Hold me like you held on to life when all fears came alive and entombed me

[spidermushrooms]

Marilyn laughed and started to lead the way, going through the incredibly short shorts with the garter belt stockings underneath, just to find a cigarette and her lighter. She wasn't planning on lighting it on the campus but she definitely planned on lighting it the moment she got herself out of the university grounds. She knew she would love college, but the thought of having to take an almost ten minute walk some days (depending on her classroom) just to light up and have a smoke break for five minutes really bugged her.

The only reason she didn't mind it so much that it would be unbearable was the fact that she loved to excersize. An hour and a half every day, then fifteen minutes after eating. She was obsessive about her health...besides her lungs. She didn't mind polluting them until they wouldn't be able to work. If there was one thing you could blame the habit on it was her mother getting cancer. It showed that you could be careful and look after yourself, but youre going to die some day.

Mary definitely did lead the way, her posture perfect for such a grungy child. When he spoke about her looks, she turned and raised an eyebrow. “Wow, honesty, I like it” she admitted then shrugged. “So Ill be honest with you. Youre incredibly, smoking hot for a thirty six year old. But...youre accent does it. Its incredibly sexy. I don't understand how girls go for the Brittish guys. I lived there for a long time. They're really not that great” she said and rolled her eyes.

Once they were out of the campus she lit up her cigarette, almost at the exact same time as Ville. “Ill be honest, Ive never heard you sing. I dated this guy who loved your stuff, he was in this tribute band kind of thing. Ive only heard him do it, and he was a horrible vocalist. I heard people complain about it as they walked out. They insist that youre one of the greatest metal vocalists ever.” She said, then continued.

“My brother likes your stuff too, but he plays his music quietly unlike myself. I am, however familiar with your work. I studied it when I took a music course. I had never listened to it, I just took the sheet music and played it how it said. So I guess, no...I don't listen to you” she said and shrugged.

“However your music is great. You should be pretty proud of it. Maybe Ill finally go home and ask my brother if I can listen to it with him” Mary finished. Music meant alot to her.

[N9ine]

Ville smiled at Mary's comment then looked over to her " Maybe you can come watch a show sometime " He winked at her once more then looked around the area they were in " I suppose the girls like it because it's so different..but when you live there its just like what ever." He looked down to the ground kicking at a rock launching it far away.

He looked to Mary's lighter then burst out laughing " That is absolutely amazing !" he exclaimed where he was from he didn't see to much of the star wars things and coming here to see it was amazing it was one of his favorites (?). He smiled and pulled out a lighter with Yoda's head on it " I prefer yoda over Darth Vader...." He giggled much like a little school boy.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed getting frustrated with having to walk so far and long " So how much farther is this place I know you said we had a bit of a walk but...jeez this is fairly long. " He smiled hoping she knew he was teasing her and that he wasn't really upset that they had to walk so long the only thing that bother him was the cold he was a rather skinny man and it wasn't really helpful to him at all.

He sighed softly then looked to the sky. Watching the pale white fluffy clouds roll on by. " It a beautiful day just very cold...what do you think?"

[spidermushrooms]

Marilyn smiled at Ville as he told her to come watch a show some time. “You know what? I think I will. I will come see a show, but you know, you could get me back stage. Your lead guitarist is cute amazing. And your pianist? Its just beautiful” she said and grinned.

“And no, youre wrong. Girls like it because every song you write is either about love, or death. Its poetic. They call it Love Metal, and not many bands invest in it, plus, like i said, youre hot” she said and rolled her eyes. “I will not listen to any of your songs until I see you live. Even if its just you. The best way to judge somebodies talent is to see them live.”

Mary was about to put the lighter away when he burst out laughing. Caught off guard she had to check which one it was today. “Thanks, I collect them...” he said. Looking at the yoda lighter she couldn't help but laugh. Instead of putting it away, she handed her lighter to him. “Keep it, in exchange for playing for me one day,” she said and winked.

“Its only another two minutes...dont tell me youre unfit,” she joked with a smirk clear on her face. “Youre a rockstar. How could you possibly jump around so much and not be fit?” she continued, knocking his arm with her own. She was tiny. Four foot, ten inches. A tiny, tiny girl. She didn't know what he was complaining about. She had no jacket, was in a singlet top, and had incredibly short jean shorts, then stockings that didn't even cover all of her legs, which were short to begin with.

As he asked if it was a beautiful day, she looked up at the sky. “Depends on your definition of a beautiful day” she insisted, the smirk still there. “I find my most productive days are the days when its raining, and a storms coming. Everyone quickly gets inside, usually infront of a heat source with a warm beverage. Thats my idea of beautiful” she explained.

[N9ine]

" I am perfectly fit I was just seeing how long it would take to get on your nerves" he let out a bit of a laugh then took the Darth Vader lighter. " well if you insist perhaps he and Obi Wan can channel the force and make one big super lighter flame" He smiled as the inner child in him came out.

He let out a sigh and then looked at a rather dark looking building with a smoker area in the back. Assuming this was the place her walked over to the door and held it open for Mary...if this wasn't the place he just made himself look like a jackass in front of a very pretty young girl.

He gave her a sweet looking smile then followed behind her as she went in. He followed her to a back table and sat beside her the smell of all the smoke was rather disgusting but, the habit was something that would be incredibly hard to stop so he didn't bother. A disgustingly addictive habit. That calmed him down to no extent and helped with his nerves so it didn't bother him as much as it did other people.

He smiled playfully at the young girl as he looked around like an excited young child. " So what shall we talk about miss mary.?"

[spidermushrooms]

The restaurant: the outside
where everyone else eats
backroom

Raising an eyebrow, Marilyn nodded her head. “Sure big boy. Youre incredibly fit,” she teased, poking her tongue out at him. He was alot of fun to be around

The star wars reference was just too much to handle, and she let out a rather serious laugh. “Wow, youre a very funny man, Ville. You should have gone into comedy” she said and knocked his arm again with her own. She could see herself having many funny, and serious conversations with the man in front of her. He was good looking, funny, and she figured quite intelligent. She was planning on finding out the last one for sure.

As he walked over to the restaurant and opened the down for her, she blushed (which was obvious considering she was so pale) and walked in. “Why thankyou. Chivelry obviously isn't dead. Sure youre not a vampire?” she asked, fully aware of the song called ‘Vampire Heart'. The pathetic excuse for a boyfriend when she was fifteen used to write love notes to her with the lyrics of the song in them. He was obsessed. if only he knew who I was hanging out with now... she thought to herself as she walked into the back room.

The smell may have been horrible to others, but to her it was nice and calming. She took out another cigarette. She was indeed and chain smoker, and so was he.

As he asked what they should talk about, she smirked. “Well...I could find out alot about you on the internet, so I don't really need to ask you anything personal” she said and poked her tongue out at him, obviously a regular occurance.

“Why don't you tell me something I cant find on there. Youre secretive about your lyrics and where the muse comes from. The musician in me wants to know, what goes on through your head when you sit down to write?”

She felt like an interviewer, so instead she pulled the seat in, propped up her elbows and rested her head on her hands, the arms upright. She looked into his bright green eyes, her own electric blue eyes keeping eye contact.