After the mishap that happened so long ago, we all decided to move on. From our current abodes in Atlanta, Georgia, Ozzy, Geezer, Tony, the new drummer which Tony brought in (his name was Jeremy), and I relocated to good old Florida, in the Tampa area. We were much more famous here, which was even better. It was now September, two months after the Bill incident and nine months after Ozzy and I had begun our relationship. And now we decided it was a good idea to move in together. Tony, Geezer, and Jeremy all bought a small beach house about five minutes away from ours. Theirs was more in the city, and, being a romantic kind of guy, Ozzy decided it would be good to get a beach house, one that overlooked the ocean. It felt weird moving in with him, but I liked it.
As we first walked into our new house, I looked around, confused but happy to leave Bill back in Atlanta. Tony and the guys smiled, following us. "Hey, Oz. The guys and I are going to leave you and Marie alone for a while so you two can get everything situated. You wanna meet us for dinner somewhere? That gives you like eight hours."
I checked the clock, it was 10:20 in the morning.
"Yeah. That sounds good, actually. And maybe at dinner I'll get to know Jeremy a little better. Thanks. See you guys tonight." As Ozzy closed the front door on his smiling friends, he walked over to me, took my sweatshirt, threw it on the couch that was already in the house, and gave me a random hug. As he hugged me, he began to whisper: "I'm so glad I got you away from him. Bill is a freak. I'm sure you already figured that out," He spoke, holding me close. "I'm glad you're safe. I'd do anything to protect you, Marie. Anything," He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then fluffed up my hair, smiling. "Now come on. We have a home to move into."
As I followed him into the bedroom, the only things in the house were the large objects. So in the bedroom had only our bed and Ozzy's dresser. He told me I could have the semi - walk - in closet. "So where are the boxes?" I asked, sitting on the left side of the bed and kicking my feet back and forth in the air.
"The moving guys should be here soon. Tony said his stuff was already at their place, so our boxes should come soon, right?" He suggested, then sat down next to me on the bed. Our bed was soft and silky, with sheets white and lacy.
(I feel like it's wrong for us to be living in a house together because we aren't married)
"So, um... has Bill ever been like that with any other girls...?" I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Or... was it just because I'm dating you...?"
"Oh, Marie. Don't worry about him," He told me, resting an arm around my shoulder. "But no. Not that I know of. And I don't know why he decided to act the way he did, he's never like that. Or, he was never like that. But for some reason, he just... changed. And I-"
Ozzy's speech was interrupted by a knock at the door and then a ring of the doorbell, and he sighed, standing up. "Who's that?" I asked.
"Must be the moving company. I'll check. And you don't have to do anything. I'll get all the boxes. Plus the moving guys will probably help out with-" The doorbell rang again, and Ozzy yelled: "GIVE ME JUST ONE FUCKING SECOND! CALM DOWN!" He turned to me. "Anyway, just stay here. I'll be back,"
I did as he said, and of course, when I heard him open the door, I heard the moving man exclaim that he was so surprised to be at the door of Ozzy Osbourne.
(Yeah yeah move along)
I sighed to myself, waiting for him to come back. As I waited, I began to think.
(What if he's thinking about asking me to marry him
Oh shut up that won't happen he wouldn't
Or would he
He sure cares about me deeply
No
We've been together for nine or more months he's probably ready to break up with me
I won't think that way
How come he hasn't broken my heart yet
Maybe he actually loves me
But why
I'm nothing special
I guess I stole his heart like he stole mine
Wow I'm actually getting feelings
I mean I've had them but never like this
My longest relationship has been about three weeks back in high school
But this
Oh this
Is this what love really feels like...?)
The mover man and Ozzy came into the house with boxes, one after another. In the living room, there were maybe ten boxes. In the kitchen: five. The first story bathroom: two. Second story bathroom that connected to our bedroom: two. Guest room: seven. Our room: fifteen boxes. Lots of clothing, mainly mine. After the job was done, Ozzy tipped the mover man with a twenty dollar bill, and then went up to our bedroom where I was residing. "Hey, babe. I got all of the stuff into the house," He noticed I was clutching a pillow in my hands, pushing it close to my chest as I stared at the fluffy brown carpet. "Are you alright...?" He began to sort through the boxes, moving his to one side and mine to the other.
Before answering, I hesitated. "O-Ozzy, what am I to you?"
He stopped immediately, a large box in his grasp. As he turned to me, he placed the cardboard box at his feet and responded. "What kind of stupid question is that? You mean everything to me. Why are you asking me that? Wait... Bill didn't... do anything to you, did he?"
I sighed. "Enough about Bill. He didn't do anything. I just... I'm only because we've been in this relationship for almost a year now and it's like, one of the longest relationships I've ever had. In fact, it is the longest relationship I've been in. I think my longest before I met you was in high school, and it lasted about three weeks. I was just... I was just making sure you still loved me. I'm just a girl, and I'm nothing special. I don't see what you see in me."
"Marie," He began, walking over to me after taking off the flannel shirt he was wearing so just his t - shirt was showing. "I love you, and there's nothing that you can say or do to change that. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have saved you back there. If I didn't care, I wouldn't want you in my life. I really love you. You've been helping me with my drug and alcohol problem, which I thank you greatly for. You're a great girlfriend, a great person. All of the guys seem to think you're just swell, and I don't blame them. Y'know what I mean?" As he began walking over, he grabbed a box and looked at it, confused. "Uh... who's Sadie?"
"Oh. Um, that's my middle name. My friends call me that. When I was getting my stuff out of my house, I was having a friend help me pack... I guess she wrote that on the box instead of my actual name. But yeah, that's mine. It's most likely just clothes. You can help me unpack if you'd like,"
"Ah, Sadie... I like that. It's cute," As he leaned foreward and stared at the box, he began to open it and, to his surprise, found my pajamas. But the pajamas weren't the problem; the sexy red lingerie that my friend had jokingly put on top was poking out of the messy clothes pile inside of the box, and as Ozzy took it out, his face blushed a dark red. I could tell that he was fantasizing, and I immediately ripped it out of his hands.
"Y-you weren't supposed to see that...!" I blurted out, blushing darker than he was at the moment. Even darker than the lingerie. As I pushed it all the way into the bottom of the box, Ozzy smirked.
"Why are you acting so jittery? Don't put that away. Well I mean, it doesn't really matter what you do with it now, but," He leaned foreward and whispered in my ear: "Someday I'm going to see that on you, and we'll both enjoy it."
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After Forever: A Black Sabbath Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Published originally on June 12th, 2016] In the cold winter of 1973, Marie was walking through the city. She heard a strange noise, much like a human cough. Curious, she decided to follow the noise, and came to a dark alley behind a guitar store. A...
