"Come"
Said Etan.
"We must go."
All of the sudden, he swooped her onto his elegant muscular emo back and burst through the classroom window and onto a tree. It was so beautiful and pretty up in the high branches of the sky that Willow sighed and some tear drops dropped on Ethans shoulder that was covered by a black tight hardcore band shirt that matched his tight dark purple skinny jeans and converse and band bracelet.
"Oh Ethan, it is so-"
But she couldn't speak because she was so flabbergasted that her breath was gone.
"I know, right? Now let us away."
And all of the sudden we were flying through the air and he landed at his house in the middle of the woods.
Willow gasped. It was beautiful. It was incredible since she was such an agelast that he had impressed her. His house was huge like a castle-mansion and all black and park purple and dark red like blood everywhere.
"I want to prove to you that I love you, more than that brevirostrate Sam boy ever could so I brought you here, everything that is mine is yours, including what's left of my heart."
"Oh Ethan, he doesn't have a short nose."
Willow said all exasperated.
"But prove to me than, because I do not know what to think, This is all so horrible! I need someone to-"
But Eathan cut her off and took her and and gave her a tour of the house that made her forget all about the world except Eathen and then she realised how beautiful he really was. The last room was the bedroom, it was so gothic and beautiful. It had a huge black metal bed with little skulls and stuff in it, and the blankets and pillows were all black silk, and the walls were the darkest purple and were depressing and the floor was also black as was the ceiling and everything else. There were red candles everywhere that dripped blood. It was so beautiful I cried a tear of darkness because it was so wonderful.
"I cannot keep this basorexia inside any longer."
Eathen said with a depressing voice.
He pulled her to him and they started making out.
Willow thought the cataglottism was wonderful and dark, but maybe because she had always been a cheiloproclitic.
Suddenly they were on the bed making out and about to do it when the door burst open.
"NO"
Sam screamed, black tears and roses and fuscoferuginous thorns cascading down his pale depressing cheeks.
"DON'T DO THIS WILLOW."
"But why not? I love him and he is not jumentous."
I said slowly, not knowing what to think.
"Neither am I... because... I... LOVE YOU!"
I gasped.