Pete was on his way to meeting up with his goth friends when a very cheery blonde caught his attention.

"Hey, you're Pete right?"

He stopped walking to frown at her. "Yeah…"

"You're friends with Michael right?"

"Sure." He nodded confused as to who she was.

"Wow, I'm making this awkward." She laughed. "Do you remember me?"

"From what?"

"Remember a certain dance group that served some Orange County kids?" she asked. "Your friend Michael was on that group along with-" she points to herself "-this girl."

"Okay?"

"You don't remember that?"

He sighs. "I didn't really like elementary school."

"But you remember the dance group put together by Stan Marsh?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome and you're still friends with Michael?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I guess."

"Okie Dokie." She gave an award laugh. "Dude, I'm about to sound like a total romcom."

"Oh?"

"Well, I've been wondering why he hasn't ever stopped by to say hi or anything?"

"Uh… what's your name?"

"Mercedes," she said like he should have known that already. "Can you say hi to Michael for me and give him this-" without warning she hugged him. "Woah, you really smell like smoke up close."

He awkwardly patted her back and waited for the hug to end. "Uh…"

"Has he ever talked about me or anything?" Mercedes asked after the hug. "Woah, totally sounding like a romcom again. Anywho, it sorta makes me feel sad that he's never said hi or anything. He never really talked to expect for during the whole dance thing and that really wasn't much. The conversations were like 'hey you stepped on my foot' and 'you're in my way again'. He remembers who I am, right? I mean it would be insane if he didn't. And I'm rambling again. But, he does remember me, right?"

Pete shrugged again. "I have no idea."

"I guess he doesn't talk about me then. Probably, because I ramble too much." She gave another awkward laugh. "Well, when you see him can you give him my hug and can you ask him to visit me at work?"

"You still work at Raisins?"

She laughed. "No silly I'm far too big for that. I work at Hooters now." She tugged on the bottom of her shirt to make the restaurant's name more readable. "See?" She let go of her shirt.

"Yeah… you are far too big for that," he stated staring at her boobs. "I guess we could stop by to say hi or something." He returned his gaze to her face.

"Yay! I want to tell him that I have literally every song your band has made ever on my phone. Michael has such a pretty voice, ya know? Hey, wait aren't you in the band too? Yeah, you totally are. You play like guitar or something."

"Bass."

"Right! Same thing!"

"No-"

Mercedes cut him off. "That is so cool! You should totally tell Michael to stop by sometime to visit me."

He sighed. "I'll see if the group wants to go eat at Hooters. But, I'm not making any promises."

"Awesome! Well, I better get back to work. If you guys come by later ask for me." She began walking back inside the restaurant. "Okay? Okay? Bye!"

Pete awkwardly waved bye to her. "Yeah… bye."

Michael looked at the text message he just received. "Yeah, she's not coming."

Firkel pulled his cigarette out of his mouth. "Okay, so it's just us?"

"Yeah, she said that her family is making her go to some stupid reunion thing. She also put a lot of frowny faces in the message." He stood up from the steps. "I guess we're all going to Benny's without her."

Pete sighed and stood up. "Does it have to be Benny's?"

"We could go to the Village Inn," Michael suggested.

"I'm sort of getting tired of the same messed up places."

The youngest stood up from his usual spot on the ground. "The whole world is messed up."

"Want to go to a different messed up place?"

"Do you think it'll bother Henrietta if we tried something different without her?" the tall goth asked. "I don't want her to feel left out or anything."

"Since when do we do anything different?" Firkel added.

Pete shrugged. "I don't think she would care. And if you think she'll will we could just not tell her about our sudden burst of spontaneous."

"So, we're keeping secrets now?"

"Its not like she's going to ask if we went to the Village Inn or Benny's or whatever," the redhead told the taller boy. "If she asks where we went then we can just tell her the truth. That's not keeping secrets. Plus why would she care?"

The youngest of the goths took a drag from his cigarette. "That would make her a conformist."

"I guess you're right," Michael said sighing. "Where do you want to go?"

