Leave A Scar||Marilyn Manson Love Story

The Love Song

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Note: Flood Brook Union School was the elementary + middle school I went to. I don't suggest you send your kids there. It sucks.

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"As a performer, I wanted to be the loudest, most persistent alarm clock I could be..." -Marilyn Manson in The High End Of Low Autobiography

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It's been three weeks since Marilyn pulled that stunt with the press. Three weeks since we started dating. Abby and Miguel had apparently placed a bet, which Abby won. Leave it to her to bet on when I would date someone... and actually get it right.

I hadn't heard from Austin, thankfully. I was also fully healed, and painting a memory of the first date Marilyn took me on. He was surprisingly taking this relationship slow, which I didn't mind at all.

Abby and I expanded our business, hiring people to clean for us while we managed the files and other things. The only houses we cleaned now were Marilyn's and Johnny Depp's.

My brush ran across the canvas, leaving black streaks in it's wake. This was the third attempt at painting Marilyn sitting at the table of a fancy restaurant he took me to.  

The song I have playing changes to one of his, The Love Song. I slowly start to zone out as I remember the date.

We had just left the movie theater where we had watched some horror movie. Marilyn and I had laughed when everyone else screamed. It was wicked fun. I had thought it was over when he drove to some fancy French restaurant. After he had parked, he had come over to my side of the car and opened the door for me like a complete gentleman. I was thoroughly shocked.

After a waitress confirmed our reservation, and we had sat down, we had played 20 questions while we waited for our fancy-pansy food.

"Let's start with the basics. What's your favorite color?"

I rolled my eyes, unable to believe that we were really doing this. "Black and Aqua. Yours?"

"Black and red." I chuckled softly. How typical of us.

"Hmm, here's a not-so-cliché question. What are you afraid of?"

"Sharks, and beavers. Their buck teeth are so weird! If you piss one off, they could chew through your leg!" His response had made me laugh so hard I had to stop myself from letting an unlady-like snort out. His smile had grown as he heard me laugh at his response. "What about you?"

I had stopped laughing and shuffled awkwardly in my seat. "Being forgotten or ignored." He nodded in understanding.

"What's your favorite food?" This made me perk up a tad bit.

"I have three. Mac and cheese, Chicken, and anything Red Velvet."

"Mine would have to be cheesecake, or grilled cheese. I can't pick between them."

"Yum! I make the BEST grilled cheese. I'll have to make it for you some time." I winked. "What's your favorite word?"

Without a second thought he replied, "Etcetera."

"Figures! The one word I have a hard time pronouncing!  Mine has to be either zenith or grotesque."

He laughed softly. Oh that laugh... it sounded like heaven to my ears. The videos of it don't even do it justice. "You must have loved the Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zagg song then." I could feel my cheeks turning red as I gave him a quick nod. "Can you play any instruments?"