Chapter 3.
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte {In 2008 Chralotte was the fastest moving girls name on the baby name chart. Fastest down}.
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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets {Ripped fishnets won't do you much good}. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book {Les Mis? Old Yeller?} while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner {That's a lot of eyeliner. Most eyeliner tubes have only about .05 of an ounce – that's way less than a ton. You go through about half the world's eyeliner every morning, Egogy?}. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. {Yet you always have worn it before… someone is lazy today.} I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too) {Wow. Two muggle bands in one night. Aren't there wizard goffic bands? Theoretically there should be.}, baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. {Double trouble!} When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived {You're not talking about Ebony, are you?}
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song). {Doesn't Ebony want to kill herself? Why would she listen to a song that's about someone being born? Well, I haven't listened to the whole song, because I'm a prep.}
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. {I wish I was related to him too, like Gerard.}
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees {Benji and Joel said "Oh no, it's the goffics again! Give them tees so they'll leave us alone!} . Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into…{I hope they're going somewhere full of spiders}… the Forbidden Forest! {Yay!}