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."
