In all actuality Jesus of Suburbia was pretty drunk and stoned when he saw Gloria at the party again. She looks like some sorta dark angel down here, he thought, angel, pretty angel.

Then he remembered. Ah shit! She has a boyfriend, that guy from the riot on the boulevard. But the girl is so pretty! it ain't fair.

He made his way to the couple, and, in his drunkenness, spilled the words out of his mouth. "Hey! Your girlfriend is kinda sexy."

"I think you had a little to much of... well, everything," Christian observed. "Gloria, you might get offended and it won't be his fault. It's the substances he's been abusing."

"Seriously though, she's hot enough to be a very successful hooker. And don't take offence to this, but if she was a hooker I'd pay for her no matter how much she charged," Jesus scanned her as if she were wearing something really skimpy and holding a metal pole.

Christian was very offended by this, "How the hell do you expect me not to take offence to that? You're calling my girlfriend a whore!"

"A potential whore," Jesus corrected, "and I don't take offence to it whenever someone tells me that."

"I'm leaving the area. I absolutely hate it when people talk about me like I'm not here," Gloria butted in and left.

It wasn't long before she found Jesus of Suburbia's girlfriend.

"So, did the junkies scare you? Or was it the potheads?" she asked Gloria.

"Your boyfriend was just being an asshole," Gloria answered.

"Well, that's what he does best. That and..." she trailed off, stuck in a memory, "I bet he still has those photos...."

"Do I really wanna know what that's supposed to mean?"

"We lost our virginity, well, at least, I know I did. And the whole time he had his camera and took pictures of the whole thing. As far as I know, he's the only one who saw them. What guy would want other people, other guys in fact, to see naked pictures of his girlfriend?" and silence hung in the air. "So, when did you?"

"Huh?"

"When did you lose your virginity?"

"I never did," Gloria admitted. "Personal choice, no one's forcing me to. Waiting for the right guy, you know?"

"Could that guy who obviously loves you be 'the right guy'?"

"Well, Christian's sweet. He acts like I'm a goddess and he is not worthy to be in my presence. He helped me when I needed it most. I guess he could be...." Gloria mumbled, starting to get red in the face. And then she remembered something. "Jesus cant remember your name?"

"No, he can't. So he calls me Whatsername. Well, it's better than the other pet-names he gave me. Barbie and Bubblegum and stuff like that."

Meanwhile, Christian was pouring insults on Jesus of Suburbia, "You said Gloria could be a prostitute! How could you? She's better than that! She doesn't even look like one."

"All I'm saying is that you girlfriend is freakin hot. In California it's kinda a compliment," Jesus explained as if Christian was a retard.

"She's so beautiful. She really deserves better than me. She's not like the other girls. She's fighting for what she believes in. She has all these theories about the corruption. She knows what she's up against and she is absolutely unique," he couldn't help smiling at the thought of her.

"Well she's like my girlfriend in that rebellious way," Jesus couldn't help butt in.

"What is her name anyway?" Christian asked.

"I dunno, she won't tell me. It started with a d, I remember that."

"That's messed up, you can't even remember her name?"

"Change the subject before I get real pissed off at you. What were you saying about Gloria?"

"Well, she's prepared for anything, even a nuclear winter. She constantly looks like she's escaping something. She's willing to starve for the kids whose ribs are showing. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and support herself. She's this outcast because she wants to be. Se will fight for the better of everyone. She's just...perfect," Christian smiled his loving smiled.

He started to think about Gloria. She plays her music the day before the apocalypse. She thinks anyone can keep their innocence, even me. She'll survive the apocalypse and help anyone who needs it. She is a war, fighting for the unheard voices. A hurricane destroying the corruption.

"Well, she doesn't sound like a prostitute," Jesus of Suburbia concluded.

And they laughed.

----

Hours ticked by and it was getting dark. Whatsername fell asleep on the hood of Jesus of Suburbia's car. They were kissing until she passed out.

Jesus scanned her as if she were a statue and he was checking for authenticity. They're real, he joked to himself. "Better get her home or her folks will track me down," he told Christian and Gloria, "It's eleven-thirty, you might wanna go home too." with that, Jesus of Suburbia piled Whatsername in his car and drove away.

"I think he's right, Gloria. You wanna go?"

"Yeah, I hope nothing too exciting happened while we were gone."

Ironic.