Her Orange Dreadlocks

F.I.V.E. I want you lovely.

[This chapter was hard to write but I sure hope you enjoy it!]

F.I.V.E.

What is he doing here? How did he know where I would be? Why do I have this stupid look on my face?

All of these questions were spinning through Eliza's head as she stood in front of the man who'd offered her her dream yesterday, and was now standing in front of her show choir building and smiling at her in a strange way that she couldn't decipher. Eliza's cheeks were red, and she was breathing heavily from the dancing and singing she'd done earlier. Eliza was the only one that had left the building and she knew that Terrance was still inside and would come out any time.

"What are you doing here?" she'd asked him.

"I came to pick you up from practice. Is that okay?" he'd asked her.

"I have a car, you know? I drove here myself." she said quietly, raising her eyebrows, jingling the keys in her hand.

"Oh well, I guess you caught me." he said, chuckling deeply. Eliza blushed again. What the hell is going on?

"So...why are you really here?" she asked him again, her eyes widening when she heard the glass door of her choir room opening, and then gentle footsteps following behind her on the stairs.

Oh man.

"Oh Eliza you're still he--" Terrance's voice was halted when he stopped beside her. "Oh my goodness--is that--Marilyn Manson?!" he exclaimed, staring at the man in front of Eliza.

Eliza put her palm over her face and looked back at Terrance. "Yes, Terrance. This is the client I spoke of earlier. The reason I was late to practice today." Eliza said gently.

Terrance gaped at her, and then back at Marilyn, who just stared at Eliza curiously.

"Oh...Um...Well..I seem to be interrupting..." he paused, "so, I'll see you later, Lizzie, darling." he said, hugging her tightly before walking away.

Eliza watched Terrance look back at the two of them before he got into his tiny red car and drove away, probably not yet processing who he just saw standing with her.

Eliza was sure she'd hear all about it at the next choir meeting, and was suddenly not so excited for it as she usually was. Her eyes returned to Marilyn, who stood in front of her still, his eyes carrying a strange sense of amusement.

"What?" she asked him, a little nervous.

"Oh nothing, just amused at how you handled that situation." he said shrugging his shoulders.

This man--who was almost thirty years older than her--was beautiful, and Eliza was shocked by the attention to detail he spent when he'd put his makeup on. Today he was wearing a grey suit, a dark blue tie, and a pair of black combat boots. His long black hair was loose now, around his face, and hanging down onto his shoulders, no hat to hide it. The light from the still hanging sun made him stand out more, and Eliza couldn't help but stare.

"How should I have handled it, Manson?" Eliza shot at him, smirking a bit as the man grinned at her in return.

Marilyn leaned up from his position on his car and looked at her closely. "I am not quite sure. Probably better than that." he chuckled again at her fallen expression. "I'm only kidding. Now, I have a question." he said seriously.

Eliza shrugged, "Shoot." she said, waiting to hear what he wanted to say.

Marilyn grinned once again and walked around her slowly, "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?" he asked her quietly.