Sam held out a sympathetic hand to Willow in her time of need. Willow turned her bashful head to meet his hopeless eyes. She extended her optimistic fingers to touch his eager arm. His jealous hair was shining darkly in the furious light of the stupid classroom.
His arm was cold…almost like…it…was…dead. Or something. Willow touched his betraying arm with her asthmatic fingers and quickly pulled them away. His arm was so cold. Almost like…it was…dead. Or something!
She pulled her hand back like an explosion. "You're so cold!" I grizzled. He turned his head to her in a slow, athletic, decadence. Willow didn't know how to react; I only knew Willow needed to only know how to stare at Slam with my dark, depressing eyes.
Scram didn't know what to say. This had happened to him so many other times before this time. He shed a tear, but instead of a regular clear one, this tear was black, and it had fire inside it and when it hit the ground it turned into a black rose.
This was a beautiful thing to Willow, and suddenly, I wasn't mad at Slam anymore. He didn't care that he was a vampire, like he said he was, he was so harcore, an adjective used to describe someone extreme or cool, that she, an emo girl with awesome style and hater of all you stupid preps, knew that he was a vampire and she knew it! But she didn't care because she loved him!
But then she remembered Ethan. He may have been really nice to her, but he was also a crocodile, and he was really hardcore. She got really sad about this and ran out the classroom to see Ethan. All the preps looked at her and she cried.
She ran into Ethan's math class (speaking of math, does anyone remember what the hell that stupid quadruped formula thing is? And Ophelia, where the hell is my sweater?) she was was crying dead tears of destruction.
"What's wrong?" Ethan ejaculated.
She "told" him what was wrong. All about Spam and the shy horror and glowing panic in her horrible, depressive life.
Could she love both of them?