Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

Organ Grinder

I wake up, back in the hotel. How and when the fuck did I get here? I notice that my whole body is trembling. I wrap my arms around my torso and shakily walk to the bathroom. I sigh and sit on the side of the tub, rubbing my face. What the fuck happened? I hear a knock on the door. I flinch. I get up and walk to the door. "Who is it?" I ask as I open the door. Its Stephen. Disappointment courses through my body. Where's Twiggy? "Hey." I greet him and motion him to come in. He doesn't. "What's up? You okay?"

"Yeah, you should probably come see this." He motions me to follow and leads me to Twiggy's room. He knocks on the door and Twiggy answers all hyped up.

"What the fucks up with him?!" I ask alarmed.

"He's crazed on Whiskey and Speed." Or at least that's what he told me. We both walk into his room. "He got it from Daisy and Sara." I put my hands on Twiggy's shoulders.

"Damn, Twiggs chill!" He giggles and hiccups. And starts jumping in place. "No." Pogo hands me a bottle of water. "Thanks. Here, Twiggs, drink this." He does and it calms him down a bit. He hiccups again and flops on his bed. "Watch him." I command as I walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Madonna asks.

"To talk to, Daisy and Sara. Duh." I say like its obvious. He grunts. I wasn't trying to snap at him, at the moment I was pissed at Sara and Daisy for pulling this "Prank" on Twiggy. I know he's knew and all but they shouldn't have lied to him about what was in the drinks he drank. Those fuckers... I bang on their door. "Sara! Daisy! Open up!"

"Coming! Coming! Geez!" I hear Daisy's muffled voice. He opens the door. I walk in.

"What the actual fuck?!"

"What?" They both say.

"You know what." I say through gritted teeth. "You basically drugged him you assholes!" I shout as I walk into the kitchen.

"It was just a prank." Sara simply says.

"Yeah cool it Manson." Outraged I grab a glass beer bottle and throw it against the wall they're standing by. "What the fuck?!" Daisy yells.

"I don't care if it was a prank or whatever the fuck it was. Don't do it again. He can take drugs on his own time. And the drugs he chooses. Understood?" They nod. And with that I storm out of the room to check on Twiggy.

~•~

"They drugged me?" Twiggy asks in disbelief.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds really bad." He frowns. "Okay, overall yes. But in their terms it was a prank." He sighs and fiddles with one of his dreads.

"I forgive them, its fine." I look at him, shocked. He shrugs a little. "I was probably gonna end up doing drugs later anyway. I dunno." He chuckles a little.

"Well oookay?" I say dragging the word out. "I thought you be pissed."

"I am kinda, but its over and done with. I'm just gonna leave it be, I don't want to cause tension."

"A-alright." I get up and pat him on the back. "Um, if you need anything I'm here for you." He smiles at me warmly.

"Thanks Brian." I smile back at him.

"Your welcome." I pause. "Remember only between us can you call me that, okay?" He smiles and nods. I wave and walk out of his room and into mine. I sigh, and flop onto my bed, remembering that we have another performance two days from now. We should get out and do something tomorrow. I think to myself. I sit up on my bed, picking at my black nail polish and pondering.

~•~

"So where are we going?" Twiggy asks as we walk out of the Hotel. I give a cute wave to the clerk as we walk out. He just glares at us.

"Um, probably McDonalds, or something." He smiles.

"Yesss!" He cheers. We pile into our rental van and I drive us to McDonalds. I pull into the drive through.

"So, what do you all want?" They tell me their orders and I repeat it to the junky metal microphone.

"Is that it hun?" The lady asks.

"Yea." She gives me the price and I pull into a parking lot to wait for this huge order to come. After a couple of minutes the woman comes out with a tray, with multiple bags on top. I notice Twiggy eyeing her flirtatiously. A sinking feeling forms in my stomach, but I brush it off. "Here ya go." Twiggy waves. She giggles and waves back, walking back inside. I hand everyone their bags, saving Twiggy's for last, I rudely toss it to him.

"Thanks...?" He mumbles.

"Mmhmm." I start the car and squeal out of the parking lot.

"What the fuck, Brian!?" Twiggy yells. The others freeze. I tense up. He realizes what he said and stares at me in shock. I take a long deep breath, and clear my throat. "I mean Marilyn. I-I ... I'm sorry." I shake my head to silence him.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten jealous."

"Jealous?" I tense up. He didn't know! Ugh!

"Yeah..." I say quickly. "Let's just drop it. I'll talk to you later." Its silent after that. An awkward atmosphere fills the van. I sigh. "We're here." We get out of the van and walk back to our rooms. Twiggy follows me into mine, sneakily. I jump.

"Hey." He waves, shortly.

"Hi." I sit on the edge of my bed.

"Soooo..." Twiggs says, he fidgets nervously. I look at him expectantly. "Why were you jealous?" I frown and shrug.

"I don't know. I guess I had some attraction towards you." He looks at me surprised.

"Oh." He smiles. "That's cute, I think I like you too." I smile.

"I don't know if it would work out with the others. Maybe we can pull it off on stage and for our audience." He looks disappointed at first. But then realization forms on his face.

"A-alright." He kisses me, which takes me off guard, I kiss him back. And with that, he exits the room, leaving me wanting more. He waves and smiles on his way out. I return the gesture. Oh what my life has turned into...

A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know most of you don't believe in Maniggy. And to a certain degree, Maniggy is true, and its not. Yes they had a relationship on stage. And they said it was for the fans. Manson actually said that in an interview. When I remember which one I'll post it to this chapter. Anyway, please remember to Vote, and Comment if you'd like. Thanks! Have a great day! :)