His purple eyes followed her every movement as she worked her way on the turntables. Her beautiful blonde hair falling in her face. Her shimmering peridots she had instead of eyes. Her sweet, pink lips. How he wanted to kiss those lips, to tell her of all the love he held. His heart ached more. He sat down, up against the corner of the two walls. He started to write on the small pad he held. The dark lead making sweet letters of admiration. In his mind he compared himself and the DJ to Romeo and Juliet. He was a goth, she a party animal. Was there any chance? His heart fell, knowing he'd never get to envelop her in his arms. A voice made him jump to his feet and stick his pad of dreams in his back pocket.
"Gothie? What are you doing in the corner all alone?"
"Travis... leave me."
"Oh come on, not another one of those moods. It's party night! Live a little, man!"
"You sound like Chaz."
"Says the guy who's talking like he's going to drop dead." Goth Boy sighed.
"I'm going over to Odin. I'm going to see if he has my songs."
"Whatever. I'm going to enjoy life for a change." Goth Boy shot Travis a death glare, and the two best friends parted. Goth Boy made his way through the carefree crowd to the other side of the club and sat down on a couch next to Odin.
"You got my songs yet?"
"Oh yeah." The blonde rocker popped out a small jumpdrive and gave it to the goth. "Sorry it took so long. I'm never using Limewire again."
"At least you got them," Goth Boy said, fingering the jumpdrive. He slipped it into his pocket. "Hey, Odin."
"What, dude?"
"Do you think it's possible for two people from completely different worlds to fall in love?"
"Uhhhh.... I guess. How would I know?"
"You're helpful," He spat.
"God, I'm sorry. You know music is my only love. I'd marry my MP3 if I could."
"You know nothing of love," Goth Boy said darkly. Odin turned pale.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Urgh... nothing." The black-haired boy relaxed and fell against the backrest of the couch. Suddenly, the voice of an angel he so loved sounded out in the crowd.
"For this next song, I want Gothie to get up and show us his moves! Cum'on, Gothie! Get up!" Candy worked some controls and a spotlight shined directly on him. He trembled with embarrasment, until he saw her face smiling on him. In a trance, he reluctantly got up to his feet and made his way to the middle of the floor, their eyes locked. He allowed his eyes to seperate long enough to notice Travis standing behind her. He snickered and waved. Goth Boy growled back. "And accordin' ta Trav here, this is Gothie's favorite song!" She popped a small jumpdrive into the turntable, tapped some buttons, and soon the music started. As We Wept by Demon Hunter. Goth Boy was like a deer in headlights now. All eyes were on him, and before he could think, he did the only dance he knew how to do - at least at the moment. He spread his legs to keep balance and held his hands up high. He tighened them into rock-on signs, and as hard as he could, he threw his head up and down. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrasment for not having a better dance. However, he heard everyone in the club gather around him.
"Gothie! Gothie! Gothie!" They cheered. He still felt like a fool. He incorporated his pain into his headbanging, and soon he was throwing his head up and down harder. Soon he had to put his hands on his thighs to keep balance. He kept increasing the velocity until he finally heard the song end. When he stopped and looked up, the room shook. His was extremely dizzy. The crowd exploded into cheers, some of them apparently still trying to headbang along.
"LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BEST HEADBANGER THAT EVER LIVED!" Candy screamed with excitement. Odin, who had been in the front lines headbanging along, looked up furiously.
"THAT'S MY TITLE!" He yelled, but it was ignored.
Goth Boy's depth perception was gone. He stumbled around, worried he had headbanged too hard. He fell to his knees, sick to his stomach. People started noticing, and some of them screamed for help. Goth Boy collapsed, and soon all he could see was black.