Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! Odderwize (She can't even spell otherwise, and my Office has become so depressed with the spelling it is now auto correcting) fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. (ORLY?)
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high 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. (SICK OF CLOTHES!) I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. (I think you seriously need a councillor or a therapist or some shiz) I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway (That's exactly what I said 2 chapters ago.). I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car (WOAH... Hold up. Draco who despises everything muggle has a muggle veichal? Bloody hell what strange world is this?). He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (Right, I quite like Simple Plan and I feel the need to point out, they are not a gothic band, they are punk, and pop-punk at that) (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). (Name 5)
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) (God I hate people who don't even bother to Google things about England before writing, you need at least 2 letters and 5 or 6 digits on a number plate, I know I'm being pedantic, but we all have peeves) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
"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 (I thought it was outside?) with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"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. (Oh Tara, Hilary Duff is quite pretty as I remember, try to redirect all those pent up emotions into a hobby or something, maybe pottery?)
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. 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! (Wow, the suspense is killing me)