A/N: I DO NOT OWN MARILYN MANSON OR ANYONE THAT IS RECOGNIZABLE. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, AND MY STORY. This is my first Manson fic, so bare with me... I hope you like it, and if not oh well...read and review...like you didn't already now I was going to say that...omg I can read your mind...RUN!...lol

"Yeah, I'm not feeling this." I hadn't even been thinking, I had just sat down a few hours ago and just started painting. Looking at the painting in front of me, I finally saw what had come to life on what was once a blank canvas. It was my band, with my fiance leaning up against me, her back to my front with my right arm wrapped around her shoulders and across her chest, our left hands in-twined. This might have seemed like a nice painting at first glance, only one thing was bugging the hell out of me. There was another girl in the picture. We were exactly the same height, same extremely slender build. Her back to my back, her jet-black hair was down to her hips. What really got me though was the fact that she didn't have a face. Which beg s the question, who the hell is she? Throwing the paint soaked brush across the room, I stood up and flipped the easel over, sending paint and water flying all around the room. I have no idea as to how long I stood there, watching the paint run across the canvas, distorting the picture, twisting it. The story of my life...what the hell is wrong with me. Evan hearing the noise came running into the room. "What's going on?" As she looked at the mess, I could only assume that she thought I had gotten frustrated and had thrown a tantrum. "What happened?" That's Evan, always the sweet caring person that wants to make everything better. Ironically, I suppose that's one of the things that I like about her. As she turned her sweet face to look up at mine, all I could do was shrug my shoulders and say, "It got on my nerves and pissed me off." This caused her mega-watt smile to come out and her to laugh that sweet laugh and say,"I can see that. Lord help if I ever piss you off." Walking up to me, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed giving me one of her reassuring hugs. "It's okay, just don't completely ruin it. After sleeping on it, you might find out that you like it. You know?" She said the last part looking up at me, her chin on my chest, once again sweetly smiling.

"Yeah, I know babe. I didn't like what I saw, and it pissed me off." Which wasn't a lie, I didn't like what I saw, and it did piss me off. "I'll get over it." I always do...kind of.

" I just got done cooking some dinner, if your hungry."

"Turning into Betty Crocker are we?"

"No just thought I'd cook instead of ordering take out...like some one else I know."

"Twiggy?"

"Ha ha Bri. Very funny, turn that accusing finger around mister."

"I do think I'm funny, but before I agree to eat anything, what is it?"

"Something very homey."

"So what is it?"

"You'll see." With that she stepped out of my arms and danced out of the room. It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. She had on a grey soffe baby tee with a short black vest over it, fadded ripped jeans, with a pair of black converse encasing her feet. She had left her hair down, which I heart. I loved the way those pants hug her ass, making it look absolutly perfect. I started after her.

"You know I really wish I had half of the energy that you have." Following her down to the first level, I walked into my kitchen, and what I saw made me laugh out loud. "Meat loaf? Are you serious?" She stood there just looking at me, with a what's-wrong-with-it face. "I haven't eaten that since I lived with my mother..."

"You don't have to eat it."

"No I will it's just, Homey, and very... ironic."

"I got the point, just shut-up and eat."

"You know you're probably one of the few that can tell me to shut-up and not get an agressive reaction from me?" By this point we were both sitting down at the table both enjoying the easy banter being exchanged between the two of us.

"I know. So...mabey this was a little too homey."

"Whay do you say that?"

"I don't know, just feels a little awkward now."

"Ohmigah, I feel like some one's about to bust out with grace."

"Yeah I'm calling for take out." With that Evan jumped up from the table and litterily almost ripped her cell phone from her pocket to make the call. "Would you dispose of that very awkward meal, please sir?"

Rolling my eyes, I was ultimatly releived, why hide it. "I'd thought you'd never ask."

After dinner we moved into the living room to watch a movie. "So what were you thinking about watching?" She put her hands in front of her like she was praying and looked up at the ceiling. "Please don't let it be another zombie movie, please, please, pleeeeeaase." I turned around and looked at her like 'Really, Evan?'. "Well can you blame me? That's all we've watched for the past week." Turning back around, I began searching through the massive movie collection that I had acquired over the years.

"There classics!"

"By who's standards?"

"Mine and Rob Zombies." After turning and sticking my tongue out at her, I returned to looking through the films.

"I walked right into that one."

"Yes, you did. Relax I was actually thinking about watching Avatar."

"But you've seen it twice." I watched her walk over and plop down on my black leather couch. Which unfortunatly disturbed my cat, Lilly, causing the cat to hiss at her demonically. Lily hasn't liked Evan from the get-go. I gave the feline a 'come to Jesus meeting' after she had dive bombed Evan from on top of the fridge, in hopes that it would have helped. Unfortunatly it didn't take. Oh well.

"It's a good movie though."

"Oh it is, is it?"

"Evan have you even seen it?" Turning to look at her, she looked away and around the room. I put in the dvd, and sat down in the couch by Evan. I pulled her to me,wrapped her in my arms and smiled. "That's what I thought, don't knock it, till you've..."

"Tried it?" I kissed her quickly and soundly on the mouth.

"No seen it."