Actual A/N – If I make a statement/comment, then it will be in bold italics from now, not that it would take a genius to realise which was me normally and which was inspired by Tara Gillesbie.

A/N – Fangs for the memories 2 "insert gothtastic name here" 4 helpin me wif da chpta! (My god, you needed HELP?). BMW props stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom (What, is that a rare event?). It was snowing and raining again, even tho we r in Los Angels. I opened the door of my coughin' (I had a coldz, OK?) and drank some human blooooooodddddd from a bottle I had nearby. My coffin was black enoby and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took off my giant MCR (who, by the way, ROX!) which I used for pyjamas, then I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four paits of earrings in my pierced ears (You put them in your PIERCED ears? Oh wait...) and put my hair in a kind of messy bun (Oh, so no Bride of Frankenstein haircut for you then. Shame, it would have suited you).

My frend Willow (A/N OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! DIS IS U, RAVEN! EVEN THOUGH I CLAIM NOT TO HAVE MARY SUES IN MY STORY!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair wif pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes (Wow, talented! She grinned at you without even opening her eyes and looking at you!). She put on her Marilyn Monroe t-shirt (Shes a goth apparently, NCIS fans. Abby would kick her ass if she ever met her) with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high heeled boots. We put on our makeup, which consisted of black lipstick, white foundation and black eyeliner.

"Oh my God, I saw you to talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!," she said sexily, in a voice that sounded like the Oh No Guy from Family Guy.

"Yeah? So?," I said, blushing. Damn it, I need more foundation!

"Do you like Draco?," she asked as we went out of the Slytherin conference room (its only for the very goffik CTU agents) and into the Great Bullpen.

"No I so fucking don't," I yelled at the top of my voice so that probably even Draco heard me.

"Yeah right!," she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to us (So he did hear you then?).

"Hi," he said hungrily. He hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Hi," I replied sexily.

"Guess what?," he said. (That's what HE said!)

"What?," I said sexily.

"Guess what?," he said. (That's what he...oh, never mind)

"WHAT?," I shouted angrily, but still very sexily and also hungrily.

"No need to shout! Good Charlotte are, like, having a concert in LA," he told me brilliantly.

".!," I screamed. I love GC, they are my favourite band, besides MCR, who ROX.

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

I gasped! (No, no, don't fight it! Let yourself drown in that vat of blood!)