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AN: Crowe pls cum bak im sry I med u kizz gost pepr I no u liek lerry(ew) but dats ok I luv u anywey (not liek dat!) pl bttr riter den me
PS sry i wuz bzy and didnt update
"A goff is never late nor is he early, he arrives prezisley wen he mens too" - dumbly dork or wuteve i didnt watch startrek.
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"I'm not sure about a makeover. I like how I look." Petunie said prepily.
"You like My Chemical Romance," I said confusedly. "You like Three Days Grace. You aren't a prep, you're Goff. Why do you dress like you're a prep?"
"I dress like what makes me happy. It's not how you look but how you see yourself that's important."
"how do u see yourself?"
"I see me." She cheered.
"I'm confused." I whispered confusedly. I was puting streaks of ice blue in her noaw black hair. "Anywey your new name is Pershephon3."
"Is the three silent?"
I applied ice blue lipstick to her pretty lips to match the streeks in her hair. They were glossy and soft and I stared at dem for a while.
"Void?"
I snaped out of it. "Oh sorry yeah. Anyway, ur name now makes u super Goff. It's like the god of the underworld's wif."
Petusephone nodded. "If you wanna call me that. Shakespeare said, 'a rose by any other name -'."
"Ugh, that's so nerdy. Like preppy but worst." I roll my eyes. "U can't just quote Shaq Spear or whatever."
"Shakespeare is cool! You'd love Macbeth! It has witches and murder and ghosts."
It did sound pretty Goff. "I'll rent a tape."
She giggled. "Its a play, silly. You see it in person."
"You can't sound so preppy and excited. You gotta sound Goff."
"All these rules sure make being goth seem like, well, what's the word I hear? Like you're being a poser. Wouldn't this make me a poser?"
"No, because u r Goff! And if u weren't, it would be really bad 4 me to be scene with u."
"Is that why your butler is goth?"
"Leave Bartlebey out of dis! He's Goff becuz that's who he iz!" I snaped.
"Whoa, okay, reel it back. I didn't mean to get personal." She said, raising an eyebrow at me. it made me feel all... badlike.
"I'm sorry. Bartlebey is all I have left of my parents."
"Oh, like a Batman situation?"
"a... what?"
"Batman?"
"Who's batman?" I asked interestedly.
"you really don't know? It's this guy whose parents were murdered"
"Like Uno's?"
"No. not in a Hot Topic by a semi-truck. More um... more random. just small crime turned violent. They left him everything but he was just a kid. he didn't want money. he wanted his parents back. they were rich though and he had this butler who raised him."
"why is he called batman? is he part bat? that's really goff."
"No. He's called batman because he was scared of bats, and he was facing his fear, I think."
"thats dumb."
"he wears a black cape and mopes a lot. his parents were murdered. he beats up criminals and everything he has is bat-themed and all black."
"thats goff."
"Yeah. I thought you might think so." She smirked. "We'll rent a tape and watch it something. The comics are better, though."
"Oh. Comics. You're not a prep, you're a nerd."
"Does that matter?"
I shook my head. "nerds are better than preps."
"Sure, whatever you say. It all means the same thing to me, anyway."
"so have u ever dated a girl before?"
"Her name was Esther. It was very brief. she was too serous for me. she felt like she had all these responsibilities to live up to and me? i just wanna write boyz in the sink fanfics."
"hey not that i care or listen to dat preppy band but doeznt dat one guy look like lerry?"
"He kind of does!" she laughed. "how weird. I'll have to tell him that."
"Yeah." I looked at her longly. she was so goth and pretty, but i regretted dying her hair.
"everything look ok?"
"yeh. yeah. sorry." i said flustered. i hated myself more dan usual. i felt stupid and embarassed. pursephinny was so pretty before and she still waz but she just looked like a pozer now. "do... u like it?"
"I can't tell. You don't have a mirror." she whispered in an amuzed voise.
"oh thats becuz im a vampire. srry. bartlebey might have 1. he's also a vampire tho."
"that's okay, I trust you."
i wish she didn't. i wish she didnt trust me and i didn't fuck up her pretty red hair. she didnt look like herself anymoar. it wasnt hot it wasnt goffik and i hated it.
"Void?"
"your turn." i sed suddenlee.
"My... turn?"
"to do my makup. u can... do me."
"oh. ok." she said, fluttering her long mascara'd lashes at me in confusion. "are you sure? i don't know how to do goth looks."
"i dont care. just... do it." i switched spaces with pershoftbally and she smeeled pretily at me and asked "what kind of makeover?"
my hart was ponding and my breathes were really fast. "whatever u think would look gud."
"you sure?" she asked, and eyeballs looked over at the scissors on the veinity. "i give good hair cuts. i bet youd pull off a pixie cut."
i wanted2 sey no but i couldnt. i turned away to where i would keep a mirror if i had one but i didnt and i sed,
"I trust you."
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