Wine

#TW

Twiggy portrayal doesn't belong to me, belongs to my irl friend who helped write this
Marilyn portrayal is mine

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The dim sunlight streamed through the wispy white curtains, casting long diagonal shadows on the light blue walls. The Cure played on a sh*tty laptop, set on a glass stand in the corner. Across from the window, Marilyn and Twiggy laid together. Marilyn was on the floor, an empty wine glass in hand. Twiggy lied on top of Marilyn's chest, his hand entangled in the taller males long hair.

Marilyn moved his foot to the song, The Cure was always a good band to them at least. The beat was perfectly shifty, his voice was so unique and almost beautiful in a way.

'But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't say it
If you won't say it first'

Robert Smiths' voice got progressively louder, pushier, and more emotional but kept the tired esque. He was a true goth, Marilyn didn't understand when he was considered goth or Twiggy.

"We aren't freaking goth.." Twiggy muttered, moving closer to Marilyn.

"We're whatever people interpret us as."

"I don't wanna be seen as goth... goth is lazy."

"But you are."

That seemed to shut Twiggy up. Though after The Cure ended, a song from... Weezer played?

"What is this?" Marilyn asked, scrunching his nose up a bit.
"It's a good song!"

'Imma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think'

"It sounds stereotypical. Emo."

"It's not emo..."

Marilyn rolled his eyes, his eyes fluttering shut. "Whatever..."

"Whatever..." Twiggy mimicked in a bitchy way.

Marilyn snorted and reached his long arm over to grab a bottle of wine that wasn't too far away.

// Will finish probably, need my friend for the rest