give it to me" he cationed.

"NO YOU MORTAL" he screamed in anguish.

"One" Marilyn felt the tears fall from his eyes. He knew he was stronger than this, but his mortal father felt stronger in this moment.

"Two" he couldn't take it anymore. He began to shake as he fell to the floor.

"Three" he had finally reached his limit. He threw his iPod touch at his father who immediately dodged it. He couldn't believe it.

His IPod touch was broken.

He felt his heart shatter into a million little pieces, just like the screen of his IPod. He began to sob. He couldn't believe his fathers had cost him his IPod touch.

"I.... I can't believe you" he choked out, still crying on the floor. "You are despicable...I despise you... you are MONSTERS" he cried out. He bolted back up to his room to cry himself to sleep. He didn't know how he could possibly live without his IPod touch by his side. He felt so sad and alone. All thanks to his fathers who could care less about his IPod touch.