Non-Parody Author's Note: I made Kenny Willow because there wasn't any other role for Kenny to play. And (spoilers!), Willow dies later (but then comes back, like Kenny), making it a perfect match. Also, since I'm Christian and am standing on thin ice as to whether I'll go to Heaven or Hell, any time the word "God" is accompanied by a swear, I'll replace it with something like "frog". "Oh my God" will be left unchanged. Now on to the crap!
AN: Fangz 2 deadlyhood555 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was cobalt blue and inside it was lavender velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
My friend, Kenny (AN: deadlyhood555 dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. He flipped his short blonde hair with black streaks and opened his oak-brown eyes. He put on his Marilyn Manson hoodie with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (white foundation and black eyeliner.)
"OMFD, I saw you talking to Kyle Broflovski yesterday!" he said excitedly.
"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.
"Do you like Kyle?" he asked as we went out of his house (we were havin a sleep over) and to the bus stop.
"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.
"Yeah right!" he exclaimed. Just then, Kyle walked up to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied flirtily.
"Guess what." he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert at Stark's Pond." he told me.
"Oh. My. Fucking. Frog!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.
"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.
I gasped.