Chapter 25.
AN: stop flaming ok if u dnot den il tel Justin 2 bet u up!1111 There's one problem with that, and that is the fact that you have no freaking clue where any of your reviewers live. Ahh, the anonymity of the Internet. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? n il tel al da nredz 2 put vrtuz in ur computer!11111111111 (Tara-speak to English translation: I'll tell all the nerds to put... virtues? in your computer!) Well, I didn't know that I needed a virtuous computer. What will having a virtuous computer do, anyway? Constantly filter what you're typing on it so a mean sounding comment like, "THIS IS THE SHITTIEST FANFIC EVER AND YOU TOTALLY SUCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKING THAT YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD WRITE SOMETHING WORTHWHILE, ANYWAY?" is changed to something like, "Though your story seems to have potential, there are also some things you could improve. Don't worry, this is part of the writing process, and I do say that I think you have the ability to become an excellent writer, so long as you keep practicing and keep getting better at it. Have a nice day!"?FUK UU!1 raven fangz for de help!1
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I was so excited. I fellowed Draco wandering if we where going 2 do it again. Hopefully not. It would be good if you spare the audience from having to read that kind of thing for once. We went outside and then we went into Draco's black car.
"Ebony what the fuck did Profesor Trevolry say." whispered Draco potting his gothic whit hand with bvlak nail polish on mine. Yes, when it comes to writing, details are important. Unfortunately, there are some details that aren't and as far as I can tell, pretty much all the details you are giving us are the details that aren't important, and in fact, unnecessary. This is just one of the many cases.
"She said she would tell me what the visions meant torromow." I grumbled in a sexy voice. He took out a heroin cabaret and spiked it, and gave it to me to spork. He started to fly the car into a tree. Ooh, ooh, was it the Whomping Willow? I really hope it was the Whomping Willow! We went to the top of it. Draco put on some MCR.
"And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me." sang Gerard's sexy voice. We started tiling of each other's cloves fevently. He took of my blak thong and my black leather bar. I took of his black boxers. Then… he put his trobbing you-know-what in my tool sexily.
"OMFG Draco Draco!" I screamed having an orgism. Wait, this is supposed to be a sex scene? Because here I thought we were reading an instruction manual for assembling something that had been bought at IKEA. *in best monotone voice* "Insert tab A into slot B." *back to normal voice* It's even a trope on TV tropes, if you don't already know. We stated frenching passively. Suddenly… I fell asleep. I started having a dream. In it a black guy was shooting two goffik men with long black hair.
"No! Please don't fucking kill us!1" they pleaded but he just kept shooting them. He ran away in a red car.
"No! Oh my fucking god!11" I shouted in a scared voice.
"Ebony what's wrong?" Draco asked me as I woke up opening my icy blue eyes. Not that you would be able to see your eyes opening... unless you were having an out of body experience or something?
I started to cry and tears of blood went down my face. I told Draco to call Vampire. He did it with his blak Likin Park mobile. Butt the worst thing was who the ppl who were shot in the dream where… Lucian and Serious!111 This must be really serious, then... (Yes, horrible pun is totally intended).