Meeting You

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Goth POV

"Hey, wake up! You need to wake up!" Someone was screaming in my ear. "Ugh get off me!" I told them. "You're awake!"

"What's going on?"

"I...I don't know. I got hit by some jerks and you got angry and...you started...melting? Into a ...a...a black hole?... You told them never to touch me and... after they were gone...you passed out... I didn't realize till then... but somehow... you got stabbed."

"Shit. Dad's gonna kill me. Are you alright kid? I just don't like bullies."

"I'm fine. You need a doctor though."

"Whatever. What's your name kid?"

"P... Palette. "

"Cool, I'm Goth."

"N...Nice to meet you Goth. Can we be friends?"

"Sure."

"OK. Let me get you some help though." Palette pulls out a rainbow phone with a little star chain on it.

"Don't use yours use mine."

"OK."

"Get in my contacts."

"OK."

"Call my dad."

"OK."

3 minutes later

"Goth! Let's get you home so I can heal you."

"Alright can Palette come to?"

"Fine, so long as he doesn't get in my way"

"I promise I won't."

"Fine."

(Don't mind the bad grammar and stuff it's a bit of an older story. I'm fixing the horrendous stuff, but I'm mostly just going to continue it.)

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