The Sextet
Chapter Nine
"Leave me on the concrete,
leave me on the ground!
Oh, you're gonna do that?
Well boy, you're going DOWN!
Oh!
Don't think I will forgive you,
so easily-y
'cause boy..."
Yay, my song is on the radio of the bar. Yay, people are swarming me. Yay, One Direction is here. Yay, I'm not fucking DEAD yet.
I smooth out my outfit and sign an autograph and smile at a camera.
"Oh why HELLO, Marilyn!" A voice chirps behind me. Not Harry, not Rachel... but Kaylin. How nice. Her outfit looks like a cow barfed on her.
"Your outfit looks like a cow barfed on you," I inform her. What? I like to inform people.
She growls at me and pouts.. "Ummmmm... you look... like.. like.."
Her eyebrows furrow in thought.
"Yeah, tell me when you're finished thinking." I grin and go over to the drink table. It's a new year party/Christmas party.
I pour myself some alcohol - 'cause I'm motherfucking BADASS - and go back over to Kaylin.
"Thought of one?" I ask.
"You look like a zebra!"
"Thank you!" I nod. It's a compliments in Marilyn World.
"Bitch!" She barks, but then her expression turns into a smile. "Well, I'm dating Niall, and YOU'RE not."
She stretches the word you're.
Okay, time to be surprised. "You're.. dating.... BLAUGHHH!" I spit out the liquid in my mouth.
"That's fucking disgusting!"
"UGHHHHH!" She shrieks and runs away into the crowd.
Okay. Not expecting that.
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"10.... 9..... 8..... 7..." I scream along with the crowd. IT'S GONNA BE 2014, I'M GONNA KILL EVERYO-
What?
Aaaaaand.. I'm halfway drunk.
"6... 5... 4.... 3... 2.... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the ball drops down.
Everyone cheers at the top of their lungs.
Why aren't we in Times Square?
I'm not going to answer, 'kay?
"IT'S MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"
"2014 BITCHEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"
Drunk people stretch their words and scream into the crowd. The music turns up and I'm about to go into the bathroom - Too much vodka - someone bumps into me.
"Ooooh, Marilyn! Fancy seein' you here, eh?" Harry smirks as he leans on the doorframe.
"Mmhm. Move your ass."
"Can't." He pushes back his curls and looks at me.
"OOooooooooh." Some people oooh and I slowly look up.
"Mistletoes are for idiots." I slur as I cross my arms.
"Mm, sure they are. But we're drunk, young, and idiots, aren't we?"
Okay, he's got a point there.
"Just kiss me. It won't kill you." His eyes meet mine. Everyone is almost - music and dancing, duh - now.
Dear Mr. Mistletoe,
fuck you.
Sincerely,
Marilyn
"Okay, fine. Only because I'm drunk." I growl at him and pull him down, making myself jump at my own remark. Our lips connect instantly; but it just seems so familiar somehow, like I've been feeling his kiss for a long time. Which I have. I admit it. I've secretly been crushing on Styles.
The kiss grows bigger, and the crowd has gone away now. We pull apart to gasp some air.
"Happy new year, Harry."
"Happy new year, Marilyn."
leave me on the ground!
Oh, you're gonna do that?
Well boy, you're going DOWN!
Oh!
Don't think I will forgive you,
so easily-y
'cause boy..."
Yay, my song is on the radio of the bar. Yay, people are swarming me. Yay, One Direction is here. Yay, I'm not fucking DEAD yet.
I smooth out my outfit and sign an autograph and smile at a camera.
"Oh why HELLO, Marilyn!" A voice chirps behind me. Not Harry, not Rachel... but Kaylin. How nice. Her outfit looks like a cow barfed on her.
"Your outfit looks like a cow barfed on you," I inform her. What? I like to inform people.
She growls at me and pouts.. "Ummmmm... you look... like.. like.."
Her eyebrows furrow in thought.
"Yeah, tell me when you're finished thinking." I grin and go over to the drink table. It's a new year party/Christmas party.
I pour myself some alcohol - 'cause I'm motherfucking BADASS - and go back over to Kaylin.
"Thought of one?" I ask.
"You look like a zebra!"
"Thank you!" I nod. It's a compliments in Marilyn World.
"Bitch!" She barks, but then her expression turns into a smile. "Well, I'm dating Niall, and YOU'RE not."
She stretches the word you're.
Okay, time to be surprised. "You're.. dating.... BLAUGHHH!" I spit out the liquid in my mouth.
"That's fucking disgusting!"
"UGHHHHH!" She shrieks and runs away into the crowd.
Okay. Not expecting that.
********************
"10.... 9..... 8..... 7..." I scream along with the crowd. IT'S GONNA BE 2014, I'M GONNA KILL EVERYO-
What?
Aaaaaand.. I'm halfway drunk.
"6... 5... 4.... 3... 2.... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the ball drops down.
Everyone cheers at the top of their lungs.
Why aren't we in Times Square?
I'm not going to answer, 'kay?
"IT'S MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"
"2014 BITCHEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"
Drunk people stretch their words and scream into the crowd. The music turns up and I'm about to go into the bathroom - Too much vodka - someone bumps into me.
"Ooooh, Marilyn! Fancy seein' you here, eh?" Harry smirks as he leans on the doorframe.
"Mmhm. Move your ass."
"Can't." He pushes back his curls and looks at me.
"OOooooooooh." Some people oooh and I slowly look up.
"Mistletoes are for idiots." I slur as I cross my arms.
"Mm, sure they are. But we're drunk, young, and idiots, aren't we?"
Okay, he's got a point there.
"Just kiss me. It won't kill you." His eyes meet mine. Everyone is almost - music and dancing, duh - now.
Dear Mr. Mistletoe,
fuck you.
Sincerely,
Marilyn
"Okay, fine. Only because I'm drunk." I growl at him and pull him down, making myself jump at my own remark. Our lips connect instantly; but it just seems so familiar somehow, like I've been feeling his kiss for a long time. Which I have. I admit it. I've secretly been crushing on Styles.
The kiss grows bigger, and the crowd has gone away now. We pull apart to gasp some air.
"Happy new year, Harry."
"Happy new year, Marilyn."
Notes
HEEEEEY!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
This is 3 days late but I was being fabulous and forgot.
This chapter is soooo late. OH WELL.
@annabanana
sorry i was p'd off tht day;)
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