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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: Now we get to meet the whole crazy bunch! Also, because I can't keep up with the new members of his band, I'm sticking to the band members I know best. Sorry. :/
Chapter Three: Meeting the Band
The doctors had deigned it safe to release Raven that same night much to her relief and apprehension. Her companion had left the room at several intervals, taking his phone out as he went. She found herself wondering just who he was calling but dreaded the answer. He had just come back in when the doctor announced she could go home.
As the doctor left, giving a wary look to the tall singer, Manson walked over to the side of her bed with an odd smile on his face. “I hope you know that quite a media storm is awaiting us out there,” he warned, sounding all too amused.
“R-really?” she found herself squeaking as she tried to hide under the covers.
“Oh yeah, not every day 'Marilyn Manson' brings a girl to the hospital,” the singer responded, a smirk on his black lips.
“S-so will they leave me alone?” she asked hopefully, wanting nothing more than to crawl under a rock and die. In all the world, the thing she hated most was having her picture taken. What made this worse was these pictures would be shown all over the world.
“Oh not at all! You're one they're the most interested in. After all, there are rumors flying around that you're my new girlfriend,” he purred, amusement dripping from his voice as he watched her reaction.
Raven's hazel eyes went wide as her face went brick red and she made a small squeaking noise. They already assumed she was his girlfriend?! But she wasn't! They didn't know nearly enough about each other to form a relationship. Yet it certainly was looking like Manson wanted to start a relationship with her. The thought made a wave of nerves and desire to spark through her, causing her to shudder slightly. There was no way any of this could be real! There was no way in hell that someone as famous or gorgeous could want little ol' her over a song she had sung to him. Maybe if she pinched herself she'd wake up in her bed, this all having been another one of her elaborate dreams.
Giving herself a hard pinch, she drew in a hiss of pain. She was only mildly surprised when she didn't suddenly wake up and Manson was staring at her with bemusement. His shoulder length, black hair hung slightly in his face, making it a bit hard to make out his exact expression. Despite already proving to herself that this was real, she still couldn't believe it. It all seemed so surreal. Stuff like this never happened to people like her. “I'll let you get dressed. I'll be back in a few moments. Try to prepare yourself for a lot of cameras and questions,” he said finally, breaking through her thoughts. Then he turned and left the room.
A deep terror filling her, Raven pulled on the only article of clothing she had; an over-sized Marilyn Manson shirt. Raven groaned in embarrassment as she pulled it on. Not only would the shirt inflame the rumors but the fact that she was nearly nude would give them quite an eyeful. Wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear, Raven tried to calm her racing heart.
All too soon the imposing singer was back, smirking at her. “Oh no, we can't have them seeing you in just that. No that wouldn't do at all,” he purred, his eyes shining with amusement as he pretended to think. Then he removed his long trench-coat, draping the heavy, black leather on her shoulders. Raven blinked for a moment, her arms automatically entering the sleeves and her hands fastening it. The coat was coated in his scent, smelling of alcohol, musk and sandalwood. Raven couldn't help but hold the collar up to her nose and take a deep breath.
She closed her eyes, smiling as his scent permeated her brain. A low thrum of arousal stirred in her belly just from the thickness of the scent. A deep chuckle broke her out of her reverie and she blushed as she realized what she had been doing. “I-I'm sorry,” she murmured softly, avoiding his gaze as she blushed hotly. What had she been thinking?! That was probably a really weird thing to do!
“Don't apologize. I'm just glad you seem to like how I smell,” he replied, amusement and lust woven through his rich voice. Then he was walking toward her and she noticed just how tightly his black, long sleeve shirt clung to him. Feeling a bit flustered as well as aroused, Raven gulped loudly and backed away until her back hit the wall.
A teasing smile curling his black lips, he lowered his face to hers; their lips mere inches from touching. “You're so adorable when you're flustered,” he purred, sounding far too proud of himself as his lips brushed hers briefly.
“N-no I'm not,” she huffed, meaning to sound angry but only sounding like a child that was protesting its nap. This made him chuckle as he brushed her lips again.
“Yes you are. You're so innocent and shy that its adorable,” he replied smoothly, pressing his body against her as he nipped her neck gently.
