I'm going to keep their names as the ones from the fandom for this story. As much as I'd like to go back and change them all to their revealed names... The fact is this story was made way before they were revealed, and quite a few chapters were already written. I'm to lazy to go back. lol.

Georgie's P.O.V.

Well here goes nothing. I sighed softly and leaned back against the cool faux leather of these cheap cafe seats.

"The evening was young, everything was normal. We all sat on Ethan's bed like we usually do. Barricading ourselves from the universe. The only difference was, Hen wasn't there. She had some bullshit dinner to attend with family. But anyways. We talked about random things here and there, music, life, people we hate, you know the story.. Our nights don't often change. But that's beside the point." I gave my company a serious expression as I was getting ready to actually spill one of my problems. I never usually share them. However for this particular one I felt that, if I didn't get it off my chest I might not be able to sleep again. That being said, I took a sip of my lukewarm coffee and cleared my throat for this painful explanation.

"Somewhere along the lines.. I made this terrible decision.. Now I'm spending the weekend trying to forget about it." I stopped again. I idly looked around at our surroundings, all the people smiling and chatting away. Everyone paying no mind to the aloof pair sitting in the corner booth. All of them smiling and carefree. Carefree is something I wish I could be at this moment. But my nerves were shot. "I carelessly ate some of Derek's mints." I let it tumble from my mouth fast and forced. I slouched in my seat as my company raised his brow ever so slightly but never said a word. "They didn't warn me, or tell me, or even laugh as I did it. They were straight faced, and they knew they were being dicks!" I slapped a hand on the table for extra enthuses.

"I should have remembered that anything can be hidden in a bowl of chalky mints. But apparently it slipped my mind. Or maybe I actually had a form of trust for those fools. And it looks like that's out the window." I crinkled my brows in frustration. "The last thing I remember, I was ripping off my shirt. I could have sworn my skin was burning holes." I looked over to my companion. But he had nothing to say. So I gave him a disapproving frown. This was a one time thing, and he was taking it like he didn't give a rats ass. I took to playing with the chipping polish on my thumb as I was beginning to finish my story.

"It was bad judgment. Anyways.. Things get completely blurry after this. I just remember grabbing someone's hair frantically trying to crawl away from Marilyn Manson. Seriously, I'm not kidding in the least. He seemed so real at the time. I still half believe he was there.. But I was probably just really fucked up." I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. It ended up falling right back into its place. I seriously don't recall much of that night. But, I wanted to vent whatever I remembered to Stanley while I could. So he could pick side's if it comes to that.

"So, the worst part is this. I woke up the next day in Hello Kitty undies. Which don't belong to me mind you.. My so called douche-bag friends were already-or still-awake. They laughed their asses off as I started cursing at them to tell me what had happened. And they never told me. No matter how much I threatened them, I still don't know what happened. But it couldn't be good. I even have a scrape on my elbow I never had before." I held up my arm. He couldn't see the cut since my arm was safely wrapped in the sleeve of one of my expensive black coats I get for cheap where Derek works. But, still. I wanted him to know I was willing to show him if I needed to. I knew he wouldn't want to. But it's just in case. The boy seemed distant as of lately.

"So, something happened. Something their hiding. They must be trying to black mail me or something." I took another drink of coffee. I don't have dirt on them, so I don't know why they need dirt on me. I found my rant bubbling up again. "So that's why I'm currently on suspension against my 'friends.' I refuse to see them, or talk to them." I looked at emotionless careless Mr Marsh there..

"Not that you would actually care." I mumbled quickly and quietly, just to see if he might pick up on it. But what do you know? He didn't. So I continued.

"I mean WHO! Does that? Am I right? Or am I over reacting?" I looked at him. His expression was stone. He wasn't listening. But Just for kicks, he decided to give me some sign of life that he was. He nodded. I sighed.

He's been giving me those nods the entire time. He didn't really care. Which isn't surprising. Here I thought Stanley was the sensitive one who would care. Guess that was bad judgment to..

I shouldn't have done that anyways. I know they fuck around with drugs so it was a stupid decision. But seriously! You think they'd stop me or something. But no. They just watched me. Must have gotten some mad kicks while I was out of my right mind. I'm usually the mean and serious one. I don't even want to imagine what I turned into when I was high off whatever shit was sitting in that bowl of mints. I can't stop worrying about it.. But anyways. Here I am. Hanging with Stanley Marsh. I often do at school. But never usually outside of school. I help him with his English and math work, even if he's a senior and I'm only a freshmen. I excel in academics, believe it or not. I think Stanley gave up on his school life. He's not trying to pass anymore. I mean, it's been like basically two extra years in high school for him. Most of his friends are already in college.

