(Quick start bio Before the actual chapter)

Hey, I'm Suzanne. Of the people who occasionally talk to me, they call me Suzy, but I like to think its spelled 'Siouxie' kind of like Siouxsie and the Banshees, but not. So, call me whatever.

My hair is jet black, and have really pale skin. I am pretty tiny for my age; I'm 5' 1" and around 110 pounds. I personally think I am too small, but oh well. Random fact: I always keep my nails on my left hand short, and the nails on my right hand long- it's just a thing I've been doing since I first learned guitar around age thirteen.

But anywhore, I will go on with more textbook facts about me. I am 19 and am a Senior. I do smoke, kind of a lot, but I always go outside and not around people usually. My birthday is on November 2 and I hate spiders. *Shiver*
My favorite bands are Asking Alexandria, Depeche Mode, Siouxie and the Banshees, and HIM. HIM is my most favorite though. And Ville, damn. He's a fine mother fucker.

So, yep. That's it for now. You'll probably figure out more about me in the near future.

(Start of actual chapter)

I walked home from school and lit up a cigarette I started this morning. I don't usually smoke the rest until night time, but school really sucked today. Thank god it's Friday. Someone actually talked to me today. Not in a good way; In a "You're so stupid, why don't you go die," way. Yep someone said that to me. Doesn't usually happen, but today it did. I pulled my ear buds out of my shirt so they could reach my ear and I put them both in. I turned to my Dark Light album (by HIM) and played it on shuffle. I only got about 6 songs in before I got home.

I don't live with my mom anymore, I moved out because she kept bitching about me smoking. I've only had one a day for nearly a year. I might end up having another HALF tonight, but that's only because I had a shitty-ass day. So now I live in an apartment. It's small. Really small. It has one bedroom and one bathroom and two small closets; It's kitchen and living room are combined together so there is a small kitchen and the tile linoleum cuts of to a cheap carpet. The kitchen has a breakfast-bar type thing to eat at, though. So ya, small. It's like a bit bigger than my old room. It was pretty big, but yea...

I pulled my keys out and put it in the lock and turned it quickly. I put my cigarette out all the way and held it until I got to my kitchen and could throw the butt away. I was super tired. I went into my room and sat on my bed. I reached next to me on the other side of my double bed to get my book. I read and read and read. I eventually finished (I read pretty fast and I love to do it) and decided to go take a walk and have a smoke.

I didn't need to change; Black skinnies and a black tank with a black beanie and zip-up was fine. I grabbed my cigarette holder and lighter from my book bag and walked outside. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it as I walked to the park near my apartment. Its 9 pm so no one is probably there. I put in my ear buds again which are still playing music. People are People by Depeche Mode came on. I hummed along with it. Good song.

I was almost there and was walking by a tree when I noticed I had a shadow cast by a set of headlights. I turned around to see a car racing forward in my direction. I ran out of the way and the car crashed into a tree. I got up quickly to see a man with long-ish dark hair and a beanie out of his car walking to me.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. This is why I hate cars. My brakes weren't working and so I turned down here thinking that no one would be down here since it was a dead end and that I would just hit a tree or a fence or something, which I did do, but nearly killed you in the process. Are you ok?"uck? What the fuck. Wow."

I would know that voice anywhere. Oh my god. Am I dead? Holy...

"Holy Fuck. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm trying not to fangirl right now. I'll live, thanks. You're Ville Valo. Oh my god. How the f

"Don't apologize, are you sure you're ok? I am so sorry, again." He glanced back at the car. I stood up and brushed off. "Do you have somewhere I can crash?"

I had a huge smile on my face. "Yea. You'll have to sleep on a pull-out bed, though I live a couple of minutes away from here, walking. Hold on. I just need to grab my cigarette, I dropped it when I landed in that pile of snow." He nodded and I went to grab my cigarette. I lit it again. He went to the back of the car and pulled out a bag that I guessed was full of his stuff. "Follow me. I can sit at the park and smoke another night."

