Sat on the window pain my feet dangled down the side of the building. I felt calm with the bright sun beaming down on me. I told Marilyn I needed time on my own. My eyes welled up and I let the tears stream down my face. My parents have disowned me and I needed to get over that. I still have Rosie and the band are my family now.
Lying on the bed I put in my ears buds and played some music, I read a book, I took a bath, then I went downstairs.
I needed Marilyn asthough I was addicted to him. His lips, his touch, his smell, his comments, they all felt fresh like new love but it had been there for over a year.
Wrapping my arms round Marilyns waist I rested my head on the top of his back. "You okay?" Marilyn asked.
"Yeah." I said squeezing him. "We gotta start arranging the wedding." I smiled at the thought.
"Great. You better not go crazy." He smirked turning round and kissing me.
"I must be crazy to marry you." I smiled against his lips.
In one swift movement, Marilyn lifted me on to the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped around him and my hands played with his hair. "Can I braid your hair?" I asked laughing.
"Go braid Twiggys." He smirked.
And that was what I did.
With Twiggy lay on the bed I sat straddled across his back as I braided his dreadlocks. He was reading a magazine and complaining when I pulled his hair.
"Twig, I don't care if Marilyn disagrees, be the best man at our wedding?" I asked.
"Sure, the irony. Best man took the brides virginity." Twiggy chuckled.
"That better not be in your speech."
"You gonna invite your parents?" Twiggy asked.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. I guess I should give them the chance to go.
"Who's gonna be the bridesmaid?" Twiggy asked.
"Rosie and Britt." I said.
"Would Britt fuck me?" Twiggy asked.
"Who knows. Let her make up her mind and don't fuck her while shes drunk." I warned.
"What do you take me for?" Twiggy asked with a fake offended tone.
"I know you're a guy that would shamelessly shove his dick in anywhere he can." I smirked.
"That explains you then." He smirked back playfully.
Pulling his hair slightly harder I laughed when he let out a whimper. Twiggy tipped his body slightly causing me to fall off his back. He straddled me and pinned me down. His face was so close to mine. I couldn't help it. It just happened and I couldn't stop it. Lifting my head slightly my lips met his. It became heated quickly but after not even a minute Twiggy pulled away, stood up, and walked out the room wiping his lips.
Why did I have to do that?
Sitting up I rubbed my face, touched my lips, they were already throbbing, I knew if Marilyn found out there would be so much trouble. Twiggy could get badly hurt. Or Marilyn could get hurt. All I had to do was love Marilyn and I couldn't even love him and only him. I love Twiggy. But I love Marilyn more.
Standing up I walked out of Twiggys room and downstairs. Bad idea. Marilyn was lay there rolling a joint.
"Want some?" He asked placing it between his lips and lighting it.
"Why not." I sighed climbing between his legs and resting my back on his chest. I took the joint from his mouth and inhaled, exhaled before putting it back into Marilyns mouth. "I love you. No matter what." I said running my fingers down Marilyns jeans.
"I love you too. For better or for worse." Marilyn rolled his head back.
I fiddled with the ring on my finger. Then I saw the tattoos on Marilyns arms and decided I wanted one.
"I've been writing new music." Marilyn said. "I think I'm gonna cut my hair shorter."
"Ooo fangirl moment, what's the new music?" I asked, even though I was engaged to the man, the idea of new music still brought goosebumps of excitement.
"Called The Fight Song." He said.
"Get me your lyrics then." I sat up excitedly.
Marilyn stood up and walked off into the many rooms of his mansion. Twiggy appeared as soon as Marilyn went.
"I won't say anything." Twiggy said emotionlessly.
"Thankyou." I said, I couldn't even look him in the eye.
Just as quickly as he appeared, Twiggy disappeared.
Footsteps clicked against the wooden floor until Marilyn flopped down on the sofa beside me. He handed me a scrappy piece of paper with The Fight Song scribbled on the top.
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath in to survive
Well I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight (x8)
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that
Death was on sale today
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy (x3)
But the death of millions is just a statistic
Well I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
Well I'm not a slave to a God
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
Fight (x8)
The lyrics were brilliant. I wanted most of them tattooed onto my body. But I wanted "I'm not a slave to a God, That doesn't exist, And I'm not a slave to a world, That doesn't give a shit." On my right shoulder blade.
"This is great!" I squeaked throwing my arms round Marilyns neck.
"I'm gonna be out tomorrow with the band, recording it." His voice muffled through my hair.
"Britt, Rosie and Lee will be on their way down here." I smiled at the thought. I couldn't wait to see them again.
"So we should get the spare room ready, right?" Marilyn asked.
"For Rosie and Lee yeah. Something tells me Britt will be in with one of the boys." I smirked. Twiggy popped into my head. The thought got shoved to the back of my mind.
Marilyn soon disappeared to make some phone calls as I ran off upstairs to prepare the spare room. With the bed sheets changed and the room dusted and the en suite clean it was prepared for my scary hormonal sister and her scared fiance.
In the kitchen I baked triple chocolate cookies then sat on the sofa doing nothing until dark.
I couldn't stop thinking of Twiggy. It was playing on my mind and made me wonder whether I should even marry Marilyn if I'm that disloyal. I loved Marilyn though.
Do I love him enough to let him go?
