The new baby sitter (Marilyn Manson)

Chapter 3

"Yo...Your... Mmmarilyn...Manson!?" I yell out loud. He stands up and looks at me in horror just as I am looking at him, He suddenly begins to feel the makeup on his face with his hands, he runs over to a mirror and looks at himself. He gasps at himself while looking in the mirror, the makeup looked so much like the way he used to do it. He turns around to face me, "Lily...I-" I cut him off by running out of the room, up the stairs into my bedroom and locking the door behind me.
I slide my back down my door and sit on the floor, I begin to burst into tears. Why couldn't he have told me? Why didn't I recognize him in the first place? Is this actually happening? All these questions were going through my mind and I couldn't think straight. I started getting a headache and I began to feel tired because of how much I was crying. I eventually fell asleep on the floor.

I wake up to the sound of someone tapping on my door. I look up at my clock and see that it's 8:30pm. I don't answer the door, I continue to sit there in silence. "Lily, it's me Jackson. I just wanted to tell you that there's dinner downstairs if you want some" he says. "No, I'm not coming out of this room ever" I say sternly. "Oh okay Lily... You know I don't think he meant to hurt you, you know?" Jackson says. "Just go away." I reply. I hear Jackson move away from the door and walk downstairs. I slowly stand up and walk over to my bed to sit on it. I see my diary and grab it, I begin to write in it.

Dear Diary,
Today has been one of the most weirdest days of my life. I woke up and embarrassed the guy I like by wearing nothing but a towel in front of him. I argued with the guy I like about the man that I love- Marilyn Manson. And lastly I find out that the guy I like is the man I've loved my entire life who happens to be the one and only Marilyn Manson... Wtf is happening?! How is it the shock rocker/God Of Fuck/Antichrist Superstar that I've been in love with all my life has become my god damn baby sitter!? I'm so confused right now.
I hear people talking and footsteps out side my room in the corridor, he must be putting Jackson and Amy to bed. Just when I thought everyone had gone to bed I hear something moving under my door, It's a piece of paper. I go over to it and pick it up, it's a hand written letter.
Dear Lily
I know today has been a life changing day for you today, and that you are going through a lot right now. But instead of staying in your room for the whole month I'm staying here, why don't you come downstairs now and talk this out with me? I want to make things right, but only if you'll let me. -B.W/M.M
"So that's what that meant!" I say to myself finally realizing what B.W/M.M (Brian Warner/Marilyn Manson) meant. I take a deep breath and peek into the corridor to check if anyone was there, the cost was clear. I decided to walk to the bathroom first before heading downstairs.

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the light while also closing the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror and you could tell I had been crying. I wash my face and put a little makeup on. I then brush my hair out so it looked neat. Once I felt I was able to show myself I took a deep breath and opened the door and began to walk downstairs. I walk into the living room and look around, no one was there, I enter the kitchen and see Brian cooking something. I slowly walk in and i accidentally make a loud noise with my foot which causes him to look up. "Lily... I'm glad your here, please sit." He says gesturing towards a seat at the kitchen counter. I sit down and he hands me a cup of tea, "thanks" I say quietly. He continues cooking which peaks my interest. "What are you making?" I finally speak. "Spaghetti" he says. I don't bother looking at his face, I avoid all eye contact. I could tell it was annoying him because all of a sudden he stopped cooking and set everything down. "Lily, look at me." He says sternly. I look to the ground and shake my head like a child. He walks around the counter to where i was and stood in front of me, I continued to avoid eye contact. I suddenly feel his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my head up which causes me to look right at his face. His face, it was so beautiful, so clear and pale, with the big beautiful brown eyes and his lips... his lushes lips. At that moment I could tell I was falling for him. I think he could too because once he saw he had my full attention he quickly let go of my chin and moved away from me.

