Smells Like Children (Maniggy: Marilyn Manson x Twiggy Ramirez)

Chapter 13

Twiggy's POV

I feed Marilyn some peaches from his tray of food. Daisy, Madonna, and Ginger look at us like we're annoying.

"How long is your relationship going to last? This cute loving shit gets annoying after awhile." I giggle at Daisy's remark. Marilyn throws an apple at him, it hits him directly on the face. "What the hell?!" He shouts. Madonna takes the apple and starts to eat it.

"Hey, guys." Jennifer says while sitting down with us. I really hate her. This past week she just kept flirting with everyone. It's hard to not punch her. Heh, I guess that's how everyone feels about Marilyn and I.

"Hey, Jennifer." Ginger says.

"Hey," Daisy adds. Madonna stares down at her breasts that are basically hanging out from her V-neck shirt. She looks disgusting.

"So, I was in class the other day." She begins.

"Yeah?" Ginger says. She starts to smile.

"And a friend of mine invited me to go to a party this Saturday night. He said I can invite as many friends as I want, and I want you guys to join me." Everyone starts to look suspicious.

"A party? Who's hosting this?" Daisy asks.

"Oh, just this guy named Chris." She says. Chris? The guy that's in basically every sports team we have at school?

"I guess we can go. You going Madonna?" Daisy asks. Madonna shrugs then nods.

"Sure. What time and address?"

"It starts at ten at night and it's the really big green house down the street, ya know?" She says and points to the street it's on.

"Oh, that house. That house is fucking huge." Madonna says.

"I guess I can come too." Ginger says.

"What about you, Marilyn?" She asks him. Marilyn looks over at me. I shrug and continue to tear off pieces of grass around me.

"You wanna go?" He asks me.

"I dunno." I mumble.

"C'mon, Twiggs, just go. It'll be fun." Daisy says.

"Alright, only if Marilyn goes!" I say.

"Of coarse I'll go if you're going." He says. I smile at him and nod.

"Great! Well, see you all at the party. I have to go. Chris invited me to sit with him and his friends." She says and bounces over to the courtyard.

"A party, I've never been to one!" I say.

"Me neither. I personally hate them, but I guess I'll go." Daisy says.

"I'm only going because of the girls. Maybe one of them will get drunk and I can take her home." Madonna mumbles then chuckles to himself. He's so perverted. That's all he ever thinks about.

"Same." Ginger says and pats his shoulder. I look over at Marilyn. He just shrugs.

"Doesn't surprise me." Marilyn says. I giggle. Yeah, no surprise. "Did you want me to pick you up at your house or do you wanna meet at my place, babe?"

"At your place," I say. He nods and starts to eat again.

"We'll just see you at the party, Manson." Daisy says. Marilyn and I nod. The bell rings a little later. They throw away their tray and Marilyn walks me to class.