"Ugh, you suck ass sometimes!" An angry Twiggy yelled as he ran out the house. He didn't want to be lectured about the way he was dressed or because the fact he had a girlfriend by his parents.
Twiggy ran as far as his legs took him. He looked back in the direction he came from. He heard a wonderful sound coming from the alleyway. "Sweet dreams are made of these.." It sung. "Who am I to disagree?" It continued. Twiggy trusted his gut to investigate the sound. "Hello?" Twiggy said and the singing stopped. Around a trash can stood a tall figure with long black hair. He was quite skinny and his skin was fair. "What? Gotta problem?" The stranger spoke up. "Oh no I-I don't I just like your singing," Twiggy stammered. "So what?" The stranger spoke up again but with a sterner voice.
Twiggy's legs felt like jelly whenever he spoke. "My name's Jeoride. You can call me Twiggy if you want," Twiggy said smiling. "Okay?" The stranger flipped his hair. "What's your name?" Twiggy asked. There was an awkward silence for at least what had felt like an century. "It's uh.. Brian but don't call me that unless you want me to send your ass back into the Stone Age! I prefer Marilyn Manson," Marilyn stared Twiggy in the eyes. "Nice to meet you!" Twiggy put his hand out to shake the possibly homeless person's. Marilyn shook his hand but with a tight grip.
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My Monkey (a Maniggy story)
FanfictionHe was a street cat with a powerful voice. He was part of a rich family who had an amazing ability to play the bass and guitar.