Raven gasped loudly, her body arching into his as a jolt of pleasure shot through her from where he nipped. He purred against her neck before giving her another gentle nip, causing her to shudder and moan softly. Then he pulled back, looking into her eyes. His left eye was whitish-blue with a smaller pupil and the right was a normal brown eye. Right now they both searched her probingly. “You really are innocent,” he whispered, his voice so thick and rough it was almost a growl.
Raven felt another jolt of arousal wash through her at the sound of his voice. Yet she was confused by what he could mean. Surely he couldn't tell she was a virgin, could he? Was he so seasoned in sex that he could spot a virgin from miles away? Her heart lurched in her chest as embarrassment and flusterment filled her at the thought.
Suddenly feeling ill at ease with the way he was looking at her, Raven tried to duck under his arms to get away. This only yielded the result of him grabbing her arms and pinning her against the wall. “Did you have someone special in mind for your first?” he hissed, his mismatched eyes narrowed and cold.
“Y-yes,” she stammered out, shrinking back from his sudden anger. Her answer only served to inflame him, his grip tightening on her arms as he growled.
“Who?” he demanded, a dangerous edge to his voice.
Raven was now very afraid of the singer who had her pinned against the wall. She had never done very well around angry men thanks to her father, so Manson being this angry was causing her to have a panic reaction. Not to mention she didn't think he'd take it too well if she told him the truth. Only crazed, utterly obsessed fan-girls wanted him to be their first.
His mismatched eyes flashing with rage, Manson released one of her arms to punch the wall beside her head. “WHO?!” he screamed, veins standing out in his neck.
“Y-y-you...,” she whispered timidly, shaking from sheer terror. Her heart beat in her chest so hard she was almost afraid it was going to explode. For the first time since she met him, she found herself wondering if he was going to hurt her.
Manson froze, his eyes going wide as all the anger left him in a rush. Then he was hugging her tightly, whispering how sorry he was. He had no idea where that reaction had come from. The simple thought of her giving something that intimate to anyone else had filled him with a deep rage. As Raven broke down sobbing in his arms, he felt guilt begin to eat at him. He had obviously scared the shit out of her with that little stunt.
After she had gotten over her fright, Raven found herself not wanting to leave the singer's embrace. She had a deep sense of completeness and belonging just being held in his arms. She had never felt anything like that. With a sigh of contentment, she nuzzled into his chest and wrapped her arms around his thin waist. Then her eyes shot open as she remembered just who she was snuggled against. A hot blush now flaming her pale cheeks, Raven tried to back away only to have him tighten his hold on her.
It had been a long time since anyone had embraced him and it felt nice. So when she had tried to back away, he was going to have none of it and tightened his hold. He burrowed his nose into her black hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled of roses and apples and he inhaled every bit, as if trying to memorize her scent. Then, reluctantly, he pulled back and grabbed one of her small hands in his. “Come on, mustn't keep our public waiting,” he teased with a wink.
Gulping loudly, Raven followed Manson out into the deserted hall. “We'll have until we get into the lobby. Try to stay close so we don't get separated,” he stated, wrapping an arm around her. Raven could only nod in response, staring at the double doors. On the other side she heard a din of voices as thousands of paparazzi tried to negotiate to be allowed in the back.
“At worst, you'll have your picture taken with me,” he whispered in her ear, his voice teasing and full of amusement.
Raven shot him a weak glare which earned a chuckle from the performer. “Yeah, cause what I need is a bunch of butt mad fan-girls sending me death threats,” she grumbled, a bit of her snarky self slipping through. Manson outright laughed at her statement, rubbing her arm affectionately.
“If you hold onto that amount of fight, you'll make it through this just fine,” he assured as he pushed open the doors.
For a moment Raven thought she had gone blind and all she could see was white. Then she heard the almost bullet-like sound of shutters clicking in rapid succession and noticed the bright white wasn't constant but was flashing. A swarm of the camera carrying parasites surged toward the doors, their microphones held out and questions flying. The only thing that saved them from getting swamped was the line of hospital security that was barely managing to hold back the tide.
