Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

V sez: No promises, love. Carry on.

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again.

V sez: *muttermuttermutter* physics *muttermutter*

I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had.

V sez: Where do you even get bottled blood? Has Walmart been having a sale or something?

My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

V sez: FOUR PAIRS? Darling, I'm surprised you have any ear left.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me.

V sez: Raven, m'dear, you need new friends.

She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes.

V sez: Waist-length implies long, deary. Unless she's a midget, and even then it's all in proportion.

She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.

V sez: "OMFG" ? What is she, a lolcat?

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

V sez: *ahem* And I quote: "Do you like Draco?" "No I so fucking don't!" End quote. Ebony Way, you wretched tease.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

V sez: GC, you have the Mother of All Agents if you booked that gig. Cling to him or her like piss stains to a toilet bowl.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

V sez: To quote the sainted Alex Day (*dreamy sigh*), "It's a bit like a subplot, except that I don't care at all."