Pete woke up two days later feeling exactly how he did a week ago, terrible. Everything was going to be so brutully conformist. That was until he came to school. When he stepped inside half the kids were all wearing black and gothic style clothing. He almost dropped his coffee but instead called Micheal.
"Hey." Micheal said over the phone.
"Bring the supplies." Pete told him.
"Why?" Micheal asked.
"It happened, all the fucking hipsters are stealing our thing, AGAIN!"Pete freaked before regaining his composer.
"OK I'm on my way." Micheal said before hanging up. About 5 minutes passed before Micheal arrived at school with Henrietta and Firkle.
"For the sake of Cuthulu, what happened?" Micheal said pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I don't know." Pete grumbled.
"I think I do." Henrietta pointed down the hall.
"Jimmy, this is sooooo cute, black is always in style." Heidi said to Jimmy.
"W-w-well I c-c-couldn't of done it w-without the help of W-wendy and Bebe." Jimmy replied.
Nearby the goths overheard, "Those sneaky little jews, always trying to one up me." Cartman muttered to Kenny who was standing and observing the invasion.
"I brought the supplies." Micheal said to the goths, the real goths.
"Alright but first we have to change..." Pete said. About 10 minutes passed and Pete, Micheal, Henrietta and Firkle were in 'poser clothes' also known as forever 21. Pete was in a long sleeve black and grey sweater vest with a white collared shirt underneath and to top it off a black bow tie and regular black pants. Micheal was wearing blue jeans and a varsity jacket with a 'M' on the front. Henrietta was wearing a plain white lace shirt with a plain black skirt. Firkle wore a regualr blue south park jacket and black pants. The plan was starting to take action. The four left the washroom and found each other at Pete's locker
"I can feel the conformist clothes soaking into my skin." Henrietta complained
"It's the only way that this is going to work." Micheal told her.
"Tonight we do it." everyone nodded and left to head to class before the bell rang.
Pete sat down at his seat in English, no one gave him a second glance he looked so, normal. The hipster goths walked into the classroom and sat down. Then they pulled out their books and began reading the fault in our stars, Pete swore he heard a sob. After a minute or two of face palming Mike strode into the room and sat down in front of Pete. It took about a minute to register before Mike spun around in his seat to look at Pete.
"What the fuck?" Mike said in the most disbelieving tone.
"Hmm?" Pete hummed.
"What are you wearing?" Mike said.
"Clothes?" want me to take them off? He did and didn't say.
"You look like a Calvin Klein commercial threw up on you, in a good way." Mike added the end quietly.
"Just felt like I needed a change." Pete said trying not laugh at the words that just leaped out of his mouth.
"You're wearing eyeliner, seriously what the fuck?" Mike said.
"You know changes are good for th-" Pete said before laughing. Mike looked at him quizzically.
"It's a part of a plan to get rid of these hipster goths." He said smiling before snapping back to his regular demeanor. 'I can not belive I just told him, fuck.'
"What do you mean by plan to get rid of the hipster goths, dont tell me you're going to ship them all to Scottsdale because first of all it would expensive secondly its un-original." Mike said.
"Yeah, that's why we have a newer easier plan. But it means I have to wear this for about a week." Pete said. 'why am I still talking to him.' Pete mentally sighed.
"I think that was the first time I've seen you smile, you should do it more." Mike's words were so cheesy a starving homeless man could eat it and be full for a week. A light pink tinged Pete's cheeks, it went by unnoticed. Just in time to save the awkward silence that was soon to fall the bell rang. The day went by surprizingly quick and before long it was 9:00pm.
"Is everything ready?" Pete asked.
"Yeah. Besides there aren't any security cameras the school's to cheap to get them and even if there's evidence there's only one incompetent police man that'd be sent to the scene." Micheal replied. The goths walked in their black suits and gloves to the back of the school. Firkle got out his supplies and began to pick the lock. On the first try the lock clicked. They were in.
"Firkle and I will take west wing, you two take east." Pete said. In about 10 minutes they're work had been completed. Tomorrow the school would see and the plan would be complete.
Hey, I know this chapter is pretty short but the next one will be much longer.