The sight of the sea of people all pointing their cameras at her made her heart nearly stop in her chest. Shaking like a leaf, she moved to hide behind the towering singer. Manson looked behind himself at her, his smirk completely gone. Raven looked absolutely petrified, shaking violently and pale as a sheet of paper. Ignoring the rapid-fire questions of the journalistic leeches, Manson turned his back to them and took the frozen girl into a comforting hug. “Easy, I won't let them hurt you. They'll see you with me eventually so we best just get this unpleasantness out of the way,” he whispered into her ear, not caring that he was just adding fuel to the napalm.
Raven whimpered, still shaking visibly as she looked up into his mismatched eyes. “B-but they'll have my picture. Everyone will know who I am,” she replied, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
“Its kinda the draw back to dating someone famous. There is no privacy for people like us,” he responded, rubbing her back soothingly.
Taking in a deep breath, Raven forced herself to gather all her courage and come stand by his side. Manson grinned down at her, once again wrapping an arm around her delicate waist. Then he began to lead her past the line of security and into the crushing grip of the tabloid hounds. The huge mass of people pressed in on them, doing their best to impede further movement until their questions were answered. For a moment Raven was afraid of simply being trampled as they continued to press in on them.
Having had quite enough of this nonsense, the performer bent and picked Raven up before simply shoving his way through the tight throng. When he managed to wrestle his way to the door, he opened the door and practically ran to his rental Jaguar. He gently set Raven down, unlocking the car and getting in as the sea of paparazzi began to come after them.
Hazel eyes going wide, Raven got into the blood red Jaguar and buckled her seat belt. Manson cranked the engine to life, backing up and speeding out of the hospital parking lot. As they pulled away, Raven couldn't help one last glance at the hell hounds of press. The sea of paparazzi stood there, their cameras still going off.
Raven turned back to the front, brushing her shoulder length, black hair behind her ear. She looked at the rock star who was currently driving, not liking the smirk he wore on his face. “They're going to have one hell of a front page tomorrow,” he chuckled. Raven couldn't help but groan and facepalm. Her face was going to be all over. They were probably going to use the picture of him carrying her bridal style and try to put some wedding twist on it. She could only hope they didn't know her name.
They traveled in comfortable silence, Raven being far too shy around the singer to try to strike up a conversation. When they pulled up to her house, Raven found her jaw dropping as she took in the scene in front of her. Every light in the house was on and three oddly dressed, blonde men were hustling stuff into the house from a large moving van. Amanda was standing outside, arguing with a blonde, mohawked man who was the fourth member of the group. “What on Earth?” she asked, looking at Manson with a bewildered look.
“Well, since you seem opposed to the idea of picking up a phone, I figured I would just move in on a trial basis,” he replied with a smirk as he parked the car in the driveway.
“Buh, whu, I don't even,” Raven stammered, her brain practically shutting down from this news.
“And of course my band members are gonna have to join me,” he said, his smirk widening into an outright evil grin.
“N-now wait a minute,” she sputtered, flailing her leather covered arms.
“I know you have more than enough rooms for us. Why did you guys get such a big house?” he asked, raising a hair-free brow.
“W-well, we wanted to be sure we had a lot of room for both of our families. We never planned to live apart from each other,” she found herself explaining, watching Amanda argue with the mohawked man.
“Are you guys that close?” he asked, a look of guilt flashing through his features for a split second.
“Oh yeah! We've known each other since Pre-school,” she answered. Then she realized she had been successfully distracted from the fact that he and his whole band was moving in.
“You can't just decide to move yourself and your band into our house!” she exclaimed, unbuckling her seat belt. They could continue this discussion outside. It didn't look as if Amanda had noticed the car due to being distracted by the mohawked man and she had to be worried sick.
“I already have though,” he remarked, satisfaction in his tone.
Shyness leaving in favor of irritation, Raven got out of the car and began to make her way to Amanda. Her first priority had to be to assure her childhood friend that she was alright. She decided to ignore the rock star that was currently jogging after her as she speed walked to Amanda, who was only a few feet away. As she got closer she heard snippets of the yelled conversation. “I don't care what that asshole said! This isn't his fucking house! I would have liked to have been asked before this happened!” the curly haired female yelled, her green eyes flashing with irritation.
“And I told you that I'm just doing what I'm told! Do you have any idea what he'll do to me if I don't do what he says?!” asked the pasty white, blonde mohawk wearing man that was dressed in all black. His kohl surrounded brown eyes gleamed with irritation as he looked toward the others who were currently moving bits of musical equipment. Then he seemed to notice Manson coming and all. irritation seemed to leave him as fear took its place.
