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And here we are, with chapter six. A Gothic bonding chapter, I needed one before all the events begin to unfold. I love them.

And we are back in Georgie's Point Of View. I'll be hopping back and forth.

It's almost over, it's almost over, it's almost over..

I kept repeating those three simple words through my head. Almost done with this torture. It's just been to much. All of these fucking events. I just want to get to Henrietta's and cuddle up on her bed. I'm just so happy that tonight's the night I get to stay over there. Such a relief. But the only problem right about now, is that I've got ten minutes left of class and their outside already in their car waiting to pick me up. So it's making me extremely anxious, and very eager.

Tapping my leg, and listening to my tunes as high as I could possibly go, was all I could do for myself.

We were supposed to be working on an essay, but I couldn't focus. I was still a bit traumatized. (Not to mention a bit ill.) Being at the Broflovski's? Yup, still sends a horrifying chill down my spine. If there was a bright side, it'd be that I was able to sleep most of it off. But being there seemed to ruin my life personally, and publicly. Ike's crew full of shit heads seem to think they fucking own me now. More then they did before anyways. I can't fathom a reason why. Their constantly poking me when I walk by, sticking their tongues out, waving sarcastic hello's, and sending me notes. Horrifying notes that state:

Ike X Georgie.

With a big love heart drawn around it. I mean seriously? I thought we grew out of that age when we hit like, seven. Apparently not. I've been doing my best to ignore their actions which has been rather successful cause they stopped bugging me as badly as they were at the beginning of the day, but it is a bit hard to not notice the odd looks I've been getting here and there.

I usually like being the center of attention, but not like this. Being associated with Ike was apparently taboo.

I threw a glance over my shoulder and I seen a girl look away really quickly, snickering to another female beside her. Ugh. I changed my song. To something a bit darker. I was sure they could probably hear it. but I was actually aiming for it at this point. Anything to get their chatter away form this whole "Ike" thing even if it means Georgie listens to "shit" music. Cause all they probably listen to is mainstream music that acted as cancer for all popular radio stations. It was slowly affecting all the younger generation, and causing them to be ignorant, assholes. Cause music about, money, constant lust, and party life wasn't all very productive in my opinion. But apparently throwing a catchy beat to anything can make it "go somewhere." But even though those songs are going somewhere, doesn't mean listening to them is going to inspire you to take your life somewhere. Rant, rant, rant, I hate the radio okay? But my thought rampage seemed to have distracted me a bit. It couldn't have happened any slower or I might have died. The glorious sound of the bell rang through out the school hallways and I almost ran out the door. I was so over this day.

Out of a habit with being here everyday. I found it very easy to beam down the stairs, out the front door, and B-line it to the school parking lot. Henrietta's car stood out amongst all others. it was new, and her mom had gotten it for her about last year on her birthday. It was a 2012 Dodge Challenger, with glistening black paint and two thick crimson stripes. Her car was unbelievable and to be honest, she deserved it. I mean, Henrietta could be really bratty and fight with her mom quite consistently, but recently Henrietta has a new apprenticeship at a very popular downtown hair dresser. And she got it on her own. She hadn't gone to school for it obviously, but she has a close friend who brought her into the business cause of her pure talent. It really was natural for her, she had a very keen eye for hair style's and a very logical way to figure out how to bring these styles to life. And the most awesome thing about it is that, neither of our friend circle no longer have to go anywhere for getting a hair cut cause she does it for free. Also eye brow threading. It makes me realize wanting to keep her forever isn't enough, I was going to keep her forever.

And as I approached her gorgeous car, it purred like a leopard. And once again, I felt the eyes of the student body find me as Ethan got out of the passengers seat in the front to let me in the back. Because it was a two door car, the only way in was the front seat that you had to crawl behind. It was a small fee for such a beautiful beast. I like four door cars, but I couldn't care less at the moment when I felt the new leather seat press against my back while taking my spot next to Derek who gave me a small smile of greeting. Ethan got back in the moment after. I wanted to be angry but I was just so happy that I was with them and not back at the Broflovski's. Henrietta tuned up the radio, and put in a burnt CD that we all wanted to listen too. As the first song piped up, I just felt like I was home again. My mood wasn't a downward spiral and I was rather content as I was looking out the window.

