Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Let me apologize:I'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I went to my friend's and then she came to mine for two days and I never got the time to write a chapter. She left a couple hours ago and here we are. This chapter is somewhat sucky, but it's something.

Raven's POV

We get out of the taxi and walk over to the tour bus. After we woke up at my house we said our goodbyes and left. Marilyn unlocks the door to the entrance of our living quarters and we hear some voices.

"Hello?" Marilyn calls out. A girl, who looks at least three years younger than us, rushes out of a bunk with just a blanket wrapped around her. She runs to the restroom. Madonna comes out, with just a t shirt and his boxers.

"Come here. " Marilyn says in a low tone. Madonna comes to him casually. "Outside, now. " He leads him out.

"Oh god, I hope nothing will happen. " Twiggy says and looks out the window. We see Marilyn yelling in his face and pointing to the bus.

"Yeah, hope so too Twiggs. " Zim says. Madonna shrugs. His facial expression just looks the same, bored and uninterested. We hear the girl come out. All heads turn to her.

"Um sorry," she mumbles. She is now dressed in a tight black dress. She sits across from us and glances at her phone each second.

"How old are you?" Zim asks.

"Seventeen. " She says. Damn that's about six years younger than all of us.

"You do know that this is illegal, what you probably just did with him. " Twiggy says.

"I-I know. " She whispers. "We were both drunk and-"

"And nothing, that's not a really good excuse. You are not even suppose to drink alcohol. " I scold her. "You better get home before your parents worry. " She nods. Marilyn and Madonna come back inside.

"You," Marilyn points to her. "Get the fuck home. "She quickly walks out of the bus and calls whoever is suppose to pick her up.

"What happened?" I ask. Zim and Twiggy go back to their bunk.

"Nothing, just gave him a warning. " Marilyn says.

"Oh. " We feel the bus move. Time for the next show. -

At the next venue-

I jump with the crowd as they perform the song "Rock 'N Roll Nigger". I push my way to the bar in the back. I sit myself on an empty barstool.

"Just a Budweiser. " I say to the bartender. He nods and hands one to me. I glance around and I see a very familiar face next to me. I finally recognize him. My heart races. "Hey, are you Ginger Fish?" I ask to him, with a hint of squealing.

"Y-yeah. " He says and looks at me.

"So why-why aren't you performing with them?" I ask and point to the stage. He shrugs and looks back down at his drink.

"So, you a fan?"

"Well, Im their makeup artist. " I say proudly.

"Oh, I bet Marilyn is giving you shit everyday. " He says.

"Actually, he's been really nice to me. " I say. I take a swig from my beer.

"Hm, that's unusual. " He says. "You must be special to him er somethin' "

"Oh, what is he like usually?" I question him.

"Well, he's an aggressive person. He would always fight everyone. "

"No one has fought or argue. Except he scolded Madonna this morning. " I say.

"Damn, I wonder what has gotten into him. " He says. "I'm sorry, I never got your name. "

"Raven," I say. We shake hands and return to our drinks. "I don't mean to pry, but why are you here, at their concert?"

"Taking care of some business. Well, to tell you the truth I want to be back in the band. "I nod.

"I'm sure Marilyn will let you back in. " I say. I don't question him on why he isn't the band currently.

"Hopefully. " He says. The concert ends and Ginger and I go backstage to see them.

"Raven!" Twiggy says and hugs me.

"Hey Raven-" Marilyn says and frowns once he sees Ginger. "Ginger?"

"Hi, Brian." He says. "We need to talk. " Marilyn nods and walks to the side to speak with Ginger privately. I look over at them and see them talking and nodding. They both shake and do a "manly" hug.

"Well, look who's back!" Zim says. They all reunite, laughing and hugging.

"I need to get my bags for the bus." Ginger says and walks outside, we follow, we see that he parked next to the bus. I walk over to his truck to help him out.

"Hey, need help?" I offer.

"Sure. Oh, this is my brother, he dropped me off here. "

"Hello. " I say to the man behind the wheel. I grab one of his bags and Ginger and I go back to the bus. The guys are just lounging in the living room. "Here's your bunk, I think?" I say and point to a vacant one. I walk back to the living room and sit next to Marilyn.

"Thanks about helping Ginger getting settled in. " Marilyn says.

"No problem, I knew it would have been awkward if you did it. Also, we know that no one will help because they're lazy asses. " I say. We both chuckle. We sit there in comfortable silence, just Marilyn and I. Everyone else left to their bunk.

"You want to take a walk?" Marilyn asks breaking the silence. I shrug and nod. We walk out of the bus. "Come on, I think I remember where it is at. " He says. I zip up my jacket and shiver slightly from the wind.

"Full moon," I mutter. I've always been fascinated by the moon, it is beautiful.

"Yeah," he says and looks up. I look ahead to where he is taking me and I see a park. He climbs up in the playground until he gets to the top platform. He holds out his hand and I take it to help me climb the platforms. We then sit, side by side. Knees barely touching. "I remember coming to this park this one time we were touring here. I got pissed or something and I just kept walking and I ran into the park. "I look over at him and see his pale face staring up at the stars. A smile stretches on his black lipsticked lips. His facial expressions change to a very deep thoughtful one. I quickly look the other way realizing that I am acting creepy by staring. "Raven?" he calls out. I turn and make eye contact with him.

"Yes, Marilyn. " I say.

"Would you like to go," he places a hand on my cheek. "On a date with me. "

"Of coarse. " I feel my heart beating a very fast pace, like a mouse on crack. He places a kiss on the top of my forehead.

"When we arrive at the next venue, would you like to go then?" I nod and he smiles. "Thank you, for everything."

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Wow, okay that was kinda cliche and corny. I couldn't decide how Marilyn would ask and this is all I could think of. Hopefully you like it!

-Twiggy Way