Chapter 3 Clothes and dates
- Walks over to walk in closet. -
I have three options for dresses I would wear.
One. Black strapless knee length dress with a black belt and a red skull belt buckle.
Two. A dark blue strapless maxi dress.
Three. A lime green sparkly dress with little blacks skulls all over it.
Obviously I picked one.
I put it on and straighten my shoulder length brown hair. I put on dark red eyeshadow and red lipstick.
5:59 pm.
Hell. He'll be here In one minute. I grab my suitcase and purse and wait.
Then I hear a knock.
I open the door.
And standing there is some guy.
'Hello I'm Marilyn MANSON'S body guard. He's waiting for you in his private limo. Let me take your bags.'
I walk outside with his bodyguard. I see the limo.
'Here you go beautiful.' I hear someone softly talking behind me as 12 white and red roses get handed to me. Then I see him. Marilyn Manson.
'Thank you. So much.' I run up to him and hug him never wanting to let go.
'Well. Shall we get going?'
'Yeah.' I stutter.
'So.' He says.
'Tell me about you.'
'Well. My name is Kristin. I come from a pretty big family. I have two sisters. My mom works for the newspaper and my dad a casino.'
'That's nice.'
'May I ask why you chose me for your date.'
'Because you're amazing.'
'I love your music.'
'Thanks. I've never been picked for the date.' He softly chuckles.
'Why not?'
'Everyone thinks I'm a creep.'
'Not me.' I say.
'Thanks.' He replies.
We get to some building that looks like a mansion. Marilyn gets out and walks over to my door and opens it for me.
'Are you comfortable having supper at my house? The paparazzi nazis have been all over me lately.'
'Definitely.'
'Where's your house?'
'Right in front of you dear.'
'That's your house. Oh my god. It's huge.'
'I've gotten that before.' He chuckles.
'Well there is no doubt about it.'
'Come on let's go inside.'
We walk in to a white room. No. More like... I don't know it's huge and indescribable. There is beautiful furniture and paintings from famous artists all over the walls.
'Would you like to tour my house dear?'
'Definitely!'
'Leave your bags with my guard he'll put them in your room.'
'My room?'
'Oh. The contest woman Sylvia forget to explain?'
'Explain what?'
'You're allowed to stay with me until the concert. Only if you want of course.'
'Really. That'd be great!'
'Okay.' He says in his laid back voice.
He shows me his kitchen.
His bathrooms. (All seven of them.)
His guest bedrooms.
My bedroom.
His room.
'Well this is my room. I should probably say something cheesy like "this is where the magic happens" but I'm not that kinda guy.' he chuckles.
In the room is all the props from his music videos the wax statues from THE DOPE SHOW. The baby (The pieces of the baby.) From Personal Jesus.
'THE WAX STATUES OMG."
'This is my closet of clothes I've worn in videos.'
'I also have a room for all the makeup that I've used. They always buy new stuff so I get to keep all the other stuff.'
'This place is awesome! Would it be alright if I saw all your outfits?'
'Sure. I don't see any harm in it.'
'They're sorted by song?!'
'Yep.'
'Can you show me where your outfits from Personal Jesus are!?!?'
'Yeah down here.'
He opens a drawer and yet another extension to his closet.
'Everything from that video is in here.'
'Man, This is amazing.'
He starts packing all of it up.
'Here you go. You can have it. And the props from the video too. You're special. Your the only girl that wanted to come for the date with me so therefore. I will love you. Forever. Even if you don't love me.'
'T- Thanks. You... I ... Love ... You ... Too.'
'Really?'
'R- Really and truly.'
'Will you be my girlfriend?'
'Umm. Yeah.'
'I love you.' He says.
'I love you too.'
Then we went and had a really cute dinner.
Fettuccini Alfredo
Cesar Salad
And for dessert we had a giant sundae with a whole bunch of sprinkles.
And you know what's weird?
Those are my favourite foods.
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A/N: I know he's 45 dammit. There will be no specific ages In this book. It's a fanfic okay. And no I don't want to be his gf. ( I'd be cool to know him tho. ) ( No offence. ) But who knew he'd be so sweet. To be honest I didn't plan it like this. It just happened. And guess what? I'm gonna keep it going! But seriously if I met him I'd probably pee my pants. Just saying.
Actually, being his gf would be fun.
The picture at the top.
Deep Six.
--------------------> If that's his real eye colour that's the same as me and plus that's like the second best eye colour other than super dark brown.
If you don't know what is buried six feet deep. Don't look it up. It's how deep you're buried when you die.
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I'm a twig,
Twiggy. 💕