Noticing the look of terror on the stranger's face, Raven turned to see Manson's eyes focused solely on her as he strode towards her. A look of irritation mixed with amusement was on his face as he quickly closed the distance. “Meagan?!” asked a relieved female voice, breaking through her thoughts.
Raven turned back just in time to nearly be tackled by the smaller female as she was grabbed in a rough hug. “Oh thank God you're alright! I'm so sorry! I should have called a hospital!” Amanda wailed, nearly crushing Raven in a tight hug.
“Mmrf, need... air,” Raven gasped, swearing that one of her ribs had cracked.
“I'm sorry, I was just so worried,” sniffled the curly haired woman, pulling back and wiping tears from her pale cheeks.
“You told me your name was Raven,” came an amused baritone from behind Raven. Raven made an eeping noise, whirling around to face the performer who was staring at her with an amused look.
“My birth name is Meagan but trust me, I'm as much her as you are Brian,” the black haired woman replied, giving his bony chest a firm poke. Manson merely chuckled, placing a hand on her left shoulder.
“You're getting braver,” he purred, approval in his mismatched eyes.
Feeling flustered and shy from how he was looking at her, Raven cleared her throat and turned back to Amanda who was glaring at Manson. “Just what the hell do ya think you're doing?! Who the fuck told you that you have the right to move into my house!” she yelled, placing her hands on her bony hips.
Manson merely chuckled in reply, giving Raven's shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Well, no one actually. I promise that we won't destroy anything,” he assured, voice dripping with amusement.
“That's not the point! The point is that you didn't even ask!” she huffed.
“Alright, I'm sorry. May we move in on a trial basis? I need to make sure I can get ahold of this one,” he responded, pulling Raven back against his body.
Raven's hazel eyes widened as she found herself with her back pressed against his body. All of her previous shyness returned in a rush as she found herself going bright red and making squeaking noises. “Just adorable,” he purred in her ear, his hot breath making her shudder.
“Ugh! Its not as if I have a choice!” Amanda said with exasperated acceptance, flinging her arms in the air.
“Good! Now, I need to get Raven inside. She needs to eat and get some rest,” he stated, grabbing both Raven's shoulders. He then turned while still making sure she was in front of him by turning her with him and marched her into the house.
“H-hey! I need to at least find out who those men are first!” she protested, gesturing to the now four blonde men who were now moving some rather large boxes into the house.
“In due time, right now I just want to get you fed and in bed,” he replied semi-sternly, amusement in his voice as his hands tightened on her leather covered shoulders.
The imposing singer led her inside, steering her into the kitchen to the left of the door. He pulled out a chair at the table, staring at her expectantly. Feeling a bit timid, Raven complied and sat at the small, round table. Manson nodded curtly before going to the fridge and rummaging through it. “You know, that would probably be easier if I did that. You don't really know what I like to eat or where anything is,” she offered, her voice more shaky than she would like.
Her heart lurched in her chest as he looked at her with narrowed mismatched eyes. “Yeah, you got a point,” he replied, straightening.
Feeling a bit shy and awkward around the 'Antichrist Superstar', Raven stood and began to rummage through some cupboards. Finding a can of soup, she suddenly felt like someone was right behind her. Before she could turn his hands were on her shoulders and he was pressing himself against her back. His hot breath tickled her ear for a second before he began kissing her neck. A small moan escaped her as arousal rose in a wave inside her. Her hazel eyes fluttered shut as she leaned her head to the side to give him easier access. His breathing became quicker and more rough as he nipped her neck gently, his left hand on her waist. Arousal shot through her in a shock as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. “Hey, Manson! We're done unloa.. oh shit. I'm sorry,” came an unfamiliar male voice, breaking the spell Raven had been under.
Manson growled softly, releasing her and turning to face who had spoken. Raven turned as well, soup still in her hand, seeing a blonde haired man with hair that went down to his chin and hung slightly in his face. His brown eyes were surrounded with the same kohl as Manson and he would have been handsome if it weren't for the acne scars on his face. He was dressed in black, wearing platform boots as well. “Perfect timing Ginger,” Manson spat sarcastically, his hands clenched by his side. The reason for his irritability was made evident by the erection that stretched the fabric of his pants. Noticing this, Raven's hazel eyes went wide as her pale cheeks flamed with embarrassment and unexpected lust. Right now she found herself wanting him so badly it was physically painful which didn't help the feeling of embarrassment or awkwardness.
