A/N: Okay so I guess this is a crack-pairing - considering I've seen nothing on Curly Goth/Kindergoth as a pairing (possibly because of their age & height differences, lol!) - but I quite enjoy these two together... I think they're cute together! This story was gonna be a long stand-alone, but I decided to cut it up into 3-parts. Enjoy!

Curly Goth (Ethan) - 19 or 20
Henrietta - 19
Red Goth (Dylan) - 17 or 18
Georgie (Kindergoth) - 15 or 16

Georgie faltered in his steps, and leaned heavily against the side of the high school building. His eyes blinked with unshed tears and his mouth gaped open as he observed his friend - yes he admitted to the idea of any of the other Goths being his friends - sucking face with his long-time crush.

Dylan moaned against Ethan's mouth, and he clutched the black over-coat tightly. Ethan pressed his body even tighter against Dylan's, and his fingers dug greedily into the folds of flesh.

"You missed me?" Ethan asked in a breathy groan.

"Obviously."

Georgie felt his tiny hands shake with the unfairness of this. He had thought that since he was now in high school, maybe Ethan would look at him differently. Maybe, find him as attractive as Dylan was - and Dylan wasn't that attractive! He hushed his mind internally and bit his lip as he stared at the two; his heart literally throbbing painfully. It was merely a blur for the younger Goth, but he could see the confused and bewildered look on their faces when he stormed up to them, and pushed them aside roughly.

"Fucking faggots!" He cursed bitterly. The two broke their somewhat gentle kiss, and stared incuriously at the young teen. "Especially you, Dylan!" Dylan tilted his head.

"You're just a faggy conformist whore, who longs for companionship but secretly knows that he has to bring others to their knees just so he can receive some sort of sick pleasure. And you," Georgie turned away from Dylan and pointed at Ethan - the boy he had always adored, always admired, always secretly pinned over. "Is this what they teach you at college? To suck face like a proper whore?"

Ethan's eyes narrowed a bit, and he stepped away from Dylan towards Georgie who glared irritably back at him. A higher yet softer voice broke through the stare-off, and Georgie seemed to blink into better consciousness.

"Georgie! Dylan! Ethan!" A busty yet attractive woman appeared next to the young Goth. Her arms wrapped around his little frame; hugging him as he peered at the ground.

"Henrietta," Ethan said. The woman smiled up at her friends. Georgie, however, struggled out of her grip. He backed away from his friends, and muttered distantly, "I've fucked up. Il ne pourra jamais m'aimer maintenant!"

Henrietta blinked as Georgie screamed the last words in French - a language the both of them had taught each other since first becoming friends. Back when Georgie seemed to realize that Henrietta was always there, and would never betray his trust so willingly.

Georgie paled a bit before turning and fleeing away from the others. Ethan stared at the retreating teen as Dylan passed a lit up cigarette to Henrietta who seemed lost in troubled thoughts.

"What's gotten into, Georgie?" Dylan asked; taking a long drag as Ethan lit up his own fag. Henrietta bit her lip as she sucked the smoke greedily. "He's never been like that before," The teenager stated.

"What happened?" Henrietta asked.

"He shoved me, and then called both me and Ethan fucking faggots, and whores!" Dylan sucked his cigarette a bit before leaning his head back a bit. "I didn't know Georgie was a homophobic. I thought he was use to see me and Ethan occasionally making out..."

"Oh God," Henrietta whispered out loud.

"What?" Dylan asked genuinely curious. Ethan cocked his head a bit, showing interest as well. Henrietta shook her head though. "No," She mumbled. "I promised him I wouldn't tell."

Ethan moved closer to the woman. "Tell us, Henrietta," He demanded in his stoic tone of a voice.

Henrietta lowered her head a bit before raising it to meet Ethan's. Cautiously she whispered out loud, "See, Georgie has this infatuation about you, Ethan," The taller Goth seemed confused by her answer and Henrietta rolled her eyes. "He's head over heels in love with you, Ethan. Half his poems are about you! He wants you to see him, maybe even love him. But all he sees is you and Dylan pressed so tightly together; lips locked."

"Ah, no offense, Dylan," She mumbled to the red Goth. Dylan shook his head to show he understood, and was feeling teensy bit guilty. He glanced up at Ethan, whose years of masking his emotion gave nothing away.

"Why would he be in love with me?" Ethan asked gently.

"I don't know, Ethan," Henrietta replied. "But I do know that he might try and do something foolish, and he'll need someone to reassure him." She gave him a knowing half-smirk. Ethan turned to look at Dylan who gave him a confused face before throwing his used cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.

Without offering a pitiful goodbye, Ethan left the other two and headed towards the little Goth's house...

Il ne pourra jamais m'aimer maintenant! - He'll never love me now!

Comments are greatly appreciated!