*next week*
*Evianna's POV*
"Does ANYONE know how to cook!" Marilyn yelled from the kitchen.
Twiggy laughed amd walked in.
"I can do pancakes and that's about it," he says smiling.
Dad looked to Venice and I.
She shook her head.
"Youtube it dad. It cant be THAT hard," I said. He gave us all a serious look.
"If I Youtube it, no one tells Jordan, okay?"
"Got it," Venice and I chined in.
The OTHER dad just laghed and walked away.
"Are you excited Venice?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm kinda scared that Dad is gonna chop his, well, you know what off,"
We both laughed. The smoke alarm went off a few moments later.
"Shit!" Marilyn yelled.
"TURN THE GODDAMN ALARM OFF!" Dad yelled running down the stairs.
"What'd you burn?" I ask, coughing.
"Fucking noodles!!" Dad yelled.
That earned a chorus if laughter.
"Well, we know you can't cook," Twiggy remarked after opening all the windows.
"Shut up Twiggy," Manson mumbled, "Spaghetti is difficult!"
I laughed so hard I fell of the couch.
*Venice's POV*
After dad made some-what edible spaghetti, Twiggy ushered me and Evianna upstairs.
"Ok my beautiful daughters, put these on!" He hands us each a nice but casual dress.
We each go to our rooms and put them on.
The dress he handed me was a simple, long-sleeved black dress.
The top was black with a slight V-neck, not to revealing. The skirt was dark grey.
I walked to Twiggy's room and knocked on the door. He opened it seconds later.
"Aww! You look so beautiful!"
"Dad, we have a problem," I say bluntly.
He gives me a worried look.
"Um this shows some of my scars."
He looks down at my thighs.
"Shit! I forgot about that. Um look in your drawers, I think there might be some cute tights in them."
I walk back to my room and look for tights. Finding a pair of classic black ones, I put them on.
"Come here I wanna do your hair," he squeals.
"Don't make me look too girly," I plead.
I look in the mirror. He slightly curled my hair at the tips.
"There you go beautiful! No go join Evianna downstairs," he says cheerfully.
I walk down and see Evianna wearing a lace-sleeved black dress.
"Ok so I gave up on Spaghetti. We're going to a nice restaurant. Be prepared for the fucking reporters and Paparazzi."
Twiggy does our make-up. And grabs us all shoes.
The doorbell rings.
*Twiggy's POV*
We arrived at a very fancy itallian restraunt, the person at the counter asked for the name.
"Brian Warner," he states. The waiter smiles.
"Right this way. Your server's name is Christina. She'll be right with you," he says after walking us to a circular table in the back corner. Soon a short, skinny lady with blonde hair walked up to our table.
"My name is Christina, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get ya'll some drinks?" she asks. Brian looked at me and smiled.
"We'll have a Bloody Mary and a margarita. And the kids want?"
"Water," Evianna said quietly.
"Ah, sprite," Venice replied.
"Coke, please," Jordan politley said. The lady smiled and walked away.
"Now, what do you guys want to eat?" I asked.
*Marilyn's POV*
All of us but Jeordie and Jordan ordered Spaghetti, the damned thing I failed at cooking. The other two ordered Lasagna.
"So you're Jordan," I say putting my hands together.
"Yes sir," He says frantically.
Jeordie butts in,"Hey I'm sorry I yelled at you in vulgar language."
"I'm sorry I, um, you know," Jordan looks at the table.
"It's ok. Ven explained," we say in sync.
Her face flushes to a deep shade of red.
The waitress comes back shortly with our food.
We sat in silence as we ate.
"Dad, this is way better than what you tried to make," Evianna giggles.
"Shut up. I can sing not cook."
Me and Jeordie talk to Jordan.
"I guess I'm ok with you guys still seeing each other,"Jeordie replies cautiously.
"You guys aren't spending the night with each other though," I growl.
"Yes sir, thank you," he replies respectively.
*Evianna's POV*
Venice and I hung out in the basement after we got home. We played Minecraft and Rock Band. It was fun. Then I decided to go upstairs and go to sleep. But before I went to sleep my phone vibrated.
Unknown Number: Hey
E: Hi. Who is this?
Unknown Number: Its Jackson. I'm in your English class.
E: Oh... Sorry I'm homeschooled cause my sister got beat up....
Unknown Number: Sorry. I guess Chelsea gave me the wrong number. I shouldn't have trusted her anyway.
Are you related to Venice Warner?
E: Yeah. Actually.
J: Oh... Im sorry about that.
E: Yeah. My name is Evianna.
J: Really? My dad said he took you into custody. He's a police officer.
E: Oh. Thats cool
E: I got adopted. :3
J: Yeah. Thats good. Are you doing better you know, with the family issues and stuff? (my dad told me why you weren't taken back to your family)
E: A lot better. We went out to eat earlier with Venice's new boyfriend.
J: Thats awesome ^.^
E: Cute face =^w^=
J: Your's is a cat!
E: You like cats?
J: No. I like sleep. Lol.
E: I'm gonna go to sleep. Do you wanna meet at the park tomorrow?
J: Yeah! I live right beside it! Bye Evianna!
E: Bye Jackson. See you tomorrow :3
*Marilyn's POV*
"Ven come here for a moment," I say quietly.
She gives me a worried look.
"It's nothing bad," I reassure her.
"Ok," Her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Ok so Twiggy's birthday is in two days," I begain,"and I want us to do something special for him."
"Continue."
"I want you two to play with us during a concert. The one on his birthday."
"Really?" Her eyes sparkled.
"Yeah. Here's the setlist. Let Evianna know tomorrow. I'll get John 5 to keep him out of the house while we practice tomorrow. Gacy and Ginger Fish will be here to help also," I assured her.
"Thank you dad!" She cautiously wraps her arms around me.
"I love you sweetie."
"I love you too dad."
*Twiggy's POV*
My phone was ringing. Loudly.
I answer.
"Yo, Twiggs. Its J5. You wanna come chill tomorrow?"
"Ah, sure!" I say. John is super cool and we never get to hangout.
"Yes! Watcha wanna do man?"
"Hmm..."
"Lets just figure it out. C'mon over around eight. In the morning."
"Okay?"
"Just roll with it,"
******
*John 5's POV*
I wake up and hear my phone ringing. Brian.
"Hello," I say yawning.
"Hey man thanks for agreeing to take care of Twiggy for today. He just left," He says gratefully.
"No problem. I haven't seen him in ages," I say.
"I got to go. Ginger and Gacy are here. I'll talk to you later ok?"
"I'll be here," I say hanging up.
*M.W. Gacy's POV*
I knock on the door loudly.
A girl, with a few piercings and long black hair, opens the door.
"Oh my gosh!!! Hi Gacy!!!"
"Hey," I say avoiding confusion. I thought Brian gave up on girls 20 years younger than him awhile ago.
"Hey Gace," His voice booms.
"Um, Can we talk for a sec," I ushered him down the hall.
"Yeah?"
"And these are?" My voice showing all of my confusion.
"You're nieces, Venice," He points at the one who opened the door," And Evianna," pointing at the purple haired girl.
I let out a breath of relief.
*Ginger Fish's POV*
Marilyn helps me get my drum set out of the trunk of my pick-up truck, and carries it in.
"Gin this is Venice and Evianna," He says pointing at the two young girls with guitars.
"Hey Venice and Evianna," I say kindly.
"Hey Uncle Gin," they reply.
Well this was new. Since when did Marilyn have kids. Better yet since when have I been an Uncle?