“Hey, how was I supposed to know?” he protested, backing away from the fuming performer.
Ignoring the brewing pissing match, Raven pulled a bowl out of another cupboard, pulled the tab on the can of soup, removed the lid and poured the amber, noodle-filled liquid into the white bowl. “Just gather the others,” Manson snarled, the anger in his voice making her tense. With a now shaking hand, she filled the can just less than halfway with water and poured it into the bowl. She then put the bowl in the microwave and set the time to four minutes.
“Okay, okay. Just take it easy man,” Ginger said disarmingly before the retreating clump of boot steps was heard.
Still slightly aroused despite how afraid she was of the now fuming singer, Raven avoided his heated gaze as she grabbed a spoon and sat at the table to await her food. With a growl, Manson sat at the opposite side of the table, glowering at the entryway to the kitchen. It was then that Amanda came walking in, shaking her head; her mass of curls bouncing as she did so. “I'm going to bed. It has been a long, weird day. Are you sure you're okay?” asked the brown haired female, yawning widely.
Raven looked at the rock star who honestly shouldn't even be in her kitchen at this moment, a blush rising on her cheeks as their eyes met. “Erm...,” she began, sounding nervous and hesitant. She wasn't so sure about being left alone with the singer. It wasn't that she thought he would take advantage of her, it was more like she felt extremely awkward in his presence.
“She'll be fine. I'll make sure she eats and goes to bed,” he replied, mischief replacing irritation as his eyes locked with hers.
“Well, thank you 'Raven',” she replied, rolling her green eyes before she wandered out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“You know, you could probably take that off now,” he suggested, gesturing to the trench-coat she still wore with an amused smile on his black lips.
Raven startled, looking at the trench-coat with a blush. “Y-yes, I'm sorry. You must want your coat back,” she replied, rushing to take off the heavy, leather coat.
“There was no need to remove it if you didn't want to,” he stated with a chuckle. Raven's pale face went red as she realized she had probably made a fool of herself.
Suddenly the microwave dinged and Raven practically flew out of the chair in her rush to put some distance between her and Manson. As she took the steaming bowl out gingerly, she heard a huge commotion as what sounded like a herd of talking elephants came into the house. Raven turned to see four blond men with varying hairdos standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Blinking, Raven carried the hot bowl to the table, set it down and sat down. “So, maybe you can tell us why we moved in here?” asked a pale man that had the same hair-do as Ginger. His red painted lips were pursed in irritation.
“Well, I wanted to get to know my new girlfriend of course,” he stated, as if it made all the sense in the world.
Raven, who had been taking in a spoonful of soup, nearly spat the hot liquid out at the statement. Forcing herself to swallow instead, she looked at Manson with wide, hopeful and yet confused eyes. He couldn't have meant that could he? They had only met in person once and the meeting hadn't been for very long. Surely he couldn't have already made up his mind to date her, right? “You coulda just called her,” the man from before hissed, crossing his black clad arms.
“What I do and don't do isn't really any of your concern John,” Manson growled, danger dripping from his voice.
“It concerns me when you move me practically across the country for some pussy!” he snarled, his red lips pulled in a sneer. All three of the members looked at John as if he had grown two heads and backed away from him.
The reason for that became evident when, in a flash, Manson was on John; shoving the man against the wall of the entryway with a firm grip on his neck. “Don't ever talk about Raven that way again if you value your job,” Manson hissed, his mismatched eyes narrowed in rage as he tightened his grip on the other man's neck.
Raven watched the scene, fear filling her as Manson continued to glare at the choking band member in his grip. John was trying desperately to remove the singer's hand from his neck, his face beginning to turn an alarming shade of blue. “Marilyn!” Raven found herself shouting, trying to draw his attention away from the unfortunate man. Manson turned to face her, still holding onto John's throat as the guitar player wheezed desperately. The rage in his mismatched eyes almost made her gasp as fear threatened to paralyze her.
