The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)

Curiosity Kills Your Friends

*Aspen*

I was sure that something was up with my sister and Marilyn. Ever since yesterday she has been acting strange. I was starting to worry that she would catch on to me and Pogo, but apparently she had other things on her mind. It wasn't that she was really showing any signs of anguish or anything, but Scotland always had a different way of dealing with things that most people did. She and Marilyn were all over eachother. And I know that when that flirty, over-zealous Scotland comes out, she's trying REALLY hard to hide something. And I wanted to know what. 

"Hey, You okay?" Pogo turned to me and smiled, brushing my hair behind my ear. 

"Yeah. I'm just...have you noticed anything different with those two?" she asked, her eyes lingering on her sister, who was sitting on Marilyn's lap in the far corner. 

"Other than them sexually abusing one another on every surface in this bus......no." Pogo smirked. I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. And it would have worked if it weren't for Ginger interupting everyone. 

"Guys. I just had a weird conversation with a lady on the phone. She asked something about how Scotland was feeling. She said she wanted to see her again today to do a post-evaluation? What was she talking about? I just sort of hung up. Damn telemarketers." 

Just then, I noticed something. Scotland's face gave it all away. She WAS hiding something. 

"Post-evaluation? What was the pre-evaluation?" Pogo turned towards Scotland with a raised brow. 

"Why don't you fuckers mind your own goddamn business." she said and lifted herself off Marilyn and tugged the phone from Ginger's hand. He stood, stunned. 

Daisy strummed at his guitar without a care. Pogo leaned towards me. "Something is definitely up." he nodded his head as he spoke. I placed an arm inside of his and pulled him beside me, resting my head on his shoulder. I didn't want to be this lovey in front of everyone. I didn't want them to know I lost my virginity. I'm sure there would be jokes and even maybe hateful things spoken. I just didn't want to deal with it. I just really needed him right now. 

*Scotland* 

"Why the hell would you write down the band phone as a contact number?" Marilyn crossed his arms and snapped angrily at Scotland. 

"Who the fuck else's phone could I have used?!" her voice slightly raised in a panic. 

Marilyn sighed and walked over, placing his hand against her back, rubbing it. "It'll be fine. We can just say we went in and got you a checkup or something."

"They don't do post-evaluations for that, Marilyn" she gritted her teeth. 

"You really are difficult, you know that? I'm just trying to help" he let go of her and walked over to the closet, grabbing some warmer clothes. 

"What are you doing?" she asked in a huff.

"Getting ready to take you to post-evaluation" he mumbled, angered. 

"Look I'm sorry..." she began, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She snuggled her head into his back. "I just REALLY don't want my sister to find out." 

*Aspen*

I know this was completely wrong of me, but I had to know what was going on. I kept my ear pressed to Marilyn's door, Pogo behind me to keep watch. 

"What are they saying?" he whispered to me. I turned to him and placed a finger on my lips to signal him to be quiet. He smirked at me. He was too cute. 

"I just REALLY don't want my sister to find out." I heard Scotland say, though it was muffled behind the door. 

This is it. I need to know now. I opened up the door and saw Scotland standing behind Marilyn, her arms wrapped around his waist.