After Stan quit on his sports and junk, he sort of threw himself back into this slump he's often stuck in. He stopped caring. I can't figure out why. It's normally cause of that purple-clad bitch.. What's her name? Wanda? Something like that. But he hasn't seen her in months. So it's something else that's bothering him and I can't seem to figure out what. He doesn't talk about it either. He just lets it be. From where he's standing now he's set himself up for a miserable life. And the schools decision is to let him try this last year, and he's out for good if not.

Stanley's always been a push over. But he doesn't really have anyone to push him over anymore, he's often alone.

The way I see it is, his friends almost abandoned him. Soon as high school hit, the horny teenage boys threw themselves in the world of females. Marsh has always sort of been stuck on one girl. Never often explored others. But now since she's gone. He seems to have no one. Why do I think so much about this stuff? No Idea. I really shouldn't give a damn. But he's the only one I really have at school who I can ALMOST relate to. I've known him for awhile. He doesn't feel foreign like most of the twats at school. He's just.. Him. He even stayed him when all his friends crumpled him up and threw him in the rubbish bin. Because of Stanley I have one person I can chat with. But apparently he's not willing to share his "friend problems" with me. He really needs to learn to pay attention at the right times..

Why don't I hang out with my friends at school? Well, I have a reasonable answer for that. They don't go. Also even if they did, they'd have graduated by now, Unless their like Stanley. But the way I see it is, if I go to school and graduate, I'll be the most non conformist of all. My friends probably see me as a loser, but you know what? Fuck them with a ten foot pole.

On another side note. Yes I call him "Stanley." I don't usually call him "Stan." To many people do that. I don't call him "Raven" at the moment cause my 'friends' do that. He doesn't like people calling him by his real name. But I do anyways. I also call him Marsh.. But in the end he's gotten used to both. He realized he can't do anything about it. However I wouldn't really give a shit either way. But, back to reality.

Things gotten quiet. The aura was awkward. Stanley didn't have anything to say or add to my story. So the silence was terrible. To distract myself I swirled my coffee around in my cup, watching the dark liquid slosh back and forth. I was hoping to signal that I'd like him to say something. I'd rather him start the conversation since I'd been gabbing already. I don't like gabbing.

But, poker face Marsh over there didn't seem to get the message. He just gazed blankly over my head. I'm guessing he was focused on the window. Geeze, I guess I'm alone in this world after all. However.. Curiosity got the best of me. Just for personal kicks I looked over my shoulder out the window, to have my heart skip a beat.

Outside walking toward the door of this diner (Which we "Goths" usually all hang at.. Stupid of me to come here thinking they wouldn't show..) was Tall dark and vein Ethan, beside him his loyal minion, with that annoying red streak in his hair. God Dammit. The least they could have done was bring our dear Henrietta. But no, it was just the two bullies. And I wasn't willing to face them yet. The memory of the "mints" was still very fresh in my mind. It happened a night ago, so I promised myself not to talk to these two for awhile. So I'm not going to make a liar out of me. I refuse to talk to them.

"Devils..." My voice was laced with venom and low enough to be more of a hiss. Immediately I reeled on what I should do.. I then turned to look at Stanley. He just stared, a glint of amusement lacing his blue hues that the girls had once fawned over.. He was curious to see what was gonna happen. But I wasn't about to wait and find out..

Thinking fast, I grabbed Stanley by the wrist and yanked him toward the bathroom. He didn't fight it. He wouldn't even if he wanted to. But, the unsettling thing was, I felt a burning gaze follow me all the way until the bathroom door had shut. Then when we were inside the bathroom. We needed an escape plan.

"How should we get out?" My eyes darting around with my words.

The apathetic dumbass shrugged making it clear to me it was my decision. What an ass.. So I began to panic. Then just when I thought the 'escape' wasn't an option, my eyes met with my friend the window.

I climbed on the sink and opened the window as wide as I could. Luckily this place is all one floor. Or else this plan might not have been possible. But with no problem at all, I slipped out. My bullet belt got caught for a brief moment but it was nothing close to an issue. There are advantages of being small. As much as I hate to admit it. Seriously being 5'2 almost 3.. At my age? When your friends are 5'11 or over. It's not funny. I still believe I'm growing, since I didn't hit the 18 or 19 year old point yet. So I still have time to catch up. But that doesn't stop my "friends" from bullying me about it. Half the time they have me believing I'm going to stay this height forever. But fuck them. I'll grow. Just wait for it. They'll all see one day.

I looked back at Stanley who was trying to struggle the rest of the way out of the window.

I didn't help him. But, I watched him. A small pay back for his useless help in an escape plan. He grunted and groaned while he squirmed his way out. He was bigger then me. Then like I said earlier, he used to play sports. So he was built different. He had no reason to complain though. Cause in the end he made it out. But soon as the emo regained his composure, he glared at me.

