-Kristins POV-
"I'm glad we're upstairs now." Manson says.
"Me too Maymay." I say.
"I need to take a shower." He says.
"Can I join you?" I ask.
"Of course my dear." I laugh and we walk to our bathroom in our master suite. We walk in the bathroom and Manson starts taking off his boots.
"I can't believe you can stand wearing platforms in the house. I mean how do you even walk up the stairs?"
"I lift one foot, and then the other."
"Ok Maymay. Let's shower now."
"Okay." he starts to take off his clothes. Well he does he starts singing... really quietly, but I can still hear it.
Sweet dreams are made of these,
Who am I to disagree,
Travel the world and the sevens seas,
Everybody's looking for something...
"I love it when you sing Maymay."
"Thanks baby." he says. "Let's get in the shower."
"Okay." we get in the shower.
"Can I wash your hair?" I ask.
"Sure." he turns around so the back of his head is facing my face.
"Your hair is gorgeous." I say.
"I know. You've told me before." he chuckles. I rub in the shampoo and we rinse it out.
"My turn!" He yells.
"Okay Maymay." I say. He dumps some shampoo on my head.
"MAYMAY THATS TOO MUCH!"
"Alright. If you says so." he dumps more on. He rinses it out.
"MAYMAYYYY!" I scream. "Th---"
"Shush baby." he starts kissing me passionately. While were kissing he lifts me up bridal style and puts me on the bed.
"I love you so much..." he coos.
"I love you too Maymay." We lay there in our towels all wet, just cuddling. Not even a care in the world.
"Let's get dressed, but I'm picking out your outfit." he says.
"Okay baby, but I'm picking yours then."
"Alright." he says. I walk over to our dresser. I open the first drawer and grab some green and black striped leggings I found, with matching green and black suspenders. Then I walk over to the closet and find some boots. I go back to the bed where Manson is waiting.
"Here's your outfit." I say.
"And yours." he hands me some black ripped skinny jeans and a black bra and a fishnet like shirt.
"I like the outfit you picked out." he says.
"I like the outfit you chose too." I put on the outfit he picked out.
"Who's clothes are these anyway?" I ask.
"Mine. And Zim's boots."
"I thought Zim would have really big feet." I say a bit confused.
"Nah, he's tiny af."
"That's what she said..." I laugh.
"Actually, you are correct because you are female and you said it." he says trying to be serious.
"Okay."
We walk out of the room and start down the stairs.
"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR, TWIGGY WANTS TO FUCKING KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, UP ABOVE THE WORLD SO FUCKING HIGH, LIKE A SPACEGHOST IN THE SKY, TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR, TWIGGY WANTS TO FUCKING KNOW WHERE YOU ARE." We hear Twiggy yell/sing.
I walk up to him...
"BOO!" I scream. Twiggy screams sounding much like a girl.
"That's mean Kristin don't be like dat. Did you like my song?"
"Of course I did Twiggs." I ruffle his dreads.
"Everyone likes TWIGGYS songs." MANSON chuckles.
"Of course they do. I is cute." Twiggy bats his eyelashes not-so-innocently.
"Twiggy, you act like a little girl sometimes. Even though you're taller than me you'd still pass for a six year old at a restaurant." I die laughing.
"No he wouldn't, he still talks about perverse stuff and lots of fucking stuff little kids wouldn't know about."
"That's true." I agree.
In the meantime me and MANSON put a movie on and Twiggy keeps poking me. The other boys join us and we have a Star Wars Marathon, at Twiggys request.
We all fall asleep at 3am.
A/N
My names Twiggy btw. cx
Wattpad being retarded so here chapter 9 too I guess. Sorry it's so short.
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Chapter 9
"Wake up Kristin!" I hear someone say. I grumble and put my head under my pillow.
"Wake up!!" I hear someone yell again, a bit louder.
"WAKE UP!!!! HELLLLO??!?!" I hear someone scream.
"What....?" I say sleepily.
"Hi." Twiggy says.
"Wtf Twiggy... You woke me up to say hi?"
"No."
"Then why are you in my room waking me up?"
"Because I got you some things." He says.
"Oh, I'm sorry for yelling at you Twiggy." I hug him and peck him on the lips, MANSON doesn't care if I kiss Twiggy since he's like a brother. But if it was the other way around and Twiggy kissed me.. he'd be pissed.
"It's okay Kristin. Here." he hands me a bag. It's full of CD's and clothes. All my favourite Eminem CD's are in this bag! And he bought me a Jack Skellington outfit??? I'm dead. Wow.
"Thank you so much Twiggy, I love you!"
"I love you too." he chuckles and hugs me.
"What's the occasion??" I ask.
"I saw your wrist... and felt really bad." he says motioning to my wrist. Oh crap, my cuts.
"Oh Twiggy, I'm sorry. I just... it's hard you know?"
"I know hunny. Did you tell Manson?"
"No. I'm afraid he'll be angry."
"Nah, he's really good when it comes to this stuff. He'll help. I gave you a present because I wanted to tell you I can help you, or I need you to get help. You're like my sister Kristin." he says. I break down. Its like the barrier I've built between me and my emotions just splits. Manson runs in.
"What's wrong baby?"
"She is still having depression problems." Twiggy says sadly.
"Aww baby. It's alright. Can I see?" He asks. I nod, still unable to speak. I can't seem to stop crying. Damn emotions. He lifts off my long sleeved shirt. They're all the way up my arm.
"I'm sorry Manny." I whisper pathetically.
"It's okay hunny."
"Oh shit Manson look." Twiggy points to me.
Then everything I know goes black.
