the target audience. // marilyn manson

this is evolution.

evolution •/evəˈlo͞oSH(ə)n/• noun. 1 : the process by which different kinds of living organisms are thought to have developed and diversified from earlier forms during the history of the earth. 2 : the gradual development of something, especially from a simple to a more complex form.

I woke up, recalling what had happened last night, 'Was that real? Maybe it was just a part of my dream' i remember thinking, i shook my head, laughing at myself for even thinking that it was real but upon standing up, i immediately fell down, feeling pain in my abdomen, my eyes widened, 'Was it really!?' i panicked, using the nightstand beside my bed for support, i walked to my cabinet, picking up my phone, not knowing who to call, 'Why not call the devil himself?' i thought, ready to question him, i opened the drawer picking up the piece of paper with his number and dialing it up in my phone, i put the phone in my ear, waiting for him to pick up.

"Good morning, doll." He said teasingly, already feeling the sly smile on his face.

"M-marilyn?" I said, still unsure.

"Hm?" He replied, waiting for me to talk.

"I... I can't stand up, i have work today..." I hesitantly said.

"Call in sick, i'll take care of you for the day." He chuckled, hearing his deep voice laugh made me feel something.

"Actually don't. I'll call in for you, just sit there and relax, i'll bring some breakfast for us too." He said distracted, it seemed like he was already getting ready.

"Ok, i'll see you." I said, pushing my lips out of boredom, suddenly, i felt a peck on my lips out of thin air, i gasped from the shock, touching my lips right after.

"Manson! Stop that." I yelled, my cheeks turning red, he chuckled as a reply.

"Ohh, you know you like it." He slowly said, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me, but before i could even reply, he ended the call, leaving me flustered.

About 20 minutes later, i received a knock on my door, limping as i made my way to it, i opened the door revealing Manson carrying a paper bag with his hair down, wearing a simple shirt and a mask to keep him unrecognized. I stepped away from the door so he could enter, closing the door behind him, before he could even say something, i held his cheeks, pulling my face closer to him until our lips met, his eyes widened, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving most of my weight to him, causing him to hold onto the wall for support, his other arm on the back of my waist, i pulled away after a minute, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

"Now you know how it feels." I proudly said with my arms crossed on my chest, he laughed, his hand resting on his stomach, i frowned, annoyed that he even found it funny.

He eventually walked away into my dining area, setting up the food he brought for me, i watched him as i remained seated on my couch, the embarrassment from what i did had only started sinking in.

"Food is ready." He said, smiling brightly at me, i limped towards the table, taking a seat in front of him, the room was silent as we ate, i took glances at him every now and then, noticing how well-mannered he was when eating.

After we finished eating, Marilyn volunteered to wash the dishes as i watch tv, i was too busy watching, not noticing that he was already done and was walking towards me, he took a seat on my left, holding a book, he stared at me for a while before reading, as i notice that he was beside me, i decided to tease him a bit.

"Soo... Marilyn..." I said, an annoying smile already appeared on my face, he looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

"Do you have wings or even horns? What about a tail?" I said, my face only inches away from his, he rolled his eyes at me and chose to ignore what i had asked him.