"FUCK!"

The other girl in the dorm peeked her head out of the bathroom, only to see her roommate cursing as she held her thumb. Around her were scattered art supplies, though there were two objects that struck her attention. A pocketknife and a can of unopened oil paint, who's top looked like it had been hacked at.

"Tried to open the can with a knife? That was a fail from the beginning." The other girl laughed. The girl on the floor looked up from her thumb to glare at her.

"Shut up Rhonda, this fucking hurts! And I'm gonna have a hard time painting with a brush now!", she growled at her roommate, and at herself for being so stupid.

"Whatever Del. I'm going out to hang with some people, you coming?", Rhonda asked, walking across the room and grabbing her jacket. Del glanced at Rhonda with an expression of distaste. Her roommate was somewhat the exact opposite of her. She preferred staying inside and being a hermit, while Rhonda went out and mingled with people. Mingling consisted of meeting guys, smoking unknown substances, and dancing at shady clubs. Things that she didn't enjoy in particular.

Not that they didn't get along. They had both shared a dorm room for two years and they had only had one fight throughout. But their social habits were polar opposites.

"Um. . . nah, I think I'll stay in tonight, I kinda need to get this thing done." She waved a hand at the blank canvas in front of her. Rhonda shrugged, used to Del's antisocial life, and returned to the bathroom.

Del got up and searched around for a band aid, which turned out to be a fruitless search because she found none. And her thumb was flowing like a friggin' river, the cut looked like it went to the bone.

"Dammit! Rhonda are there any band aids in the bathroom?", she shouted. Rhonda replied, "Nope, I guess you're gonna die from blood loss."

Del growled again, she was going to have to go out after all and get to a 24/7, hopefully they kept band aids in stock. Her painting was going to wait until she came back, there was no way she could paint with an open cut on her hand.

"Could you drop me off at a 24/7 on your way to wherever in shit's name you're going?", she requested loudly in irritation.

"Sure, there's one around the club we're going to, you might have to walk a couple miles to get back here though. . .", came the reply. Aggravation rolled off of Del in waves. Going out and having to walk back to her dorm just because of a cut was nonsense, but she gritted her teeth.

"Fine, just drop me off and I'll walk." She stood up and brushed herself off with one hand. She was still in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, having stayed in bed since the morning. She sighed, if she was going out into the world she needed to look somewhat presentable.

Digging around she found a pair of black skinny jeans and a hoodie with the phrase, 'Life Sucks, So Smile!" on it. She nearly always wore black, but not because she was goth. The gothic community could fuck itself if they thought she was a part of it. No, she wore black because it suited her looks and because she preferred it. She wasn't hopelessly depressed or a worshiper of death, she just liked the color.

Rhonda was already ready, wearing red tights under a purple skirt and a black tank top with her lime green jacket over it. Her feet were decorated with silver Dike's high-tops.

Del shook her head in disgust. Rhonda had the body to pull off any clothing she wanted to: tall stature, perfectly shaped legs, a nice ass, and she was well endowed in the chest area. Along with her olive skin, chestnut colored eyes, and purple hair, which came to shoulders, she looked perfect. She also had a small nose with a heart-shaped face. It was sickening how cute she must look to the other sex.

Del, on the other hand, looked odd.

She was skinny, having nothing in the ass or chest region. She had relatively nice skin, no blemishes, but the color of it was alabaster white, making her look like she was a freakin' ghost. In the cranial department she sported short red hair with the bangs coming to her chin and the back spiking out in different directions. Her hazel-green eyes were nice she supposed, they were the only feature she actually liked. Other than that, she had prominent cheekbones and a long nose which was upturned at the end.

She was unusual looking while Rhonda looked like a college goddess. Rhonda tapped her foot anxiously while Del pulled on a pair of leather boots.

"Alright, just so you know, I have few people from here riding with us, 'kay?", Rhonda asked as they made their way out to her car. Del shrugged, she could care less, she just wanted to get to the store and back as fast as possible. They both attended a community college. Rhonda was there for a degree in communications so she could go into journalism, while Del was there for a degree in liberal arts, wanting to go on in life as a graphic artist. Both were on their third year, and had tuned themselves to college life.

So it really wasn't a surprise to find that Rhonda's car had been 'broken' into and the culprits were still in the car. They were part of Rhonda's crew, a boy and girl, who were probably dating. Del didn't know, she just recognized them from walking around campus and seeing Rhonda talking to them.

"Hey guys, this is my roommate Del, she's coming along for the ride so she can get something from the 24/7", Rhonda told them. They nodded and greeted Del. Apparently their names were Dan and Jeanna, not that Del found such knowledge interesting, she probably wouldn't see them again after tonight. Still she introduced herself nonetheless.

Her real name was Delilah, but after listening to the Dark Washed T's song, she nearly went on a massacre every time someone sang it to her. So now she was Del, shortened and improved. And she shook their hands politely.

She jumped in the back of the gray convertible. How Rhonda had the money to buy the expensive car was beyond her.

They drove past the neat and tidy college campus and into the dirty city that surround it. The streets looked like they had been paved 100 years ago, the cracks and pot-holes looking like the plain of a teenager's face with really bad acne. Plus the trash that spill out from the alleys between the shady shops lining the streets made the air smell like a sewage tank. Despite the stench the night air was pleasantly warm, due to the season being summer, and it kissed Del's skin with a sweet caress.

Shooting past the stores, the neon sign of the club, 'Snuggiliez', quickly approached them. And right across the street was a 24/7. 'Thank marshmallows.', thought Del. She had brought a bunch of napkins with her, which were wrapped around her thumb and quickly becoming soaked.

They parked on the club's side and Rhonda and her friends said their farewells and went into the bowels of the club. The vicinity of said club looked anything but 'snugly'. A giant teddy bear, now that was snugly This place looked like it was infested with cockroaches, people with drugged out eyes were swarming around like the building was their nest.

Del bit back a shout for Rhonda to come back out She was a grown woman and could take care of herself, though Del shot a doubtful look to the club. If her friend wasn't back in the morning, Del was going to send a few cop cars to the place.

Back to her problem, literally at hand, she wrapped the napkins tightly around her small appendage and walked across the street to the convenience store. It was just as dirty as the rest on the street, but at least it should have band aids. Walking through the doors, she went up to the person at the counter and asked for the aisle that had band aids.

It was a teenager manning the station, and he looked at her with bored eyes. "Um. . . I believe they are in aisle three, but don't cutters like you want to bleed?", he chuckled at his own stupid joke. Del glared at him, but bit back a retort. She was used to jokes aimed at her, and was skilled at keeping her temper in check. Ignoring his comment, she made her way to third aisle and looked around.

On the bottom shelf was her sought item. Success! She quickly grabbed a box of Death Kitty band aids and started running to the counter to pay for them. Then she could bandage her wound, walk home, and enjoy the rest of the night by painting.

However before she could make it to the counter she crashed into someone with a red Brain Freezy, sending both him and her to the ground with the icy drink splashing onto both of them.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Can you guess who she crashes into, it's not really a SAT question. This is my first time writing a JTHM fanfiction, so please correct me if I make any mistakes. I beg for reviews so I can make the story better, and encouragement makes me smile. A creepy smile, but a smile nonetheless!