Tweek fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Nervous; but anxious all at the same time.

They looked so out of place. Standing there; in the back of the school as their fellow classmates passed to get to their buses. But he was sure he looked out of place to. Horribly out of place. It wasn't every day someone stood in front of the goth kids, not making fun and not expecting trouble.

The blond was not here for that. A reason completely different. He didn't want to make fun, he didn't want mindless chatter.

He wanted in.

It was odd. It was unexpected. But he noticed how these kids... seemed to always have each others backs. They weren't a bad influence. As many would say. They were a family; they took care of each other. The blond haired boy needed to feel as if he were needed, wanted, and accepted somewhere.

No one took kindly to a jittery freak. So it was simple. He wanted to hang out with these kids. Give them a try.

The goth kids didn't just take anyone in though. There were requirements.

You were required to dress a certain way. Required to do certain things.

But Tweek was ready to fill these requirements.

He took a deep breath; confidence rising.

"May I -ACK!- hang out with you guys?"

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Henrietta was shocked at the question; completely blown away. She eyes snapped up from her journal, up to the boy who had disrupted her.

Her dark brown eyes met his golden brown ones. Looking for any sign of humor. She didn't like stupid jokes. But she found nothing.

Finally deciding that he wasn't trying to screw them over; her eyes left his. She scanned him over, taking in every little detail of what he looked like.

Bright blond hair, messy and uncombed, an incorrectly buttoned shirt, baggy pants, and large, soft golden brown eyes.

Definitely not goth material.

His face was too soft, portraying his innocence and showing his emotions; while his hair was too bright.

She sighed and looked over to her other companions. Dove, the tallest of the group wasn't paying attention. He had his ipod on. Listening to 'The Cure'. The other male in there group, Axel, who had one red streak of hair in his bangs was at detention. The youngest of the group, X was still at school. Being that the middle school got out later than the highschool. Then there was Crimson. She was the only other girl in the group, her nickname coming from her blood colored hair. She had her knees pushed to her chest. She was listening; but she didn't talk to anyone outside of their group.

Sally Tuner was Crimson's real name. But at one point she was known as Powder. A sweet girl that used to wear bright clothes, sparkley makeup and hung out with the other girls at school. No one knows what made Sally join the goths. It was an unsolved mystery.

But if they could turn Sally into a goth... they could surely transform this kid into one.

Henrietta stomped her cigarette out with the heal of her platform boots.

"Sure"

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First Chapter!

Well wowie people~ I haven't attempted to write a nice, detailed multi chapter since the 7th grade. O.O

There is that other one I'm writing now... but its not really all that detailed.

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Okay. So I know this was short and poorly written. I'll try to make them longer and better in the future okay? It was only the intro.

And yes. Sally Turner (Powder) does play a very important role in this fanifiction. A lot of the secondary characters do. I'm not going to name who though.

Enjoy!

And review. I'll love you forever if you do.