Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Raven's POV

"Good afternoon, Raven." The secretary greets me as I walk up to her desk.

"Hi, I'm here to meet the band." She nods and gets up. "Come through this door and follow me." I walk through the frosted door and follow her and her tight pencil skirt.

"They'll be here in a few moments. They're talking with Mr. Chris." I nod to her and walk into the small meeting room. I hope they're fucking nice. I don't want to deal with assholes for three months. I sacrificed my job for them. At least the pay is decent. Scratch that, it's very decent. I plop into one of the office chairs and wait. There's a hesitant knock followed by someone saying 'just open the fucking door'. I raise an eyebrow. Four men barge in.

"Hey." I practically jump out of my chair. Marilyn motherfucking Manson. Mr. Manson is in the same room as me. Holy shit. Fuck. My brain continues to spit out foul language.

"This one's hot." Twiggy smirks to Zim.

"H-hi." I stutter. They look at me as if I'm an alien. "You- um- Manson. Cool." Is all I'm able to say. The keyboardist rolls his eyes. "Sorry. I'm Raven." Thank you, brain, for a logical sentence this time.

"I'm Marilyn, this is Jeordie-"

"I-I know." I shove my hair out of my eyesight. "D-do you guys prefer me to call you all by your real names?"

"Please, except Mr. Manson here." Zim says with smirk. Marilyn shoves him to the table. This really couldn't get any more awkward.

"Let me see if I remember your names." I point to Zim. "Timothy." He smiles as a reward. One down two more to go. "Jeordie."

"Yup!" He smiles to me.

"Stephen?" I scrunch my face hoping I got that one right.

"Yes, ma'am." I smile widely. Okay, that moment kind of went well.

"And you go by Marilyn, Mr. Manson, yes?" Marilyn gives me a stern nod. "Great! I guess let's have a seat." They shove each other to a seat. I take my seat and roll over closer to the table. "Let's go through makeup concepts." I take out a notepad from my purse and a cracked Hello Kitty pen.

"Is this why we're here?" Jeordie complains. Marilyn shushes him. So far, my dream of meeting the band since I was a pre-teen isn't going how I planned. Marilyn was suppose to shower me with kisses not shower me with his asshole personality.

"We're not picky, I just slap on black lipstick." Zim offers. I write down 'black lipstick' on my list.

"Why do we even need a makeup artist?" Stephen snaps. I drop my gaze to my notepad in embarrassment. My cheeks begin to burn.

"Fuck off. I've talked to Danny, her work is actually pretty nice." Marilyn comments. I tap my pen on the table and grin like an idiot. Okay, maybe he's not much of an asshole. "Raven, there's a few signature looks we like." I look up to him.

"Hit me." I smirk to him. He smiles and begins to explain.

***

"See you in a week, Raven." Jeordie hugs me and heads out the door. I shake Stephen's hand and give Zim a small hug as well.

"I'm looking froward to see your skills in action." Marilyn says.

"Me too. I need to start packing and shit. See you then, Mr. Manson." I shake his hand and he nods to me. I grab my purse and papers. I drag myself home to pack and grab the makeup we need at the store.

***

"Hello, everyone." I greet as I come inside the tour bus. I grab my bags and plop them in a bunk.

"Hey," Marilyn smiles to me. "Stephen and Jeordie are running a little late."

"It's okay. When are we going to hit the rode."

"Half an hour. Then tour time. We arrive at our first venue tomorrow evening."

"It is too fucking early for this." Jeordie moans out as he drags his suitcase in.

"Good morning to you too." I giggle. Jeordie rolls his eyes and walks over to the bunks. "Which one is mine?"

"Marilyn and I called the bottom ones. Stephen, where are you sleeping?" Stephen cranes his neck to us from the living space of the bus.

"Above you, Raven."

"I'll be above Stephen, I guess." Twiggy climbs the ladder to the top bunk.

"Now we wait for Zim-"

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" He rushes inside. "I overslept." He confesses, his cheeks tinting to pink.

"It looks as if you just crawled out of bed." Jeordie laughs. Timothy runs his hand through his knotted black bob.

"Fuck you." He mumbles to him.

"Enough drama, boys. Zim, either yours is the middle, above Marilyn, or top, across Twiggy." I instruct. Zim climbs into the bunk above Marilyn.

"Everyone is here, let me get the driver the okay to go." Marilyn disappears to the front of the bus. Within an instant the bus begins to move and I fall to my butt.

"Fuck." I mumble.

"Good thing your butt is big, otherwise that would've hurt really badly." Jeordie comments. I flip him off.

"Go to bed, asshole." I throw a discarded sock to him. "So, is this it?"

"What do you mean?" Stephen asks as he crawls into his bunk.

"Like in movies and shit, rock tours are suppose to be insane. Parties every night and-"

"We have Uno. That's probably how exciting it gets." Zim giggles.

"I might take up on your offer this evening." I laugh. "But really, it's not like that or what?" Stephen laughs and throws his blanket over his body.

"No, it's not like that. Quit living in MTV." Jeordie giggles. I slip into my bunk. No parties? Well, fuck. What the hell is there to do? I sigh and try to fall back asleep.