So content that I almost dozed off till Ethan broke the silence and said we should all pick up some food. To which we all agreed, except me. Who still felt a little green. But I did agree to a smoothie. It would look a bit more friendly coming up then some kind of whole grain bread and lettuce mix. Our group ate like chickens. Grains. Greens as well. No meat, but we do eat cheese, milk, and eggs. It's always sort of just been a thing we've all shared an interest in. No, we don't care about the animals. We just do it cause we can. Also some of us kind of have to. I narrowed a look at Derek who didn't notice. His hobbies were a bit strenuous. But I wasn't going to get into that topic till later, cause I had to say something eventually. It was just me to do something like that, and it was also eating at me.

"Henrietta was busy yesterday, I was stranded, so where the hell were you two?" Derek's head turned towards me and Ethan stole a look at me through the mirror. Apparently my question had caused Henrietta to start snickering. And all that did was leave me puzzled.

"Spa day." She blurted randomly causing an annoyed look to graze over Ethan's features while causing Derek to let out a groan.

"You're such a bitch." Ethan said giving her a light jab on the shoulder.

"They told me not to tell you." She smiled. "They said you'd get whiny and hard to deal with." Her words ended and I knew that was all she was going to say. I was a little annoyed now. I nudged the back of Ethan's seat.

"I already know about your girly Spa days! The least you could have done was tell me about your scheduled appointment and I wouldn't be-" I brought my fingers up to quote my words "-whiny and hard to deal with."

I mean really. I don't even think it was my ordeal that was the reason they didn't want to tell me, I think they were just embarrassed that they went to the spa two times a month. Massages must have felt glorious to them. I mean Ballet and Strings tend to be a strenuous hobby when you do it on a regular basis. Yes, Derek has been doing Ballet for about 10 years. Ethan has a mad talent for strings, violin, chello, guitar, bass, steel guitar, and the list goes on. He has recitals about every month. He's the real deal, he's in an orchestra. And Ballet isn't the only thing Derek is in. He's also into something, that goes by the name of pole dancing.

Yup, you heard me. But something I'll clear up is, no. It's not for erotic purposes. (From my general knowledge, but to be honest I don't really know what he does behind closed doors.) He's been in small competitions for artsy-fartsy pole dancing. Competitions that solely focus on your acrobatic skill, and creative story/dance to go with it. But thinking about it, Derek can do all sorts of dancing. I guess that's his talent. You'd never really think so by the way he acted as a kid huh? Neither did I. But then again, I never really expected us to really grow to much out of our agnsty stage. I mean, sure we still dress it, but we're not so whiny and dare I say it, emo about it. We seem to have all branched out and found our own individuals that were hiding within. We're still non conforming, cause I mean really, all our hobbies aren't very common. And there's so many ways we've changed, yet so many ways we're still the same. But if we continue to branch out completely on our own, it becomes kind of a scary subject for me. Recently Derek is getting on offer from a major league Ballet company. They need a new dancer, there's one spot and Derek's dance teacher thinks it belongs to him. It's a big step for him cause he will have to give up a lot. His current job, and a lot of health choices that are able to slide right now. And with a company, that means touring. Leaving. The thought of that terrifies me. It makes me think he's growing up, and I'm never going to see him again. Although ever since I was a kid I've always thought about how they'd out grow me eventually. I'm normally not sappy and annoying, but that really hurts to think about.

It really is a crucial point in all three of their lives. And it's making me feel a little stuck cause I don't really have anything special about me going on. I don't really have any talent. They actually basically raised me. So I feel like ALL I got is them. And I'm not willing to give that up. Cause once that's gone there wont be anything left. Just me, the empty shell. All these downer thoughts are causing my mood to spiral again. I didn't feel like fighting with them any longer. So I dropped it. The ride was long and the only comfort were the soothing sound of lyrics pouring through the speakers of Henrietta's car. I had gotten my pinacollada smoothie, and we were heading home.