He went back around the counter and finished cooking. He put some spaghetti into a bowl and placed it in front of me with a fork. "Bon Appétit" he says. I begin to eat and I finish my meal within minutes. "Wow you must have been hungry" he says. I was about to grab my bowl to put it away but Brian was too, both our hands touched and we flinched. I pull my hand away quickly and look away. "Lily, why must you look away from me?" He asks me. "Because..." I couldn't find the words to express what I was feeling. "It's because you know I'm Marilyn Manson isn't it?" He says. "But your not!" I protest while turning around to face him. "I can't separate the two like I used to, all I see is Brian and Manson. Not one or the other, just both. It's so confusing!" I say. He looks at me with an odd expression then nods his head understandingly. "If it's worth anything, I am sorry." He says. I deeply sigh and look down again. "Lily, you must have so many questions, I'll answer any of them, I at least owe you that." He says. I look up at him, "Why are you here?" is my first question. He takes a deep breath and begins to speak, "Well after Columbine I felt destroyed. I wanted to stop everything and disappear but everyone around me wanted me to continue so i made the albums Holy Wood and The Golden Age of Grotesque, but I couldn't do it anymore. So I made my last album Lest We Forget The Best Of Marilyn Manson, as a farewell to everyone. I really wanted to disappear so I took off all the makeup, the eye contact, the outrages clothing and lost contact with almost everyone, and in the process lost the ones I held dear to me." He stops talking for a moment. "When you say, lost the ones you held dear, do you mean Dita?" He looks up at me and into my eyes with an outraged expression. His expression gradually calms down and he begins to speak again. "Yes, Dita. I guess you kept up with my love life then." He says, "Well when your madly in love with someone it's kinda hard not to know if their taken or not." I say slightly blushing. He nods his head and gives a slight laugh. "So after all that you decided to become a Baby Sitter?" I ask skeptically. "No not straight away. Everyone needs money right? Well one night while I was at Twiggy's we-" I cut him off, "Twiggy!? omg! I forgot all about him for a moment. So when you said Jeordie was looking after your cat you meant Twiggy right?" I say eagerly. "Haha, yes! Now can i get on with what I was saying" he replies. I nod my head and let him continue. "Right so, I was at Twiggy's house and we started coming up with some ideas of what my new line of work could be. I didn't want a big job, I wanted a job where I wouldn't get noticed, so Twiggy suggested Baby Sitting. As a joke though. Anyways at one point we were so drunk that we decided to put an add for me as a baby sitter, so we put up flyers, made some phone calls and then passed out. The next morning a get a bunch of phone calls for baby sitting jobs and for some reason I actually said yes. So ever since then I've been in the baby sitting industry" he says. "Wow" was the only thing I could say. "So...What do you think?" He asks. I hesitate then answer, "I don't really know what to think, I mean... I've been in love with you ever since I was kid and now your my baby sitter. It's a little fucked up to be honest." "I completely agree" He replies and we both giggle. He looks back into my eyes and says, "May I ask you a question now?", "Okay I guess" I reply. "So now that you know who I am, do you hate me? or do you still have the same feelings for me?" he asks. I hesitate then finally speak,"Uh... well I don't think I could ever hate you to be honest. When you ask me if I still have the same feelings for you, do you mean for Brian Warner or Marilyn Manson?" I ask. "Both" he says. I take a moment to think about my answer, "I don't know, I'll have to get back to you on that" I reply. He gives me a smirk and I smile back at him. We both stand up and I tuck in my chair. "I should probably get to bed now, I have school tomorrow" I say. He nods his head and replies, "I'll walk you up".

We both walk upstairs and we reach the outside of my bedroom door, I turn to face him, "Before I go in I have one last thing to ask you" I say. "Hmm" he replies. "What do I call you by now?" I ask. "Whatever you'd like I guess" he says in an unsure voice. "Okay...Manson." I give him a shy smile, hoping he wont mind the name. Luckily he smiles back at me. "Sweet Dreams" He says, "Are made of these" I reply. I then enter my room and shut my door behind me. I grin uncontrollably and feel myself blushing. I walk over to my cupboard and get dressed, I then hop into bed. I get my phone and put my earphones in, I turn on Sweat Dreams (Are made of these) and fall asleep.

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