Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik posers ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN (*kiss*)! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte thank god.
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high fuck me draco heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky because i chopped off all my hair just for this purpose. I felt a little depressed then because i missed my long hair terribly and regreted my decision, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book called nightlight or twilight..yes thats what it was called while I waited for it to stop bleeding even though i should have went to the hospital wing and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and some of the nail polish mixed with the blood from my arm so my nails were black with scarlet spots and i put on TONS of black eyeliner and knew that i would have an eye infection later. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway and it would be dark so i didn't have to worry about my sparkles killing anyone. I drank some human blood and gagged and threw up all over the floor and had to clean it up. finally I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car that he wasn't supposed to have and he kept checking the windows to make sure no one was looking out them because he really didn't want to be fined or worse. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too which i neglected to mention), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl gay boiz wer it ok! ).
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed and sexily voice.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz and bounced off the side of it and fell down on our asses (the license plate said 666 but i'm as blind as a bat and didn't notice that it actually read XXX ) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly and sexily to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and pills and meth. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car like bunny rabbits with rabies. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down and waved our hands around in the air and started shaking our ass as we listened to Good Charlotte. Security finally kicked us out when we started doing the hokey pokey. But we snuck back in somehow.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad. He might not get laid tonight if this bitch was hung up on that Joel guy.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on but was wrong about the reason Draco looked sad.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco weirdly and he put his arm around me all protective. No one was going to stop him from getting laid tonight. It had been 2 years since he last had sex.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer because neither of us can handle a bottle of Jack and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them but they said no and sprinted away as fast as they could and I don't mean running...I mean sprinting. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!
