Aspen awoke in Pogo's arms in the tightly snuggled bunk that he called his. The rest of the guys were snoring and/or babbling in their sleep. Except for Marilyn that is. Aspen could hear him talking in the room with Scotland. She sighed and rolled over.
*Aspen*
His face. My god his face. He is so beautiful. Especially when he sleeps. I don't even think I deserve this. What is happening? I can't believe my sister just went and fucked some guy that we JUST met. I mean, I knew she was always a little more 'adventerous' than me, but damn. I know she doesn't believe in love. I mean, who would when you've been through what he have with men? I haven't even had sex with anyone consensually. I don't even know how to approach that situation. I never even felt the need to do that. I never met anyone that made me want to. Until I met him. And he's right here. Holding me. I feel like I can't breathe. Scotland will probably laugh at me and try to find some way to talk me out of it. Maybe that's another reason why. I don't want to have her feel like I'd be leaving her behind. I think that is what scares her most of all. She's just too afraid to admit it.
Pogo mumbled something and his eyes began to open. I looked at him, thoughtfully. "Good morning" I told him, kind of unsure what to say.
"Hey beautiful" he smirked, what a smartass. "Better than I've slept for a while.." he muttered, trying to stretch out in the small space.
"Me too" I told him, regrettfully. He looked at me with his sad blue eyes. They actually didn't seem sad from the outside but I could tell within, he had his struggles. I wish I could be that strong. I usually ended up crying. I can't help it. I'm a sensitive person. What I saw in his eyes is like what I see in Scotty's everyday.
Pogo placed his hand on my cheek and let his thumb rub against it, softly. I hummed and closed my eyes. "How cute" I heard him murmur. Since when would anyone get to hear a guy that looks like this say that? I giggled.
"What's so funny?" he asked, curiously.
"You. You have a lot that you keep hidden and you have this tough appearance. You're just a big softy." I told him.
"No way! You hush your mouth!" he joked.
I grinned at him and we gazed at eachother.
*Scotland*
I woke up in bed with Marilyn. Who would have forseen that? Just kidding. I fucking knew it as soon as I saw him. I got his cocky, self-satisfied interior with his bad boy look at me exterior. I lived it. And I understood it. I'm sure I'll get a lecture or at least some fucked up looks from Aspen later for doing this guy. But I bet she's in bed with the bald guy wishing she could experience the same thing I just did. I felt bad for her in a way. She always let emotions take over. You have to take over your emotions, before they become you. I will never say that I'm more mature than she is though. She experienced worse than I did from our foster father. As soon as she started to develop, he made her life hell because she was just a little bit older and a little bit better looking than me. Give him and inch and well...he took a mile. That's why I always let him know what was up with me and that I wasn't to be fucked with. But Aspen just kind of ....gave in. That's the difference between us. I fight. And she does what she can to survive.
Marilyn wasn't holding me. Which I expected. I'm glad he wasn't. It's good to keep the feelings out of it. We had just been sitting here, talking. Enjoying eachother's company. "So where did you get your tattoos done?" he questioned me, looking down at my arms.
"Myself. I'm a big fan of ink and needles. I have....had...my own homemade set that I used. I did all of what Aspen has, too. She let me experiment on her." Scotland told him
"Oh? Kinky.." Marilyn muttered.
"Is that all you think about?" Scotland asked, curious.
"What else is there? Life, Love, the pursuit of Happiness? Take another life, fill it with your love, and acheive happiness, right?" he winked at her.
"Wow" she scoffed. "I like the way you think"
*Aspen*
Pogo climbed out of his bunk and held his hand out for me as he helped me out as well.
"Aw how sweet" I could hear Twiggy say, sitting down at the table. He and Daisy were playing with collectible cards or some shit. What dorks. I smiled at him. He seemed very thoughtful, though insane sometimes. I bet everyone here is a two-sided card.
"Did you guys sleep well?" Daisy asked them.
"Not as good as Manson did..." I heard Ginger say inside his bunk.
"Someone's grumpy" Twiggy pouted, sticking out his lips.
Aspen could only chuckle at the awkward living situation she found herself in. Marilyn's bedroom door had opened and my sister stepped out amongst the rest of us. I guess I would usually be frowning at her for a moment like this, but today I was smiling ear to ear for her. We were out of that hellhole and she herself came out smiling. That was an acheivement.
"What are you fucking smirking about?" Scotland eyed me.
"Oh. You..." I teased her. She rolled her eyes. Marilyn walked out from behind her.
"Good morning, fuckers!" he yelled. "and how did my friend treat you last night, princess?" he turned to ask me.
I couldn't help but turn red and I know that Scotland saw it because she laughed.
"It went swimmingly" Pogo answered, smiling.
"What a doofus" Daisy uttered.
"Well? Let's order some goddamn food! Cuz I'm not cooking for any motherfuckers!" Twiggy stood up and went to the phone hanging from the wall.
Staying here is going to be interesting.
-PogoDeathray
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The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)
ФанфикThe story of two girls who grew up in an abusive foster home. They were treated as shit, raped, and beaten since they were toddlers. Finally, at the age of eighteen, once their foster mother finds out what has really been going on, she tells them to...