"You look very young to be smoking," he said, smiling.

"I'm 19, so it's legal. I know its bad for me, but this is the first day in nearly a year that I've had more than one. This is the beginning of my second, but only because I had a shit day at school."

"Whatever you say." He smiled.

In what seemed like a moment we were at the door to my apartment. "Welcome to the smallest apartment you will ever see for as long as you live," I said putting out my cigarette. I put the key in the lock and turned it. He chuckled. "Don't laugh! It's true." I opened the door and was so happy I don't make much of a mess. I gave him a tour of my apartment. We got to the bathroom last and he chuckled at the mess of shit on one side of the counter. It was covered in eyeliner of all kinds, black, white, and grey individual eye shadow thingies, a shit-ton of mascara, my brush, my teasing comb, my hairspray, an assortment of black, white, gray, and lacy bows, my hairdryer, my flat Iron, my curling iron (that I rarely use), and finally, my toothbrush and toothpaste. You can tell most of my stuff is black, white, and grey, can't you?

"How much money do you spend on make-up?" He said laughing.

"Not as much as it seems. I just buy the cheap stuff you can get at the drugstore. And I don't use foundation or concealer, so that saves me some money, at least."

He just laughed. I brought him back into the living room and started to pullout the mattress inside the sofa. He helped me pull it out because it's pretty heavy. I went to one of the closets I keep my sheets and stuff in and opened it to reveal a shit load of black and white sheets.

"Do you want to pick out your sheets?" I asked making a dramatic presenting movement.

He laughed and walked over. "Ummmm... These ones." He picked out one of the plain black ones and a matching black comforter. "You own so much color," He said sarcastically He started to make the bed and I helped.

I laughed. "Are you hungry? I can make something. I just went shopping yesterday, so I have a lot of fucking food.

He put his hand on his stomach. "That would be great. I haven't gotten a chance to eat yet."

x"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Anything, really, as long as it doesn't have meat."

"I know. Er- [I sound like such a creeper!] I'm vegan, so I don't have any. Ummm, I can whip up a salad, I can cook some veggie burgers or vegan chicken patty things-"

"Do you have microwave pizza?," He said cutting me off.

"Um, ya." I looked at the clock. 9:30. "Do you want me to make two so there is some cold pizza in the morning?"

"Sounds good," He said on his knees looking over the back of my sofa. "You need help?"

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"You don't need to be so polite, you know," he said laughing. God, I loved his laugh. "Oh yea, In all the excitement, I never asked your name."

I giggled. "Oh, I'm Suzanne. Of the few people who talk to me, though they only usually ask for the homework for Math or English, they often call me Siouxie. I know they don't mean for it to be spelled the way I like to think it's spelled- like Siouxsie Sioux -I pretend it is anyway.

"So you listen to some classics?" He asked me curiously.

"Ya. Depeche Mode is my favorite band besides you. Enjoy the Silence is good, People are People is one of my favorites, Oh, and Personal Jesus. That's great, too. I like David Bowie. He's amazing. Unfortunately I'm not a huge fan of Elvis. It's not bad, but I don't go out of my way to get his records and stuff like I do for yours."

"No Elvis? What?" he said looking sarcastically upset.

"I never said he was bad," I said taking out the first pizza and putting in the second.

"Whatever you say. It's great that you listen to some of the classics, though."

I smiled and looked at him walking into the kitchen. He reached for a piece of pizza and I smacked his had away.

"What was that for? Its done," He said shaking his hand as if it actually hurt.

"You'll burn yourself. I don't own a microwave, so it was made in an oven. Meaning that you will burn you tongue off if you eat it now."

"How long?"

"Five minutes." He looked at me with his beautiful eyes. "Four minutes. Take it or leave it," I bargained.

"I'll take it," he said stealing a slice of the pizza and running to sit on a stool at the breakfast bar. He took a huge bite and then dropped both the slice of pizza and the bite in his mouth onto the counter. "HOT!"

