AN: This is My Immortal, just hipsterified. Continuing the tradition of Tara Gilesbie, the title is a song, this time by Joy Division.
But if you didn't know that already, you should probably get the fuck out or something ;)
I'm throwing Fun. in there as her favorite "hipster" band even though Fun. is totally mainstream, in the same way that Tara apparently thinks that MCR is goth. Vampire Weekend was just too funny to not use. So, yeah.
I'm unpunctuating all the dialogue to emphasize what cool-headed hipsters they all are, much like Tara capitalized everything. It's style, not a grammatical error. Get it.
Chapter 1.
Hey or whatever. My name is Aquamarine Sarah Spiritwolf Shindell Mann and I have long sepia brown hair in braids and feathers that reaches my mid-back and seacoast blue eyes. You know, a lot of people tell me I look like Tori Amos (AN: seriously, people, get with it.). I'm not related to Aimee Mann, but I wish I was because she's massively hot. Yeah, I'm bi. Get it. I'm part Cherokee but I'm totally New York pale so you can't really tell. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen).
I'm a hipster (in case you couldn't tell), so I wear mostly clothes from thrift stores and brands you've never heard of. For example, today I was wearing a hand-me-down tank top and a vintage maxidress, retro Vans and a handmade hemp blazer. I had just bought a lot of cool old-fashioned owl pins on Etsy, so of course I had to show them off on every inch of my body. I was walking outside Hogwarts. A lot of posers were staring at me. I glared condescendingly at their sheep-like fashion sense.
"Hey, Aquamarine." called a voice. I looked up. It was Draco Malfoy, this total babe from Slytherin. I'd seen him before at a few concerts. He was kinda indie, in a really mainstream way.
"What's up, Draco." I asked.
"Nothing." he said boredly.
But then I heard some poser mention Don Bronco in conversation and I had to go teach her a lesson.
Chapter 2.
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again, which made it the second day in a row. The weather is so played out sometimes.
I sat up in bed and drank some organic kale juice to get me going. What, you want me to describe my bed? It's a repurposed shipping palate, and the sheets are made of cruelty-free wool and recycled elephant feces. I got out of bed and took off the oversized Motion City Soundtrack t-shirt I use for pajamas. Instead, I put on my grandmother's vintage flapper dress, a dreamcatcher necklace, and hemp gladiator sandals on. I put on four barbells in my pierced eyebrows and nose, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
My friend, Willowtree, woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on a Walk The Moon t-shirt with a miniskirt made of recycled water bottles and purchased-before-they-were-cool Toms. We put on our makeup (a very very miniscule amount of blush, caring about your appearance is so old.)
"Dude, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday." she remarked, sounding bored.
"Uh huh." I said, disinterested.
"Do you like Draco." she asked as we left the Ravenclaw common room and into the Great Hall.
"Yeah, whatever." I drawled.
"Okay." she droned. Just then, Draco walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hey." I replied.
"Guess what." he said.
"What." I asked.
"Well, Fun. are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.
"Yeah, I know." I love Fun. They're one of the bands that interest me the most, along with Vampire Weekend and OK Go and Lower Than Atlantis and Wilco and Hey Marseilles and the Postal Service and The Autumn Defense and Aimee Mann and The Temper Trap and Young the Giant and Arkells and Born Cages and Princeton.
"So do you want to go with me." he asked.
I shrugged.
Chapter 3.
On the night of the concert I put on my vintage-wash Vans. For pants, I wore Indian printed leggings. Then I put on a white lace dress and a men's cardigan sweater, because all the women's clothes I have are way too mainstream. I put on a bajillion friendship bracelets that I made myself. I shook my hair all over the place to make myself look less poserish. I felt a little depressed then at just the thought of mainstream culture, so blogged about it on tumblr. I read an offbeat self-published book while I waited for it to get notes and I listened to some City & Colour. I was feeling better, so I put on some natural cruelty-free mascara. Then I drank some homemade vegan cabbage juice so I was ready to go to the concert, yet maintain my waifish figure at the same time.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying eco-friendly hybrid car. He was wearing a Decemberists t-shirt (they would play at the show too), skinny jeans, and oxfords.
"Hi Draco." I said in a bored voice.
"Hi Aquamarine." he said back. We walked into his flying blue car and flew to the place with the concert. On the way, we listened to my custom mix of Fun. and Kishi Bashi. He smoked a joint, and I didn't because I'm straightedge. Get it. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the pit at the front of the stage and swayed back and forth as we listened to Fun.
"If you're lost and alone,
And you're sinking like a stone,
Carry ooooonnnn." sang Nate Ruess.
"Nate is super hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sang, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we nodded our heads to the music. Then I caught on.
"I mean, you're cool too, I guess. And way less mainstream than Nate. They're playing Fun. on the radio constantly these days, it's borderline uncool." I said.
"Oh. Really." asked Draco disinterestedly, and he bumped his shoulder into me as we swayed.
"Really." I said. "Besides, I don't even know Nate Ruess. And I know way too many posers that are into him." I said disgustedly, thinking their ugly little infinity tattoos and flannels.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some Pabst and asked Nate Ruess for his autograph and took ironic photos with him. We got Fun. concert tees to prove to all the posers just how indie we are. Draco and I crawled back into the flying hybrid car, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into... the Forbidden Forest.
Chapter 4.
"Draco." I mumbled. "What are you doing."
Draco didn't answer, but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I climbed out of it too, curiously.
"What's going on." I asked flatly.
"Aquamarine." he asked.
"What." I droned.
Draco leaned in extra-close, and I looked into his eyes which revealed that he was wearing really lame contact lenses, which was dumb because he totally had a face for ironic horn-rimmed glasses, and then suddenly I didn't feel weird anymore.
And then…suddenly Draco took my hand and led me into the woods. He handed me a sketchbook and we began to draw the trees around us passionately. I took so many photos and posted them on instagram, and I even collected a few leaves for my ironic scrapbook. Then we sat in the middle of the forest and liked each others' Pinterest boards.
"Oh. Oh. Oh! " I exclaimed, excited by his impeccable taste in Bohemian curtains. I was beginning to sound interested, almost. We then started to run barefoot through the woods and quiz each other on all the types of trees we saw. And then….
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"
It was Dumbledore, and he didn't seem too interested in vintage decor or nature walks. He took us back to the castle.
