Go Die (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Go Die!: SHOVE OFF!

Pogo's POV:

"How about you just FUCK OFF?!"

I was absolutely furious! I have had enough of Brian's bullshit and I'm so close to actually stabbing him in the frickin eye!

"Pogo, look, I'm sorr-"
"SORRY MY WHITE, KEYBOARDIST ASS!"
Brian glared at me. "What?! Do you an expect an apology from me?!" I yelled.
"Well, yes! After all you've done, it's all-" I cut him off "oh! So now it's my fault?! You know what?! Your so full of bullshit. I actually can't believe you, let alone myself! I can't believe I'm still in this fucking band! It's sucks fucking cock and I'm surprised anybody else is still in here! I RECKON JEORDIE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD BALLS TO LEAVE!" Before I could raise my first and punch him square in the teeth, I slammed the bus door shut, locking it as I stormed off to my end of the bus.

Six months. SIX FUCKING MONTHS I had to put up with him. I can't believe it actually fell in love with him. I thought he was beautiful. The most sexy thing on the planet. Respectful, easy going yet hard headed, and now look where I've ended up! I actually take pity on everybody else in the band. They all have to put up with our constant fighting and arguing. But I also feel sorry for Ginger. That poor guy. Getting shit for wanting to be in a relationship with John. Getting abused on stage by Manson, getting blamed for almost everything that went wrong, and he doesn't even speak much!! I see him sit all alone after Brian's had a huge fit at him. But he just sits there and takes it. I think he knows better not to react.

I feel a vibration in my front pocket and I pull out my cellphone. Oh, speak of the devil! Ginger had just messaged me. I read it ; •Hey, I heard your scrap with Manson. Wanna come with Tim and me to have some drinks?• I think for a second. Yeah well, what's there to lose? I tap my reply and send it to Kenny. I almost instantly get another message from him. •Sweet! I'll meet you outside in 5• I jump from my bunk to the ground where I rub my face with my hands. 'Pogo you need to give him up' I hear my thoughts say. I shake my head and decide to just leave the situation for now.

When I walk out of my little area and outside, I noticed I didn't walk past Brian at all. I thought he would've been sitting on the couch or something, ready to spit a hundred apologies at me. Obviously not! Oh wait that's right, I locked the door. Psh. Silly me. I make my way to the door again and unlock it, heading to the end of the bus, seeing Tim and Ginger standing there waiting for me. I greet them with a smirk. "Hey fuckers" They roll their eyes. "Apparently you haven't changed since your little scrap with Brian" I hear Tim speak. I chuckle in response and we start walking towards the bar not too far away. The driver decided to be a good man and find a parking place near a bar for now, while we wait for our next day to perform.

~Arriving at the bar~

I walk straight into the bar. The all too familiar scent of alcohol and cologne hitting me straight in the face. I smile, remembering every good time I've had in a bar. Ginger, Tim, and I head to the front and order our drinks. We then take a seat. Ginger looks at me.
"So what started our little scrap this time round?"
I sigh and explain
"Well....  For the past two months or so, Brian had been acting up and being all stupid and childish towards me. Blaming me for things, saying that it was always my fault. Keeping secrets from me, then blaming me for that. And we all know that I don't put up with that bullshit so-" Tim cut me off. "You put up with Brian...." I sent an icy cold glare straight into his eyes and he raised his hands in defence. "Okay, okay I'm sorry, please continue" Tim placed his head on the palm of his hand and rested his elbow on the table, smiling at me teasingly. I rolled my eyes and carried on.

"As I was saying before I was RUDELY INTERRUPTED!" I glare at Tim once again and he sniggered. "So I had had enough, so I just yelled at him." I then shrugged, and so did Ginger. "Yeah well, I don't blame you if you punch him next time" I shake a finger at him. "Ah, now that's where your wrong" Tim's eyes light up. "OOH! Exciting news, SPEAK" I laugh sarcastically. "There won't be a next time" i say as I smirk evilly. "Your not going to dump him are you?" Ginger asks with a raised brow. I nod. He lets out a breath of air and leans back in his seat. A guy comes to us and puts down our drinks in front of us. We nod to him in thanks.

I grab a shot glass from the tray and throw the liquid down my throat, feeling the sensation of vodka on my tongue. I laugh and yell."WHOOOOO!!!" Tim laughs along with me and he holds up his shot glass to my second one in my hand. "Here's to a no more relationship between our beloved pogo, and the son of a bitch Brian!!!" We clink our glasses together and chug the shot at the same time before slamming it down, and reaching for another. Kenny laughs softly and takes one himself.

"This is going to be a long night" he says, before he drinks it.

A/N: New book! Another anyway. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I sure did! Thankyou for reading and don't forget to vote, comment and read more. Love you all XXXX