||My Immortal Partner MST: 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.
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. 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.
Blah blah blah blah blah. Seriously, half of this story is Enoby getting dressed.
I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists.
But she doesn't die, 'cause she's a vampire!
I read a depressing book 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.
So much, she looked like a raccoon. Or a panda. Or a ferret.
Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway.
Gee, I bet she felt pretty silly when she found out she didn't need it.
I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I'm sure Good Charlotte doesn't encourage this behavior in order to prepare for their concerts.
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),
Two big name bands performing at once? That's cool, I guess.
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.
"Even though I'm super stoked, I'm still going to sound depressed."
"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.
THIS IS ILLEGAL, YOU KNOW.
DRUGS ARE BAD, M'KAY?
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
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).
"Joel is so ******** hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"Oh no, he's hot!"
"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.
"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 ******** Duff. I ******** hate that little b***h." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
Oh come on, she's not that ugly.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer
THIS IS ILLEGAL, YOU KNOW.
... You're going to do that every time they do something illegal, aren't you.
and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!
DUN DUN DUN.
· Mon Jun 11, 2012 @ 09:51pm · 0 Comments