AN: Tanks 2 Blackhawk 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW hipsters stop flaming ma story ok!
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was raining metal again. I opened the door of my coffin and ate some human stake I had. My coffin was made of platinum and inside it was steel wool with barbed wire on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant Porcupine Tree 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.
My friend and bunkmate, Lily (AN: Blackhawk dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length hawk gold hair with red streaks and opened her zombie-green eyes. She put on her Nine Inch Nails t-shirt with jeans that gotten torn in a bar fight, fishnets and pointy high-heeled, steel-toed boots.
"OMFS, I saw you talking to Roy Mustang yesterday!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.
"Do you like Roy?" she asked as we went out of the sleeping quarters and into the Base.
"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Roy walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily.
"Guess what." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, Tool are having a concert in Central." he told me.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love Tool. They are my favorite band, besides PTree.
"Well... do you want to go with me?" he asked.
I gasped.
