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You are in a Hot Topic, searching the goth romance dresses in the store. Nothing is really sticking out to you but you continue looking around anyway. Your mom is talking with friends at the mall's Starbucks and you don't want to be seen with her so you agreed that she'd call you when it was time to leave and you would go browse the stores while you wait.
Sometimes you run into people you know at the mall but that doesn't seem to be the case today. You search through all the black lacy dresses but they don't seem to stick out to you. You have enough black lacy dresses at home. You've dedicated your wardrobe to the goth fashion of the early 2000s. You feel that your clothing is the best way to express yourself because that's how stupid normal people judge others anyway, by how they look, so you make sure that they get the message: You hate all of them, all the normal people.
You don't watch American horror story but you bought a 'normal people scare me' tee-shirt anyway because you can relate to those words. How can people be so dumb as to not think about how others think. They just make fun of others for being different while they just talk about dumb boys and make jokes.
You get picked on at school by others because you're goth. It's hard because you're one of the smartest people in your school, not like with grades (which aren't even your fault your teachers just hate you and write tests on impossible shit anyway. If they were good teachers, they be able to teach you!) but you're smarter because you talk about intelligent things, unlike the other girls who are obsessed with boys and make-up. You like to talk about deep things like philosophy and you watch intelligent shows and listen to intelligent music from Japan. Japanese people are way more cultured, and you know you're better than everyone because you can appreciate that and other people just don't get it.
Today you are wearing a simple short black dress with knee length white socks with black skulls on them and you were also wearing some black combat boots. You continue to browse the Hot Topic when a boy walks in. He has a large mess or dark brown curls for hair, he's wearing a black MCR shirt and black skinny jeans. He has a necklace that's silver and looks like a seashell cut open. He's got black vans and looks a bit older than you. He's wearing a bit of black eyeshadow and black lipstick as well.
You are smitten, as if your dark cold heart that has never had an emotion before this day has kicked back to life like a zombie. But you are so nervous, you don't think a hot guy would even like a loser like you so just stare at him from afar.
The boy looks through all the band merch at the store. He picks out a Panic! At the Disco shirt. That's when you can't stand it anymore. You approach him.
"You like Panic! At the Disco!? No fucking way, they're like my fav band!" You say darkly. Your voice is bored sounding to show how emo you are.
"Oh yeah, they're pretty good i dont know." the boy says, his voice mirrors yours in the way he sounds like he's tired of living... just like you.
"My names [y/n], What's yours?" You mumble just clear enough for you to expect a response.
"Oh, it's Dan. I'm in a band." He replies, looking away from you.
"Do you have a tumblr? Mine is [your blog url]. I blog about how depressed I am, and like about bands and stuff..." You mutter, hoping Dan gets that you really like music since you have a blog about depressing bands.
"oh cool, I don't have a tumblr, but like I have a skype if you like wanna hit me up sometime." Dan responded emotionlessly.
Just then you hear the familiar sound of the first few keys of Welcome to the Black Parade and just this once dreaded it. It was your ring tone, your mom was calling you.
"Yeah mom what is it!?" You can't believe your mom cut off your conversation with this cute boy.
She tells you that she's done talking with her friends and it's time to go home. You hang up before she tells you how her day with her friends went.
"I'm sorry, it's just my stupid mom. I have to go." You say to Dan all upset.
"That sucks man. I'll look for you on skype... I guess." Dan mutters through his black, ever frowning lips.
"ok, bye." you hurry out of the store and meet your mother at the entrance. You look at her angrily and she looks annoyed at you. The two of you go back to your house. You storm up to your room and look in the mirror.
You can't believe that you met this cute boy before you even dyed that red streak into your hair that you wanted to. You start crying and put your ipod into your speakers playing some old Fall Out Boy songs and Simple Plan. This boy will never love you now. Life is so unfair, nothing ever goes your way. You're so depressed, the first time you ever liked anyone and there's an absolute 0% chance that he's ever going to like you back.
You lie down and listen to music for an hour while thinking about that boy. You hear your mom call you from your room to have dinner so you go to the bathroom to wash off your tear smudged make-up. You eat your dinner, it was flavorless and bland, just like the rest of the world besides you and the boy you met.
That night you decide to actually try to talk to him again. You open your laptop, and admire your desktop picture of Brandon Urie from the Girls/Girls/Boys video, and then you open Skype. You search for all the Dans in your area until you find one with the MCR logo profile picture.
You send him a friend request but it seems he is offline. You can't believe it. You can never have anything the way you want it in this world.
You start crying again, you then put on your black and pink striped pajamas and go to sleep.
The next day your friend calls you at 11 am. The sound of your phone wakes you up from your sleeping-in.
"myeah what." You state rather than ask. Your tone is unfriendly, you feel like a dragon that has been woken up from a thousand year slumber.
"Hey my mom's giving me a ride to the mall if you wanna come with." Your friend Malissa says. Malissa is a scene kid you know from school. You think she's pretty cool but she doesn't really 'get' you. She's random and does a lot of weird things and it bothers her that you're so depressed all the time but her mom gives your rides to the mall a lot and they sometimes invite you over for sleepovers that are pretty fun so you like her.
Plus you watch the same animes and she teaches you how to draw good anime characters sometimes.
"okay like when?" you mumbled.
"Like, I don't know, soon?" She answered. Again, she never gives specifics but you don't have any plans anyway.
"okay." You say as you hang up and put on an MCR tour shirt with a black miniskirt. You clip on a chain into two belt loops after putting in a black belt with metal squares on them. You put on some black fishnets and one black fingerless glove. You put a red bow in your hair and put on black eyeliner and blood red lipstick on your bottom lip and black on the top. You want to look cute in case you run into that boy again.
You go upstairs, your room is in the basement. Your mother is sitting in the living room and she's on her laptop, probably reading some kind of article about the economy or something dumb thing like that.
"I'm going to the mall with Malissa today." you told her.
"hm, okay, but we need to talk about your friend Malissa honey, I don't think she's a good example..." Your mom started with this crap again. She's always blaming all the stuff you like for you not being a dumb shallow person like everyone else. She'll never understand you.
"whatever." You respond, you hate being trapped in this hellhole of with household.
there's a knock at the door and you answer it. It's your friend Malissa. She's wearing a shirt with Gir from Invader Zim on it and a green and purple tutu. She's also wearing a bowler hat and purple converse shoes.
"Hey! Are you ready to go?" She asks you.
"yeah, I guess." You respond, her cheerfullness really bothers you, its like she doesn't even realize how terrible the world is, but some people choose to live like that you guess.
The two of you rode in Malissa's mom's car to the mall. Her mother left and said she'd be back to pick you up in the evening before dinner. The two of you head to the food court.
Malissa and you both get some pizza for lunch. afterwards the two of you get some soda from the local grocery store. They have a brand that Malissa likes so you skip out on the food court drinks.
After drinking the sodas while sitting on a bench outside, the two of you go to the Hot Topic. Malissa's mom gave her some money and she wanted to buy ANOTHER Invader Zim Merch T-shirt.
Just then someone walked into the store.
It was him!