Gathering all the courage she could muster, she said, “Let him go. I think he gets the point.” To her surprise Manson immediately released John, allowing the man to crumple to the floor. The other three looked at her with a mix of awe and adoration which only added to her discomfort. Deciding to go back to eating, she ignored their gazes as best as she could while she shoveled soup into her mouth. At this point all she wanted to do was finish her food, go upstairs and hide in her room. Everything was becoming overwhelming for her and she needed time to process everything that had happened.
As she finished her food, she was unhappy to find all of the band staring at her. Manson watched her carefully, his mismatched eyes focused on her as she took her bowl to the sink. “Let me introduce my band,” he offered, all traces of his previous rage gone. Raven found herself wondering if he was always so bipolar. The first member to step forward was the mohawked man who had been arguing with Amanda earlier. His kohl surrounded brown eyes shined with a slight insanity as his red painted lips curled into a perverted leer.
“This is Pogo, a.k.a. Madonna Wayne Gacy. He's our keyboardist,” Manson introduced, gesturing to the black clad man who was now bowing to her. Pogo took her pale hand in his, brushing a gentle kiss on the top.
“A pleasure,” he purred, only chuckling when Manson growled at him warningly. With a not too sane grin, Pogo stepped back into line.
The next to step forward was the acne scarred man who had walked in on them earlier. “This is Ginger Fish. He's the drummer,” Manson stated, glaring at Pogo. Ginger smiled at her kindly, looking back at Manson for permission. Manson nodded, a smirk on his black lips. Ginger then gathered her in a gentle hug.
“Welcome to the family,” he said as he pulled away, a smile on his red lips.
'Family'?! This was all happening so fast it was making Raven's head spin. She watched as the next person stepped forward, trying desperately not to just bolt up the stairs. The guy only had hair on the top of his head. It was long, blonde and combed to the right, hanging down to his ear. “This is Tim Skold. He's our bassist,” Manson introduced, his mismatched eyes fixing on her. It was almost as if he could sense she was about to run away.
Tim approached her, his kohl surrounded brown eyes boring into her hazel eyes. Without a word, he shook her hand; a small smile on his red painted lips. Then he went back into line, glaring at John who glared back. Manson shot John a warning glare, clearly warning him to step forward. Reluctantly, John stepped forward, his brown eyes hard and full of anger. “This is John 5. He's our guitarist,” Manson growled, watching John closely.
John glowered at Raven, a snarl on his red painted lips. It looked as if he was dying to say something really nasty but held himself back due to Manson being right there. He merely gave her a nod before he joined his band mates again. “Now, you've met everyone and had some food. Time for you to get some sleep,” the singer suggested, glaring at John.
Raven very nearly bolted up the stairs, in a hurry to put some distance between herself and the situation downstairs. Just as she reached the landing, she heard John's voice from below. “Goddammit not again! She's a fuckin' gold digger just like the rest of them are! You should know better than to get involved with fans after the last time!” John yelled, his voice full of anger as well as worry. There was a sudden slam, causing Raven to wince as she assumed the guitarist had been slammed against a wall again.
“She's different! Didn't you hear the way she sang 'Last Day on Earth'?” Manson snarled angrily.
Suddenly feeling tired and sad, Raven went into her room and shut the door. John had every right to assume she was a gold digger. After all she barely knew Manson and he wanted to be in a relationship with her. Her heart clenched in her chest as hurt began to fill her. A lot of other people would assume the same thing. None of them would ever see that she truly loved the man, had loved him from afar for years in fact. Feeling a bit like a stalker as well as an obsessed fan-girl, Raven curled up on top of her covers and sighed.
A small weight landed on the bed suddenly, making Raven sit up to see what it was. Seeing her black dog staring at her, she smiled and gave the canine a fond pet. “What do I do now Lady? Everything I ever wanted to happen is suddenly happening and I feel so lost and confused. Its all happening so quick!” she confessed, scratching the dog's floppy ears. Lady only huffed softly, laying down on the deep red covers.
Raven sighed, looking up at her closed door. She wondered if she could even sleep knowing she was in a house with someone she had lusted after for years. “God, I just don't know what to do! Do I just go with it and see what happens?” she asked herself out loud. Sighing in confusion as well as frustration, Raven laid back and closed her hazel eyes. Maybe tomorrow things would make more sense.
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