The plush feel of Henrietta's bed collided with my front as I face planted in to it. The comfort and relief was overwhelming as the rest of them walked into the room, shutting the door behind them. Henrietta took her place next to me, Ethan took a seat on Henrietta's computer chair, and Derek took his seat at the edge of the bed right near Ethan.

That smoothie seemed to have blended well with my belly, which really was a good sign, and it actually made me feel better with having something in my system. And right about now I felt like being a dick again. It must be some kind of sick and twisted way I like to show affection or something. I knew that I was Henrietta's "baby," and I knew I could get her to do certain things that would make me happy. I'd like to call it revenge but I really think the only thing I was trying to do was be a dick. I mean, look at my damn role models. They taught me everything I knew, and like mentioned earlier, they basically raised me. So I mine as well use it against them occasionally. So with that said, I cuddled up next to her, and went into the fetal position. It caught their attention as I lifted an arm and landed it around Henrietta's waist, my hand stroked the course feeling of the purple lace corset that was wrapped tightly around her midsection.

When I spoke out I found it very hard to mask the amusement in my voice, "Heeeeen.." I dragged her name on, it made it feel more dramatic. It was a few seconds of silence before she offered a small "hmmmm," for a reply.

"I'm being bullied." My statement was blunt and unexplained. I knew that Ethan and Derek had heard me though, cause they snickered amongst each other.

"What do you mean?" Her words weren't concerned cause she knew I wasn't really serious. I could handle myself. But she ran a hand through my hair, long purple nails gently grazed my scalp and it felt so nice. Very soothing.

"I mean, two people are bullying me and aren't afraid to admit it. They constantly tease me, force me in high chairs at fast food restaurants, wake me up in the dead of night, try to successfully smother me through tickle torture, they forced me to wear a Lolita dress once for their own kicks, and they let me act like a retard on some drug. I'm not pointing any fingers, but one might have curly hair and the other might have an obnoxious red streak." By the time I finished that sentence she was giggling to herself. She knew where this was leading. As for all those things I stated, they were all true. These guys were real pricks sometimes. I think me being the "little" one made them seem to think that they could tease and pick on me.

"What would you like me to do about it Hun?" Her words were slithering through her lips. Her voice just audible enough so we could all hear it, but also forcing us to listen. She sounded amused. One of her fingers was working and twirling my bangs, exposing my left eye to the dim light of her room. I tilted me head up, and plastered the best pout I could. Then just for extra emphasis I sat up and landed my head on her shoulder and pointed to them.

"Teach them that they can't go around being jerks."

Derek scoffed. Ethan rolled his eyes. But no one denied it cause they knew it was true. They were guilty to all those acts of douche-baggary. So, I added:

"Bad boys need to be punished."

I had both of them laughing at that statement.

"Well, we'll punish you when she's not around." Not like they didn't do it enough. But I honestly didn't give two shits about what they had to say. Henrietta and I paid no attention to any more of their words, and I seen a slight bit of disbelief as the only female in our group moved to crawl towards them. Very slowly, and very mockingly. She had a very faint smile that had her purple lips in a tight line.

Then a few moments after that, is when I realized, this fucking friendship was glorious. She slapped them. For me. I was so euphoric about it. I just couldn't help it. I had to rub it in further by going over and placing both my hands on their cheeks, and gently rubbing my thumb on the red irritation that occurred moments after. Of course my straight face couldn't last and I just burst out laughing again.

"Snarky little shit." Was what Derek choked out.

I found myself laying beside Henrietta again. And decided to milk it "I'm also still feeling sick.. And thirsty." My tone was whiny.

Henrietta flicked her eyes towards me, the same smirk she had on earlier had fallen but reoccurred as my sentence ended. she only played along cause she knew it pissed off the Elders males in our Gothic group. She cupped my cheeks, and cooed. Ethan was scoffing in the background and Derek piped up "Ohhh, poor, poor baby. Someone please get him a drink before he dehydrates!" He brought his hands to his heart and gave a painful expression, flicking the fringe out of his face soon after. To which Henrietta actually gotten up and walked out of the room to get me a drink.

