Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

Wrapped in Plastic

"Come on guys let's get outta here." Tony says. We follow him out of the hotel, and onto the bus. It was finally our last day in this wretched place. Tony is driving us down to another Hotel in Jacksonville Florida. I sit on the couch and wait patiently for us to arrive, not talking to anyone. "We're here." Tony announces. I get up, grab my stuff and check us in to the hotel.

"Here." The clerk says. She seems nice. Better than the one at the other hotel. "Big fan, by the way." She whispers. I smirk.

"Thanks." I say and smile at her. I head to my room on the first floor this time and enter.

After a few minutes of getting situated I gear a knock on my door. Sighing, I go to answer it. Its Twiggy.

"Hey." He says quietly. "Can I come in?"

I step aside, letting him in.

"Hi."

He sits on my bed and looks at me. I sit beside him.

"Are you okay?"

I shrug and sigh.

"What's up?" He frowns.

"Just one of those days..." I lie. Truthfully, I was upset about everything with Tracy, and just upset in general. I'm just in a bad mood, sadly.

I look at him and try to fake a smile. His frown deepens.

"Brian.."

"I'm fine!" I snap. He looks taken aback by my sudden outburst. "Sorry.." I mumble.

"Its okay." He fidgets with the trim of his dress. An awkward silence creeps over us. "Sooo..." He says trying to fill the silence. He looks at me, his eyes filled with love and hurt.

Just as I was about to say say something, he kisses me. Surprised, I kiss him back and pull away after a few seconds.

"I love you, Brian." He never told me if that was a friendly gesture, or something more. And with that, he left. Leaving me sitting there, utterly confused. I run a hand through my hair and slowly lay down. What will tomorrow bring?

~•~

I wake up to loud banging on my door. "What the fuck?!" I yell as I open my door. "What?!"

I look to see Twiggy, his eyes are somewhat concerned. "You need to see this." Is all he said and with that he dragged me downstairs to the lobby. And what I saw, was amazing, yet horrific.

In the lobby, stands at least 1,000 of my fans, wanting to see me. My mouth hangs open in awe.

"Mr. Manson!!!" Girls shriek from the crowd. I chuckle and run a hand through my hair. I look at Twiggy.

"Uh..." I pause. "How did this happen?" He points to the girl at the desk who smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry..." She mouths. I shrug and look back at all of the fans.

"Twiggy!!" More people, girls and guys, yell our names from the mass of people.

Suddenly a man storms into the room. "What is this?!" He demands, looking at the clerk.

"Marie!" He shouts. "Get these freaks out of here!!" He yells and points at the fans. She flinches and does what he said.

"Sorry guys," I hear her mumble. I hear a few cuss words as they walk out of the hotel sadly. Even though there weren't many fans, because I'm not that popular yet, it still surprised me how many showed up. I frown and start walking back upstairs.

I shuffle into my bedroom, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Twiggy says goodnight and I nod unable to comprehend most things right now. I yawn and check the time. 2:35 am.

I groan and flop onto my bed. I shut my eyes and try to get some sleep.

Sighing in defeat, I slowly get up and grab my journal. I start writing song lyrics and looking at old songs I listened to in highschool.

I think its about time we started working on a new album...

A/N Hey guys, I know its short... :/ But, you have a ENTIRE series to look forward to! So don't let your hopes drop! Haha. Anyway, comment if you know the album after this one. ;) I'm pretty sure most of you will get it right! Alright, have an awesome day! Please remember to Vote and Comment.

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