Rebel Love Song

Marilyn’s p/o/v
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“Ok whatever I’ll be here waiting,” I sighed hanging up the phone on my dad. He was supposed to pick me up a half hour ago and it looks like it’s going to rain, oh well thats what you get in spring. Fuck, it’s summer not spring, whatever. I sit on the curb waiting for another 20 minutes for my dad. Im not going to re-call him, he’ll just get madder. I guess this is the time to introduce myself, hi Im Marilyn Whiteside I have blonde hair, and am an outcast at school. I have one tattoo, but I do want more. It’s the Beauty and The Beast rose, on my forearm. Im not going to go into detail about that because it has a lot of meaning. I have extremly light blue eyes, pink plump lips and high cheekbones. I’m labeled as the outcast because I listen to classic and a little modern rock and metal. I just think it’s better than some rap song about butts. But I do like some pop songs, just not a lot. I usually dress in darker clothes so that gets me called emo and goth, but I shrug it off. Im in my junior year here and can’t wait to leave. I still have senior though, and honestly I don’t care if I don’t graduate. Ill probably drop out. I dont need school anyways. Im going to be a photographer and painter so im pretty positive that I wont need school to help with that. I used to have a crush on the captain of the football team but truthfully, we all have. Don’t try and deny it we all have. I rolled my eyes at the people passing by, giving me weird looks. I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, until a car pulled up. It wasn’t my dads but it was the school drop out, Andy Sixx.

“What’s your boyfriend going to say when he finds out you went for a ride with me?” he took his sunglasses off and looked at me.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said standing.

“What’s your name?” he asked leaning back into the seat of his black cadillac.

“Marilyn,” I said picking my bag up from the ground, slinging it around my shoulder.

“You like movies Marilyn?” he smirked.

I smiled at stepped over the door into his car. He looked at me and put his sunglasses back on. I broke the silence by asking, “Can this thing go really fast?” I’ve always had a thing for fast cars.

“Oh yeah,” and we sped off.

We drove around for a while just talking and listening to the faint music coming from his speakers. His car is surprisingly clean, for a guy at least. I don’t know why I’ve always heard bad things about him, probably because he’s like me. His favorite bands and KISS, Motley Crue, ACDC, Misfits, stuff I like basically. We fell into a comfortable silence and I just looked at his tattoos. He has a misfits logo on one arm and an oldschool Batman on the other. We arrived at a movie theater that plays a lot of original movies, instead of remakes. The movie we watched was the the 89’ Batman. During the movie we wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I blushed, thank God we were in the dark, or else I would’ve looked like a tomato. When the movie was done we threw out our popcorn tube and drinks as we walked out of the theater hand in hand. Why are we being to touchy? I don’t know but I like it, it felt right.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” he said as we walked to the car.

“Ask you what?” I smiled back smiling.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, “My name,” he smirked.

“Nope,” I smiled.

“I like where this is going Marilyn,” he leant in and so did I.

Our lips touched in a soft, gentle lips. His cold lip ring against my warm lips. They moved together in perfect sync. He pulled away and I said, “Me too.”

We hopped in his car and drove around for a while longer. “I wish I had a life like yours, just going wherever you heart wants, just leaving it behind as you go,” I said leaning on his shoulder. He murmured saying ‘Yeah’. I sang along softly to ‘Rebel Yell’ by Billy Idol. We stopped right on the far side of the park, right across from my house. We sat there in silence for a while. I wish I could live like him. Just leave everything and start a new life. He shifted to where we were looking at each other, with me still leaning on him.I grabbed a hold of my neck softly and my eyes fluttered close as we leaned in. As soon as our lips connected I felt a little spark of electricity. I bought a my hands to tangle in his long, black hair. We leaned back to where I was lying on the seat and he was on top of me. Our lips moved hungerly together as our tongues danced together. I pulled his hair making him groan and I smirked. He moved his lips down to my neck and began leaving kitten kisses all over my collarbone. When he found my sweet spot he bit and nibbled on it for a bit, making sure he left his mark. I don’t know why I’m doing this with him, but it feels so right, but I know it’s so wrong. That’s just how it is, you know it’s wrong but it feels so right. and right now this is a bad idea, because I’m going to get into loads of trouble but I love spending time with him. He ground into me making me moan again, but of course I had to get a phone call.

“Fuck my life,” I muttered sitting up rolling my eyes. I looked at the caller ID and it was my sister, Lucy, “What do you want Lucy?” I asked angrily into the phone.

“I’m telling dad you were out with a boy!” she laughed thinking she would be clever.

“Well I don’t care because I am.”

“Oh my God get home right now! Dad is going to kill you!” She laughed, well more like cackled.

“Alright, alright I’ll come, just don’t tell dad!” I told her and she hung up. “I hate my family,” I muttered slouching back into Andy’s car seat. I blushed realizing what we were just doing before my idiot sister called.

“What was that?” he asked resting his head on his arm that was bent on the top of the seat.

I rolled my eyes again, “It’s past my curfew and my sister just had to tell my drunk dad that I’m out and I’m going to be in even more trouble because he’s drunk,” I sighed as tears came to my eyes. I breathed out a shaky breath as I wiped the tears before they started falling.

“Why so sad, you’ve been in trouble before?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side and scooching closer to me to where I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

I sniffled and spoke, “I know it’s just that my dad hates me,” I tried covering up my lie that I just wanted to stay here with him.

I laughed, “I can tell when you’re lying, you said you don’t care about him,” he looked me in the eyes and said, “now tell me the truth.”

I sighed and took a deep breath looking him in those blue eyes. I couldn’t lie to his face, “I don’t want to leave you,” I mumbled.

“What if I said you don’t have to leave me?”

I instantly light up light a christmas tree, “Are you kidding? Wait how?” I asked.

“When you go home and your inside grab your belongings and come out your window I’ll be waiting outside, then we’ll go,” he smiled.

“Oh my God thank you Andy!” I hugged him as tight as I could. “You have no idea how much this means to me,” I said into his hair, but it coming out muffled. When we pulled away we sat back in our seats and i spoke again, “I live just across the park, I can walk there, and I think it would be better for both of us if he didn’t see you,” I said.

“Understandable,” he laughed.

“Ok bye,” I gave him a quick peck on the lips. I stepped out of his car waving him off as I walked through the park. As I was walking though I saw three guys sitting on a bench staring at me.

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