My expression to the others must have told them the story, mocking them and basking in it. Soon as she left Derek lunged over pinching my sides painfully, but I fucking hate my life cause I'm god-fucking-ticklish and I wailed out in laughter. As mentioned earlier they know I deeply hate ticking. Ethan laughed at me. He darted over and grabbing my assaulting arms that were about to reach over and yank Derek's hair painfully. Well, that was my plan anyways-which was foiled. I couldn't kick cause Derek was now on my legs, all I could do was cry out and plea for them to stop which they didn't. So I started to scream for Henrietta. Every time I did, it ended in a fit of embarrassing giggles and I could feel the heat burning my face as I was fighting for air. These fucking shit-heads! I kept screaming, squirming, and their pleased faces looked distorted through my own fucking tears.

I Snapped my head over to see Henrietta walking in and placing a glass of water on the bedside table very gently. She took a moment to watch the scenario, then turned and walked out of the room for the second time.

"PLEASE, stop, fucking s-stop it. Henrietta! Help m-me!" It was impossible to hold in any giggles. I don't know if I was being over dramatic, but I swear I was about to pass out and they just wouldn't listen. I was on the brink of a rather forceful struggle when something filled my sense of smell. Something so over whelming it caused my friends to drop me immediately and I went from giggles to coughing.

I quickly wiped my tears away and looked over to see where the over whelming smell of something very fruity and floral was coming from. There I seen Henrietta standing idle, holding a bottle of her moms body spray.

"Awe fucking shit! Did you have to fucking spray that smelly shit at us?" Derek choked out while waving his hand in front of his face in an attempt to get it away. But I think it ended up spreading it farther. So he then pulled his shirt up over his nose. "How much of that shit did you spray? its so strong! Fuck.."

Ethan stood there for a moment stunned but he didn't look nearly as fazed by it as us. I mean, he always smells like a fruit cake.

I was still in the mist of catching my breath and calming myself, trying to get the blood to flow out of my face. Which still felt hot, and a small perspiration was emitting from my forehead. I wanted to be angry but that smell was just to much. I sat up and let out a long sigh of relief. Henrietta was standing there, eyes darting from them to I.

"Well that was a blast." Derek muttered, "though I think I'm going to smell like a fucking fruit for the next few days." A smile finding it's way to his lips once again, He gave Ethan a mocking look. And Ethan glared in return. Where as I looked at Henrietta like she betrayed me. She wasn't readable so I flung my head around to one of my perpetrators and scowled, to which Derek stuck his tongue out, cause he's mature that way.

I was in the middle of getting up and getting some revenge, and they were smirking, snarling, and down right ready. Then a huge haze of that smell overwhelmed my senses again and it took a moment to realize she had sprayed us again, through my hacking I heard Derek cursing. I fell right back on my ass and threw my head in her direction, anger boiling my emotions away. She was a traitor! "Henrietta!" I yelled out.

Ethan mocked me under his breath and I slammed my fist in that tender spot in his arm. He laughed, but I knew it hurt cause he was rubbing it tenderly. I turned back around to look at the Mistress herself as she was gently taking a seat on the bed. She cleared her throat before she spoke.

"You know," She mused, her voice was gentle and almost taunting "When my dog is humping my favorite pillow, there is only one way to make her stop." She looked up through her lashes, purple eye shadow making it easier to get lost in her dark chocolate hues. "We have to spray her with a squirt gun. And you know what happens? She scampers away. It apparently works with boys too." As her explanation ended, she had let a content smile posses her dark purple lips.

It took a moment to register before my face lit ablaze and I was on my feet yelling:

"THEY WEREN'T HUMPING ME! AND I'M NOT A DOG!" I stormed down the hallway and to the bathroom where I could breathe better. While I was leaving I heard Derek tell her "Interesting analogy."

It was about 5 minutes later that I decided to head back, I had a quick refreshment of washing my face, and using the bathroom. When I arrived, my friends seemed to be huddled together. Both Henrietta and Derek sat on either side of Ethan, faces solely focused on the paper Ethan had in his hands. Ethan's brows furrowed together, and he looked completely perplexed. I noticed his thumb at his mouth and he seemed to be lightly biting on his nail. This must have been something stressful.