"No shit, Sherlock. Told you." I took the slice of pizza on the counter and put it on a paper plate. I turned around, about to take it back to him, and he had the bit he spit out in his fingers. He blew on it and put it back in his mouth. "Gross," I said as I set the plate down.

"What?" he said with a mouthful of pizza.

I rolled my eyes. I heard the oven's timer go off and I took out the other pizza. I covered it with plastic wrap and put it in the fridge.

I went over to the pizza on the stove top and felt the crust. Perfect temperature. I took out another paper plate and put a slice of pizza on it. I grabbed some napkins as well. Ville was almost done, so I grabbed another piece and threw it on his plate before taking a seat next to him.

"So earlier you said that no one really talks to you," he said swallowing a bite of pizza and wiping his fingers off on the napkin I gave him. "Why?"

"Because reality kicked me in the face early. I was the one in school putting everyone down because I let them in on a little secret that the Disney princesses weren't real, and no prince charming in going to fall down on your doorstep. And when you come to school looking like Siouxsie Sioux, people usually ignore you."

"Well, that is their problem, because I honestly think that you're pretty cool. You really should quit smoking, though." He said smiling.

"Says the one who was chain-smoking until three years ago," I said laughing.

"But the point is, I quit," He said with a mouthful of pizza.

"Thanks, though. No one ever says anything nice to me. It's all "What was the math homework?" or "Quit dressing like a fag, whore." The latter of which I usually respond to with flipping them off and turning my music up a little louder."

He smiled. "Well, it's a shame you don't have friends. Just don't start drinking. I'm assuming that you don't already because you're underage. It can really fuck you up."

I gave him two thumbs up. "Ok. I will be the best non-drinker because I learned from the worst," I said laughing.

He laughed.

I put the last piece of my pizza in my mouth and Ville had already been done for a few minutes. I glanced at the clock. 10:30. I took my plate and Ville's and put it in the trash. It was getting really full. "Hey, I'm going to take out the trash. I'll be back in a sec."

"Ok." he said.

~Skipping taking out the trash AT NIGHT!~

I opened the door and Ville was in what I guessed he planned on sleeping in and was scrolling through stuff to watch on the television. He had on crappy black pants and no shirt. Damn, that man was fine. I don't even give two fucks that he was, what? 16 years older than me? I would fuck him any day. I put a new garbage bag in the trash can.

"Thanks for making food," he said turning the tv off.

"No problem, though I can hardly call it 'making food'," I said smiling. "I'm going to go take off my make-up and put on my pajamas."

He nodded as I walked into my bathroom and then to my bedroom. I picked out my favorite pajamas. They were a pair of black sweats, a black tank with a shelf bra in it, and a baggy t-shirt that slid down on one shoulder to reveal the strap for my tank. It's not just comfy, but its cute, too. What? It's not like you wouldn't do the same thing. I walked out and Ville was at the fridge opening a coke. There were two other empty cans on the counter behind him.

"Sorry, I was thirsty," He said after taking a sip.

"It's fine. I live off the stuff so I can't blame you," I said walking over and grabbing my own. I chugged a can and looked at the clock. 11:45. "Holy shit, it got late fast. I should get to bed. I don't have anything to do tomorrow, but I always end up waking up at 7:45 every morning. I can't help it. You can stay up and watch the television if you want. I don't mind. Goodnight," I said smiling.

"I will probably get to bed, too. I'm tired. Goodnight" He said, giving me a smile back.

I walked shut all the lights, minus the lamp on the end table next to the sofa, and went to my room. I pulled out my phone really quick and opened my Tumblr. This was the only place people really liked me. "Best. Night. Ever." was all I posted after hours of no posts, answered asks, reblogs, or anything.

I turned on my HIM playlist and put in my ear buds. I was soon falling asleep to Heartache Every Moment.