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-hi, clearly this is based during the Portrait of an American Family era, so manson looks like he does above <3
Why you decided to come to this party was a complete mystery. You hated people, and you definitely hated people high off their ass, screaming in your face. You had somehow found yourself in the backyard with a cup of some sort of alcohol. Maybe if you got were shit-faced you'd grow some patience with the people inside. Just maybe.
There were only a handful of other people outside, but majority of them were too busy shoving tongues down each others throats to notice you amongst them. One person, however, caught your eye. He was tall, long black hair covering his face, wearing the weirdest pink stripped socks. When he pushed his hair out of his face, you caught the slight glimpse of metal clasped around his lip. His baggy black t-shirt showed off his tattoos, multiple lines of swirling black ink coming from the inner part of his elbow.
Your staring didnt last long though, he quickly noticed you and gave you a small smile before taking a sip out of a red cup filled with god knows what. Your eyes shifted to your own cup as you swirled around the murky liquid. Great, he probably thinks I'm some weird creep. You let out small sigh and took a swig. Oh well. When you pulled your cup down, there he was. Right in front of you.
Alcohol went everywhere. Out your mouth, your nose, probably out your ears.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry-" you sputtered, dropping your cup on the ground.
A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he smiled down at you, "Hey, hey, it's all good, I hate this shirt anyway." He beamed, his voice deep and smooth like honey. God damn was he fine.
"I'm Brian, I saw you staring and I thought I'd say hello." He smiled a beautiful smile.
Your felt your body temperature rise, embarrassment clearly written all over your face. First you stare at him, then you practically spit on him, great going Y/n.
"Im Y/n... sorry for being such a creep- and for spewing all over you too- totally not cool on my part." You spoke up, forcing an awkward smile while staring down at your feet.
"It's cool, I used to throw rocks at girls I thought were cute to get their attention, staring is the least creep-like thing you could do, honestly-" Brian took a sip from his cup again, watching you closely, noting the light pink colour on splayed across your cheeks.
The embarrassment that once over-threw your senses now drained away and you felt oddly comfortable around him. It's like you'd known him forever, he made you feel... warm.
"Well, now I don't feel so bad for staring, but that still doesn't change the fact that you're covered in beer- that's gonna get sticky..." you mumbled, worried as to why damage you may have caused.
He took a look down at his shirt and shrugged, "Yeahh, dont wanna be smelling like beer for the next two hours." He laughed, before reaching down and pulling the shirt over his head. His torso was littered with scars, ranging from all different sizes and colours.
You quickly looked up at the trees above you. If you were embarrassed before that didn't have shit on how you felt now. Some good looking stranger just took his shirt off in front you. Lord help me now.
He threw the shirt over his shoulder while moving his hair out of his face. He smiled down at you, the way you looked up in embarrassment was oddly attractive to him. You were cute, no denying that.
"Don't look so scared, it's not like I've got my dick hanging out or something-" You let out a giggle, taking a glimpse down before looking back up.
"I know, I know, I don't feel like making awkward eye-contact with your nips.." you retorted back, clearly distraught. Brian let out a small gasp and threw his hands over your chest.
"I didn't think you'd be the person to violate me like that!" He yelled, pure sarcasm lacing his voice. Oh so he's not just ungodly attractive, he's funny too. I'm fucked.