So I silently walked over to the trio and hung my head over the page. They didn't say or do anything, and what I saw was a sheet of music. The title was in a foreign language that I couldn't read, and I have a small ability to read music but this page looked like alien symbols to me. And to my surprise this wasn't computer printed, it was all written down. In pencil. I was about to me completely impressed if my current suspicion was correct.

"Ethan.. Did you, create all of that? On your own?" I leaned back away from them. My words seemed to have penetrated the silence of the room, causing the fellow elder or our group to stop his nibbling and look to me. There was a strong glaze of confusion in his eyes, and he cleared his throat but didn't speak, only choosing to nod. Then my initial reaction was a breathy "Wow."

"But I'm stuck." His voice was raspy, like he hadn't said anything since I've been gone. He cleared his throat once again and continued his explanation, "My show is in about two weeks. I'm trusted to have this finished by then, and this one page of music can change my whole place in this Orchestra." He let out a long sigh, his hand he was earlier nibbling on was now raking through his hair and pulling it back exposing his face. His eyes immediately dropped back to the page.

"I'd just like you to know that that's amazing." I decided to tell him. Cause honestly, I didn't even know what it sounded like but I still knew it was a master piece in the making. My comment earned a chuckle out of him, as he folded the paper up and stuffed it in his wallet.

"I'll think about it later, I think best when I'm alone in my room." He mumbled and threw himself backwards on Henrietta's bed that he was now sitting on. This action caused his Alien Sex Fiend shirt to ride up, exposing his belt that I downright envied. It was pretty simple, a black leather belt checkered up with silver studs. But the thing I adored about it was its worn in and used look. The studs were all scuffed up, and quite a few were missing. The black leather was fading, and the holes that were most frequently used were almost ripping. The belt was the definition of badass, and I just wanted to rip it off of him and take it for myself. But I couldn't.

"It'll all work out Ethan." Derek's words emptied my thoughts of thieving Ethan's belt. The red streaked boy flicked his fringe out of his face and leaned back on his hands. I took a look at our female who currently looked a bit lost herself.

I smiled, just as I remembered something I wanted to show them. Hopefully it would brighten our atmosphere a bit. I finished it awhile ago but never gotten the chance to show them cause of all the crazy events going on in my life. But I was proud of it, and I really wanted to show it off. So in no time I scurried over to my messenger bag that was laying carelessly on Henrietta's floor. My hand immediately found it's target which was a black hard cover sketchbook. I had gotten it awhile back and it had cost me a good forty five bucks, the quality was worth it though. I flipped through a few pages and stopped at my newest addition, smiling at the image before turning around and heading back to my friends.

"New art to show us kiddo?" Derek said as I was arriving. He scooted over so I could sit between he and Ethan, and I did just that. Ethan sat up to show he actually had some interest.

"Yeah, I finished it a few days ago. This one I did with a black 0.3 fine liner and some shading pens. There's a bit of water color to give a bit of life in the areas that needed it. I also like the dripping effect." I held up the page in front of them. It was an image of two marionettes. Both were hanging, but one was higher then the other. I had took the liberty of adding phrases hidden in the image. Things that meant something to me. Both of the puppets looked very dreary, and the background was very detailed and I tried my best to have it represent an abandon room. Wall paper was peeling, wood panels were visible, and there was a hole in the window. And that hole in the window was the only place of color. A very vibrant green, and there were also a few splotches of red. The broken glass was very symbolic, and if you looked hard enough the word hope would be visible in the shards. I tried not to make it too visible, cause I didn't want everyone to see me incorporate a word like that into my art. The ceiling was a grey and black dripping of water color that I really loved. It added to the eerie effect.

"You've really out did yourself this time Georgie." Derek spoke up first.