Pete looked at Firkel before answering. "Uh… Hooters."

"Hooters? Huh?"

"Hooters?" the curly haired goth asked in disbelief repeating the youngest. "Why would you think that we'd want to go there?"

"We're all dudes." The redhead with pimples shrugged. "Also the blonde, you know the girl that was on that dance team with you when we were kids?"

"Mercedes? The Raisin's girl?"

"Yeah, well now she grown up to work at Hooters. She asked about you-"

"When?"

"I saw her when I was walking over here. She was getting off on break and knew that I knew you. She wanted to know why you haven't ever stopped by to say hi or anything."

"Isn't that a marketing technique?" Firkel asked.

Pete shrugged. "Probably. She just seemed pretty upset that you've been ignoring her forever and never really talked to her except during the whole dancing thing. She's also really awkward. Like really awkward."

Michael sighed. "I think Henrietta would be really be upset if she found out that we went to Hooters to say hi to an awkward blonde."

"Yeah, that would bother her," Firkel agreed.

"She's at some stupid family reunion thing, and she'll only find out if she asks," Pete stated. "You can just say hi to Mercedes, we can get some coffee, and then we can leave. Its not like Henrietta controls what we do."

"They do have okay coffee. I only know that because I went there with my dad once. And that time was totally against my will," the curly headed goth admitted. "I guess we can do that."

"Woah, we're actually going there?" the youngest of the boys asked.

"Yeah… I guess so."

"Wouldn't that make us conformist?"

"We can drop you off at your house if you don't want to go," Michael said. "Saying hi to Mercedes won't make us conformists."

"Whatever. I think I'll just go home."

The two boys dropped their friend off at his house and went to Hooters. A giggly brunette, who like Mercedes once worked for Raisins, immediately greeted them once they entered the restaurant.

"Hey cuties! Welcome to Hooters," Lexus said greeting them. "Would you like me to seat you boys?"

"Actually we're looking for Mercedes," Michael stated. "I heard that she wanted to say hi to me or something."

The Hooters girl smiled. "Oh! Right, you're the guy that was on that dance team with her in elementary school or whatever. She talks about you like literally all the time. Its so annoying."

Pete looked at his friend then turned back to the Raisin's girl. "Really?"

Michael shrugged and didn't say anything.

"She's a huge fan of the music you guys make," Lexus stated. "She's been begging our boss to play your band's music here. Which would be cool I guess, but the boss says no because you guys are pretty unknown."

The shorter goth turned to face his taller friend. "So, this is our audience?"

"Yeah, this is weird for me too."

The Hooters girl giggled and twirled her hair unsure of what they were talking about. "If you like I could seat y'all and get Mercedes to wait for ya."

"Uh… okay."

They followed the girl to a seat in the back of the restaurant.

"Okie Dokie. Now you two cuties just hang here and Mercedes will be with ya shortly," she said before leaving the two goths.

Pete watched Lexus as she walked off. "I can't believe that we have potential groupies."

"Yeah…" Michael wasn't really paying attention since he was taking out his phone to view his text messages.

"At least they're not vamp kids."

The taller boy still scrolled through his phone still not really paying. "Hey, Henrietta asked what we're doing what should I say?"

"Just tell her that we're getting coffee. Also why are you suddenly so interested in what Henrietta thinks all the time?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Doesn't it feel a little weird that the second we hear that Henrietta won't be joining us we decide to go to Hooters?"

"No-"

Their waitress cut off his friend's answer. "Hey cutie! Long time no see. What all have you been up too besides making music? Oh, sorry I think I just interrupted your conversation."

"Oh… hi Mercedes."

She squealed. "You remembered my name! I thought you never learned it in the first place." She laughed. "Wow, I am such a geek! So, how are things going, Michael? Please answer that question before I say something even dumber. I'm totally freaking out right now. Can I have a hug?"

"Uh… sure?"

Mercedes gave Michael a hug. He awkwardly patted her back as she squeezed him close to her.

