Okay. Hey again. Umm… I wrote another chapter. Enjoy. :D

Oh, by the way, this chapter also has random gratuitous swearing in it.

Chapter 2: Playing Around

Dazey and Ethan walked downstairs, passing Matea's brother Xander who didn't pay attention to them, still utterly concerned with his game. Call of Duty: keeping teenage pregnancy down since 2003.

They were in the process of walking to the front door when Ethan put a smirk on his face. "Hold on, babe. I have an idea." He let go of her and sat on the couch next to Xander.

"What the fuck do you want?" Xander still had his eyes on the screen, fingers moving like mad. "Do you want a go, is that it? Well I reckon it's not gunna bloody happen. So fuck off."

Stupidly, Ethan burst out in laughter. "No I don't want a fucking go. I-"

"Yeah? Well get the fuck out of here then." Xander glanced at Ethan with eerie eyes.

Still laughing, Ethan stood up. "I'll see you later then."

"Yeah. Maybe in hell."

He was back to Dazey and whispered in her ear. "What an asshole. I just wanted a new friend."

"Ha. Yeah that's it."

With that, they walked out the door.

"So Ethan," Dazey said. There was no reason to beat around the bush. "Are you sure-"

Ethan cut her off. "Yes were going to the fucking prom. And don't even try to get out of it. You know what? Don't even think of trying to get out of it. It's not gunna happen."

Dazey rolled her eyes. She'd been expecting that reaction. "Okay fine." She took a dramatic pause. "But what if I told you that your favorite band Hollywood Undead is playing at the Rave tonight. Then what?"

At this, Ethan fell to his knees, letting go of Dazey's elbow, and started whimpering. He'd wanted to see Hollywood Undead for years, but never could. The shows were never in Wisconsin. Until now. They were at the Rave for crying out loud. The Fucking Rave! That's only 35 minutes away if he speeds, which he always does. How could you not in a Mitsubishi? It's fucking impossible.

"Well," said Dazey with a sigh. "If your heart is set on going to Prom then I guess that's where we're going." She knew she had him.

Ethan looked at her in disgust. "How could you." It was not a question.

She shrugged. "Because I'm fucking brilliant. Duh."

"Oh yeah? What's your plan then?" questioned Ethan.

"Hmm… depends. What time is it now?"

Ethan looked at his watch. "5."

Dazey looked appalled. "What? Why did you come so early?"

He sighed. "Well, it was for less chance of escape." Aw, poor Ethan's heart is torn in two. "Look, I know you don't want to go to Prom, but did you really have to bring Hollywood Undead into this? That's just cruel."

Her expression softened. "Relax. I'm not trying to ditch anymore. And yes, I did have to bring them into it because Prom doesn't start until 8:30. What are we gunna do for 3 and a half hours? This concert starts at 6 and goes till 9. It's a good waste of time."

Ethan literally jumped for joy. "FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, fists flailing in the air. "BABE I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME!" He ran to her and picked her up, spinning in circles.

Ethan whistled as they walked down the driveway to his fucking phenomenal burnt orange Mitsubishi Eclipse. He opened the door for her and kissed her cheek. He was pretty fucking happy.

"When did you become such a gentleman?" Dazey inquired with a possibly lethal smile.

Ethan replied, "Yeah, yeah," but still with an equally deathly grin.