Willow looked at the clock. It was almost time for her dinner date with Ethan. She gasped nonchalantly, realizing that by the time I finish explaining in detail what she's wearing, she might be late.
She got up off the couch, sighing depressively, her cold, dark eyes, which shone red from behind her red contacts that were red, reflected the dark, depressive, red hatred in her cold, dead, red heart. She went to go get ready for the dinner. She put on the skinniest skinny jeans she could find (she wanted to make a good impression, so only the best would do), she put on her favorite emo band shirt (she didn't recognize the band on the shirt, but it was so hardcore that she didn't even care. She had to buy it!), she tied up her black hair with pink streaks in them with a black ribbon, she put on so much eyeliner that it was beginning to streak down her sad face, and then she took a pen and drew a pentagram on her cheek (YOU know that's so hardcore, so any of you stupid haters get out! And Ophelia give me back my poster okay?) Because that's totally hardcore.
A few minutes later, Ethan came to pick her up. He was wearing a tight, plain black shirt. It was so tight that you could see the cuts from under his black sleeves. He wore lots of eyeliner, black fingernail polish, and you know, what he's wearing isn't as important as what I'm wearing, so let's just stop explaining that.
On the way to the restaurant, we listened to lots of great emo bands very loudly with the windows open. Some stupid preps were bothered by it, but I just turned it up louder and threw garbage at them.
When we got to the restaurant, we ate food and it sucked. It was so depressing, but then, Ethan heard something and stood up.
"We need to get out of here now," he sighed darkly.
"I didn't hear anything," I giggled depressively. But then, he suddenly grabbed me by the arm and quickly walked out, dragging me behind his monolithic body! "Let go of me you dumbass!" I shouted maniacally!
We got in his awesome car and drove really fast out of there and into the woods. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" I cracked. He just looked straight ahead, away from my gaze. I could see his eyes were dark, depressing and red with hate and anger that was red. It was so hardcore.
"I have powers to hear things that are really far away," he asked. "I heard something that may have hurt you, and my Spanish teacher told me that she would never do anything to hurt me."
I sighed gratefully. Then I hugged him.