"Was that really necessary Georgie?"

I got a little offended.

"The fuck you mean was it necessary..?" He never really cared, and he just confirmed it for me. If he cared at all, he would have helped me get away from the people I didn't want to see. I mean, I would have helped him get away from people chasing him with a knife. But I guess the favor wouldn't be returned. Great people in this world.

I gave a jab at his arm. He didn't say anything. So I continued. "It was completely necessary. Did you not hear me saying how uncomfortable I was about the 'mint issue'.. It hasn't been a long time since it happened. So I really don't want to see them right now."

He still looked angry. I guess he didn't like that fast exit and the fact it'll be hard to go back there again since our coffee wasn't paid for. Either way I didn't care, and neither should he. "But truth is Stanley, you didn't have to follow me if you really didn't want to." I guess to him it might have seemed like me dragging him along by the wrist was forcing. Well, Maybe it was. But I believe I was in the right. I did nothing wrong. But just to set him straight, I ended my statement. "I could have disappeared out the window, and you could have casually left out the door. Sure, I forced you to come to the bathroom, but I never forced you out the window."

I turned on my heel and started walking. I was annoyed now. Stanley followed suit. He didn't have any defense. He was most likely still a little annoyed, but the big boy will get over it. Aside from this terrible event that occurred tonight. The sky is a beautiful gloomy grey. Cold as hell, but it was nice. No part of the actual sky was visible. I liked it, but a short moment later a snowflake landed in my eye. I frantically blinked it away. Now my eye was officially irritated. Fucking shit town. I sighed.

Our walk was long, slow, and silent.

But soon me and Stanley left out separate ways. We waved a simple goodbye. Then I continued home.

Arriving at home, I realized no one was home. But no one was often home. I'm not going to call my mom a fuck up, cause shes not. She just has problems. She tries to hide them from me, but being with her for.. Well, my life. I've developed the ability to gaze through the illusion that she creates to hide behind. I know, there's drugs in her life. I know she has a fucked up love life. It's not hard for me to find out. We struggle financially, we get threats from the land lord, and we get in all sorts of fights with relatives. Mostly about un-paid borrowing, but sometimes its even about the care for me. I know she loves me. She carried me around for nine months before she gave birth to me. She chose to have me. She chose to change her life for a child she didn't really have to have. It started off great. But, over time things change.

Most of my childhood I spent my time complaining about my life. Whining, and being angst. But growing older, you just kind of learn to take things as a learning experience rather then something to whine about. We (my friends and I) all dress the same way we have growing up, simply because we like to express ourselves as individuals, but our whining has stopped for the most part. The negativity is still hazing around however. Complaining, bitching ,and whining is all jsut a waste of breath. And after awhile, you realize its fucking pointless and not making anything better. Down talking my mom for stupid things like organizing my CD's sure didn't get them unorganized any faster. Point is, I learned bitching about petty problems is fucking retarded and you need to open your eyes to see it. End of fucking story.

But negatively treating school kids, and the outside world is another story. Depending on the place and people there, ruining peoples days actually makes mine glorious. I don't whine and bitch, but I'm a mean little shit when I want to be.

But I can't help but fall back to the thought of my friends. I hope they grow up eventually. I'm flabbergasted by the fact they'd let me consume some type of drug. I'm the youngest. Are they trying to fuck me up? I still don't believe it. I hate to say it. But, it almost hurts my feelings. A little. I mean, they've known me for a long time now. But they are willing to put me at risk. It almost hits a tender spot. But saying it hurts my feelings tastes very bitter. Very foreign. Plus if I said anything like that, they'd probably laugh in my face.

So my alternative is to dismiss them. If they seek attention, then the way to torture an attention seeker is to ignore them.

I know over the years I've matured. I used to be really selfish. Hating on the world. But I began to realize "Goth" isn't everything. Goth doesn't make the world go round. Sure it's fun, but it's also something that shouldn't be a life long habit. I've been thinking about a lot lately.

But something that hit home is, about the image I play off in front of people. I try to be a tough, un-caring ass wipe. The "Gothic terror" who bullies his teachers. Who bullies his class mates. Who hangs out with "scary people." As much as I hate to admit it. I'll have to grow out of that stage sometime. Everybody does. And everyone has always told me I would. I've realized this awhile ago. But as the days slip by, I'm realizing how fast it's happening. Not to long ago I was in kindergarten, raining terror. Now, in high school, I'm the same. Nothing ever changed. Why? Unless I'm just not realizing it.

Ramble, ramble.

But, as the days go by, I have loads of questions I can go on about. If there's at least one thing that can act as a change in my life, I'd be happy. But so far I'm left waiting. And also, a bit scared.

Thanks for reading.