Love&Suicide Are Similar. (Marilyn Manson Love Story.) Chap. 1

Created by Sworntosecrecy7 on Monday, August 03, 2009

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My name is Lynn. I am a dancer for the band, I only go on tours with the band, and I am occasionally in videos.I am 24. I am about 4'11" ahaha. I am like 120 lbs. A little fat? ehh. Whatever. I have black and blond hair. I love wearing my make-up as heavy as possible, and yeah.I like my job, but I hate the asses. Ugh. They are all weird and perverted in some way. I like talking to them sometimes, but when I do they either hit on me, or stare at me rack. Not cool.
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It was a drag being on this tour bus with Manson, the one who wouldn't stop throwing fits because girls would leave him after a one night stand. Pogo, who was just hyper and, rather creepy towards me. Ginger Fish, ultimitely, a creep as well. Twiggy, ugh, just down right boring to talk to or be near, really. Maddona, He was okay, I liked him most.And some other guy that only came on the tours with the band, Andy Gerold. He was alright, never really talked to him, he was rather quiet, kept to himself, and when we all went out, he would stay in the bus.
I think out of everyone though, I hated Manson the most. Ugh, just the sound of his name drives me insane. That man... he is just... gorgeous, but a man whore. He likes anything that walks, and always hits on woman he just met. He knows well enough not to come near me. Which, is a good thing... right?
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"Manson dude, seriously, get OVER it! She was a whore, a one night stand, dude, stop getting all wrapped up in these groupie bitches!" Pogo yelled from across the bus.

Manson was in the "kitchen" part of the bus throwing a hissy fit, and is friends were only trying to talk some sense into him.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, POGO! YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO REALLY LIKE SOME ONE, FUCK THEM, AND HAVE THEM LEAVE THE VERY NEXT DAY WITH THEIR CLOTHES BARELY ON AND A SMOKE HANGING OUT THEIR MOUTH..IT IS WEIRD! AND PATHETIC, I HAVE TO WAKE UP TO NO ONE BEING NEXT TO ME! SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME SHE IS LEAVING!!" And with that there was another smash against the bus's wall.

"Why don't you just ask Lynn out... you have wanted to for months....." Twiggy muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me, what was that, Twiggs? I though I heard my name?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing.." He said while walking into his "room".
"Alright.." I said while finishing up my drawing. I was drawing a little girl on a swing with her balloon, and a man pushing her. A rather cute drawing.
"Manson... Brian, are you okay?" I asked... not wanting him to respond, just thought I would TRY to be nice.
"Oh, Lynn, I can't take it...." He said while taking a seat next to me.
"....What am I going to do? I can't find a girl that actually loves me... What can I do to take my mind off of it?" He asked ina sad voice, I almost felt really bad.
"Uhmm... Why don't you draw, that always helps me escape from the world around me." I said with a great smile on my face.
"That is a great idea, Lynn. But, I don't really like drawing, But I do like paint!" He yipped happily.
"Well, I have got some watercolors right here in my bag..."
I grabbed the assorted water colors out from my bag and set them infront of Manson.
"Hows about those?" I asked while pinting at the brand.
"These are excellent! Thank you, Lynn, you are a true friend!" He said while taking the paints and walking away to his room.
Maybe Manson wasn't so bad, He didn't hit on me this time.. Good start to becoming friends. (:
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I awoke in the morning to someone calling my name.
"Lynn, Lynn, Lynn look at what I made for you! LYNNNNNYYY!"
"Hmmm... uhhhh... whaaa?" I said sleepily.
I rubbed my eyes to see Manson holding something quite big up infront of my face.
"Whaa.. What is it? I can't really see." I stated.
"Okay, well, come out in the light, Lynn." He said very excitedly.
"Ughhh. NOOOO! I am tireddd!" I whined.
"Uhmm.. err... Hmmm.. OH! I know! I will carry you out to the kitchen!" Manson yelped.
"Err.. Okay. Haha." I laughed.
He set the mystery thing down and picked me up bridal style from my bunk. He walked me out to the kitchen and set me down in the booth.
"And one, two, three, TAADAAA!" He rang.
"OH MY GOD! IT IS LOVELY!" I squealed.
It was a painting of me, A very good one too.
"I thought about what to paint, and I remembered you gave me the paints, so I was up all night painting this portraite of you! (:" He smiled at me.
"Aww. That was soo sweet!" I leaped up and hugged him. I actually almost knocked him over.
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Sorry people. I am really tired. It is 2:00 am here. I am exhausted. I know it is a cliffy. But I will add the rest tomorrow. (: Byeee. Rate/CMNT

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