Emo Tom is Emo
"Hey that guy keeps looking at me..." Andrea thought to herself, all alone by herself in the crowd at the Zon, nearby were those two girls, Daria and Jane, who no doubt were making fun of her behind her back.
Then while she was thinking of ways to escape before those two girls cut her up like they did everyone else, his shoes emerged in her line of vision, since she was staring at the ground, trying to pretend that there was no one around her.
He was wearing mismatched converse kicks, one purple, one black, he wore super tight black jeans, a black belt with silver studs and a skull belt buckle, he wore a black My Chemical Romance t-shirt, black nail polish on his nails, black eyeliner on his face, his beautiful sea green eyes seemed to be filled with pain...
"Hey." he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
"Hey." Andrea said back as she felt herself sink into those sad, beautiful, sea green eyes.
He introduced himself as Tom, and she told him her name.
"What do you think of the band?" she asked him to make conversation, something she wasn't normally very good at.
Tom sighed, "They're terrible, but at least they understand the pain."
"The pain?" Andrea asked with a confused look on her face.
"The pain," Tom repeated like a sacred mantra, "The pain of being oppressed, of not being allowed to love, to live..."
The last was said with a warble and he began to cry, "Why... Why doesn't anybody understand my pain! The pain!"
He then began to shake his fist in the air, the long sleeves of his shirt came down, revealing a lot of brutal scars and cuts on his arm.
Andrea froze, not used to emotional outbursts, so she pulled him into an awkward hug and went, "There, there..."
In very flat, dead, robotic tones.
Tom sobbed into her dress while moaning into her left breast about not being understood or loved by anyone.
It was the most pathetic thing she had ever endured in her life.
But at the same time she was finding herself more turned on than she ever had been before, not even that tryst with Tommy Sherman in the supply closet before his death matched how much this was making her blood boil.
Or to put it in the crude terms that Upchuck would say, Tom was giving her a girl boner.
Tom then looked up at her, his makeup smeared on his face and he sniffled, "You understand... Don't you?"
"Sure." Andrea said flatly before pulling him around and strong-arming him out of the club, determined to see if she could make this Emo Boy happy.
Or at the very least make herself happy by riding him like a sad, depressed, and clearly entitled stallion that cuts himself and cries for no reason.
Meanwhile Daria and Jane 'enjoyed' the music of Mystik Spiral until their set ended, Trent came up and asked if they could go out for some burgers, Daria was unable to speak to him, so Jane said yes for them.