Pete snorted watching the awkward hug. "Marketing technique my ass."

"You smell like smoke and coffee," the Hooters girl said pulling away from the hug. "Its kinda hot."

"Uh… thank you?"

"So, how are things going?" She turned to Pete. "Oh, and before I forget thanks for brining him here, Pete. Did you remember to give him my hug?"

"Sure…"

"You never hugged me."

"Would you have wanted me to?"

"Of course."

Pete pushed his seat out from under the table. "Okay, come here."

"I don't want your pity hug."

The redhead pushed his seat back. "Fine."

Mercedes laughed. "You guys are fun. So, how are things going?" she repeated.

Michael sighed. "Things are going decent I guess. The world still sucks but its not like it wasn't supposed to suck."

"Wow, everything you say is so poetic. Do you do the song writing?"

The shorter of the boys answered. "We all sort of work on songs together. Henrietta-"

Mercedes turned to look at Pete. "The fat girl that plays the keyboard?"

They both stared at her.

"Oh, fat is offensive word. I didn't mean that she was like fat. I meant that she was like… above average in curvy. Yeah…"

"Yeah… that's way more polite," Pete said frowning. "She probably wrote the first drafts of almost all our songs."

"She's a good with words," Michael added. "And the keyboard."

She turned back to the curly haired goth. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Pete answered before Michael had the chance go talk. "She's single. We're all single. Dating is overrated."

Mercedes smiled brightly. "Really? None of y'all are seeing anybody?"

The dyed redhead rolled his eyes. "Yeah… don't sound so surprised."

"Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound judgmental or whatever. I just can't believe that such a talented vocalist doesn't have a girlfriend. Wow, this conversation just took a turn to being too personal. I'm sorry." She gave an awkward laugh. "I'm such a dork. Please just order something before I say something even dumber."

"I was never given a menu," Pete said bored.

"Me too."

"Oh… right. I totally forgot to pick those up to give to y'all. I'm so dumb." She gave another awkward laugh. "I'll be right back with those."

"We just want coffee," Michael stated.

"I'll go get that before I do something stupider." Mercedes said before walking off.

Michael watched her walk off and then turned to his friend. "What?"

"She's into you."

"Well no shit," the taller goth said taking out his phone from his pocket.

Pete smiled. "You should milk her little crush and see what we can get away with."

"That doesn't sound right."

"Neither does killing but that's what you do it you're a minion of Cthulhu," his friend spat. "We're starving artists. Mercedes could probably get us a gig somewhere."

"How?"

"She's hot. Conformists bend over backwards for girls with boobs like that."

"She can't even get her boss to play our recording here."

"Well duh her boss writes her paycheck. Her boss is either a she or immune."

"I guess that makes sense." Michael shrugged. "So this is why you wanted to go to Hooters?"

"I really think our band could make it." Pete sighed. "We just need a little push from the conformists. And Mercedes could provide that. You should hang out with her. Invite her to hang with us."

The Hooters girl returned back to their table before Michael could say anything else.

"Hey, cuties I brought your menus and the coffee's on the house," she said handing them their drinks. "Would you like any creamer or anything?"

"We just use sweetener."

"Okie Dokie. I'll give you a few minutes to look at your menus call me back when you made a decision. Okay?"

"We're probably aren't going to order anything. We just came here to get coffee and say hi."

Mercedes laughed and sat down in one of the open chairs at the table. "Okay then. Are ya sure that you don't want anything to eat?"

Michael opened up a pack of sugar. "Yeah… so how are doing Mercedes? Are you still dancing or whatever?"

"Yep. But not for competition or anything," she answered. "I dance at work, my room, and at parties with my friends but that's about it. Speaking of parties why don't I see your band at any?"

"Parties aren't our thing," Michael answered.

"That's a shame. I would love to see your band play live at a party sometime. I bet I could get at least one of the places I go to with my friends to play y'all live."

"I bet you could too," Pete agreed starring Michael. He turned to look at Mercedes when his friend didn't pick up on what he was trying to get him to do.

