The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)

Ava Adore

HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY POGO! MY LOVE AND INSPIRATION AND THE REASON WHY I AM WHO I AM TODAY. YOU CONTINUE TO HOLD MY HEART <3 - PogoDeathray

*Scotland*

So, I took Pogo's advice and helped Zepp with taking photos on either side of the stage. I even went out to the front of the stage in front of the gate and the crazy ass lunatic fans. I wondered why ANYONE would come all this way to get clumped up together, all sweaty and nasty, just to listen to Marilyn and see the antics of all these guys I guess I now live with. But once that curtain dropped, I saw Aspen on the side of the stage, pulling the rope. Marilyn grasped the mic and Twiggy, Daisy, Ginger and Pogo all moved and the music started. I couldn't believe how amazing it was. It was like I was in a trance. And I realized I was actually having fun. I looked over at Aspen and saw her smile. Like a legitimate smile that I have NEVER seen before. Her eyes were transfixed on Pogo. Then I turned and looked at Marilyn. 

*Aspen* 

I pulled the rope and looked out, stunned at all of the people that were actually out here, in front of me. They were all really here for Marilyn and the guys? I looked and saw Scotland staring up at me, camera in hand. It's how I always pictured her when she was older, actually. I thought she'd be some sort of famous photographer or tattoo artist, coming to shows like this just to hang out with people and be one of them. She had a look of astonishment on her face and all I could do was smile. I smiled so hard it hurt. I looked over to Pogo and watched him. It was mesmerizing. He tilted his head back as he moved back and forth against his keyboard, which was stuck onto a giant spring and he smiled at me. I have never been happier in my life. 

The show ended and Aspen drew the curtains. The girls made their way backstage with the guys as Zepp and the crew cleaned up the stage and gathered the instruments. 

*Scotland*

Marilyn grabbed me and pulled me into his dressing room, separate from the guys. "What are you doing?" 

He shoved me down onto the couch. "I don't want any other girls tonight. I just want you." 

I laughed in his face. "Are you jaded or what?" 

He pulled back and slumped against the couch. I felt a pang of guilt for saying it, but I knew he had to be full of shit. 

"Ugh. Listen Scotland. I don't want you to have to be this way."

"What way?"

"Constantly guarded and bitchy. It's not a good look for you" he pulled his fingers through his hair and then laid his hand on my shoulder and brushed my hair back. 

I shoved his hand away. 

"Like you have room to talk." 

"I don't. But it doesn't mean I want you to be the same way. I saw how your sister looked at me earlier. And I realize this may not be the right thing for you guys." 

"Don't you fucking dare give up on me, Manson!" I yelled louder than I wanted and covered my mouth, then leaned closer to him. "Everyone else in my life has been shit and I finally find someone I can relate to and I'm not going to just give that up. And Aspen smiled for once in her goddamn existence. I will fucking die before I let you take that away" 

His eyes widened a bit and he pulled his face to mine. "I'll only disappoint you"

"Disappointment is all I know, Marilyn. A dirty rockstar isn't going to faze me one bit"

He curled his lips and brought them to mine. 

*Aspen*

I ran to Pogo as he began to walk backstage. "You are so....beautiful onstage." I blushed.