My Immortal

Chapter Three

An: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! Odderwise fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reviews! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Charlotte.
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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. Then I put on the black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnets 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 while I wait for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank somehuman 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), 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 to 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 andMarilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. 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, your covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cut your cords, hands to your mom She sets you free into this life." Sang Joel (I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"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 then 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 Hillary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went 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. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back to Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into...... The Forbidden Forest!