There was an awkward silence. Pete gestured at Michael. Michael didn't get the message. And Mercedes just looked back and forth confused.

"Well, I guess I'll go off to handle the other tables," she said finally.

"Wait, I think I want some food or something," Pete said stopping her from leaving.

"You want food?"

"Yeah… I'm at a restaurant you're a waitress. Bring me food. Its that simple."

She frowned and stood up from the table. "What sort of food do you want?"

"Uh… hot wings, a burger, fries, anything. I don't know. I'm pretty sure those are the normal foods in this restaurant."

"They are. But which one of the normal foods do you want exactly?"

"I don't know. Just go bring me food or whatever. I really just want to eat. Pick whatever you want and give it to me."

She turned to look at Michael. "Just bring him some hot wings."

"What size?"

"I don't care!"

"The regular size."

"Do you want any sort of sauce with-"

Pete cut her off. "Dammit. I'm giving you the creative freedom to bring me whatever the hell you want."

"Uh… okay." She left to go get the food.

Once she was out of hearing distance Pete turned to Michael. "Thanks to you I'm stuck eating food at this joint."

"You could have not ordered food."

"How else would I be able to tell you to ask her out already?" the redhead stated. "You're clearly weren't getting the message I was sending through hand gestures."

"Huh?"

"Just ask her the fuck out. The band needs a gig she has a crush, milk it to get some gigs then call it off. Its that simple," his friend explained. "Its just the little push from the conformist we need."

"I don't see this plan working," he admitted. "Plus do you really want to listen to Henrietta bitch about Mercedes hanging around?"

"She'll get over it. The same way I got over you guys leaving me alone with Mike Makowski on that school trip," Pete spat. "You know that asshole likes to cuddle in his sleep, right?"

"It's not my fault you drew the smallest straw. And don't act like you had it the worst on that trip. Henrietta had to share a room with three of those vampire girls. She had to sleep next to one and sit through all their conformist conversations while Twilight was on."

"I never said that I had it the worst."

"Then stop bringing it up."

"I'm just trying to get you to realize that it's your turn."

"To sleep with a conformist?"

"No. Yes." Pete blushed. "Ugh, you're twisting what I'm saying. Just get a gig from her. Anything else you get from her is your call." He took a drink of his coffee. "Lucky for you she's actually hot."

"Fine. I'll try to get some our band some publicity," Michael said. "If Henrietta starts bitching about Mercedes its your problem."

Pete set his cup down. "Fair enough."

They didn't say anything until Mercedes came back with their food.

"Here's your food or whatever." She set the plate of hot wings down. "Do you know how hard it is to make put in an order when the request is just 'bring me food'?"

The redhead flipped his hair out of his face. "I imagine it gives you lots of creative freedom."

"It made me look like another ditzy blonde," she stated. "I also got lectured on being too intimate with the customers. Whatever that means. Oh and my boss is mad that I'm giving you free coffee. Its not like they dump all the extra in the sink when this joint closes or anything. Anyway, he's taking it out of my paycheck."

"Sorry, about that Mercedes," Michael said. "We really do appreciate the free coffee you're giving us."

Mercedes smiled. "Thanks. Well, I better get back to work before my boss lectures me again."

Pete kicked Michael's leg from under the table.

"Wait! Mercedes," the tall goth said stopping their waitress from walking off.

"Yes?"

"We-" Pete kicked his leg again. "I mean I want to make it up to you."

"You don't have to make anything up to me," Mercedes said. "I've probably freaked y'all out with all my ranting, and just being myself."

"No, really I want to make it up to you. When do you get off?"

"Eight."

A/N

So, awhile back I searched fanfic trying to find a story were the goths hang out with the Raisin girls. I couldn't find one. But, then again I'm not the best at finding things. I figured that putting the two total opposites of goths and Raisin girls together would be fun. Since they're totally different.

Anywho, being a person that suffers from the three different disabilities of dyslexia, blondness, and Americanness I likely to have misspelled or had a grammar mistake somewhere. Please feel free to point out any you may see.