"I really love how the one closer to the window looks a bit more hopeful then the other. Where as the other looks very miserable, almost like he's being eaten by the ceiling. This is truly a piece of art. It's really nice Georgie." Ethan's comment took me off-guard. He was forever the observant one. I immediately felt a glow of pride swell in my chest and I couldn't help but crack a smile and stutter an awkward thanks.

"I'm glad you noticed."

Henrietta took the book from my hands, a very large smile plastered on her face. "Wow Georgie this is really good."

All their comments were really making the past two miserable days melt away and disappear for good. I shouldn't be dwelling on the past, and besides Ike wont be in my life any longer. It was just two misfortune days, and now I'll only have to see him two times during the day in two of my classes. I can bare it so long as I have music. And the only things that really matter are moments like these. Moments I can cherish with my friends.

The rest of the night went by really smoothly, we had dinner that Henrietta and Ethan made (Which was a yummy stir-fry,) we had time to sit around and do some writing, and then Derek had to go cause he had closing shift at his work place. Ethan and him left together. Me and Hen sat around and chatted for a good few hours, cause we got along really good that way. I got time to console in her and tell her of my trauma of the past two days. And the sweetie she is, she gave me the comfort I was craving. We watched a movie after that, and for some reason I was getting really tired. I kept yawning, and dozing off like I did when I tried to watch Inception. I was usually really into this movie we were currently watching. It was one of my favorites. But right now, for some reason, I was a bit out of it and it was only 10:30. I realized the movie was over when I felt a hand run through my hair and heard a command of going to bed. I immediately had my eyes open, and tried to tell her I wasn't sleepy. But her laugh told me that, that was very unconvincing. I was out for a good 10 minutes.

So in no time I was going up the stairs and I flung myself back on the plush feel of Henrietta's bed. When I slept over at her house which usually was every other week, I always slept in her bed with her. It was never weird cause she was like my Sister, if not my second mother. So it was more so comforting then anything. Though she wasn't coming to bed just yet cause there was some things she had to do, but I was ready to hit the hay and went up there alone. I squirmed under her comforter and cuddled up. Something about being here was just so relaxing, it didn't take more then five minutes before I was out like a light.

I don't remember my dreams often. But, when I woke up in the morning I had a smidgen of it still hazing around in my memories. I couldn't really see much of it, but I think it had something to do with one of our teachers being a douche. But no matter, cause Hen was there telling me to hurry and she was already up and dressed. I sat up rather slowly, very groggy, and hair probably a mess. Where as she was in a very nice black tank top, bracelets caking her arms, a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, and a pair of black leather flats. Her hair was very nice and tousled, and she smelled very pretty. She must have showered already. So I got my lazy ass out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom.

When I got out I checked the clock, and it said it was only 7:45 am. I believe Hen needs to be to work by 9 am. But she was going to drop me off at school today. So I guess we needed to leave a little bit early. Making my way downstairs I spotted her packing some things into a black leather shoulder bag.

"Morning." She mumbled. But I raked a hand through my hair and let out a rather large yawn before replying to her with the same word.

"Coffee's made, you can borrow my thermos if you'd like."

"That would be great Hen." I walked past her and got the thermos she had mentioned to me. I poured it, loving the fresh aroma of caffeine swirling through my senses. It really was the little things in life that made me happy.

"Thanks." I told her as I sipped it with no cream or sugar. I liked it raw like that.

But after the second sip I remembered that I had those goddamn boots that I was wearing yesterday. With all the buckles and annoying laces. God those are going to be annoying to put on, but I better start now. Or else we might be late.

Though just as I approached the door way and went to put on my shoes, I spotted something else. A very plain pair of black leather lace ups. I totally remember leaving them here, thank god. I grabbed those instead, cause I really didn't want anything all annoying and complicated. It was a bonus to find these. And they were a breeze to get on.

So in no more then five minutes, Hen and I were out the door and she was on her way to dropping me off at school. I got to hear the low purr of her Dodge for the second time as she started the beast up, and I was beginning to think this day was going to be really good. And that was saying a lot for me.

Next chapter it begins. I should have it up soon!

...I hope I didn't make the goths to weird.. But I wanted it so that they are all sort of growing into themselves, and also very unique individuals.