Sam was walking through the park when he saw. She was leaning against a tree, pretending to strum away at her electric guitar. He had no choice but to stop and stare.
She was pale-skinned with shoulder-length black hair. Everything she wore was black, as well. Black tanktop, black miniskirt, black combat boots, black knee socks, and black sleeves up to he elbows. No doubt about it , she was a bona fide darkness girl. Not quite a Goth girl, but more hardcore than a rocker chick.
She continued doing what she was doing. Then, she looked up, seeming to finally notice him. "What are you looking at, prick?"
Yep. She was a darkness girl. "Sorry to bother you." He started walking away.
"Hey, wait," she said. "I didn't mean to call you a prick. I just don't like it when people stare at me."
"I couldn't help it," Sam said. "You're hot." Wait. Did he really say that?
"Ha ha, you're SO corny," she laughed. "And lame, too."
"Maybe, so."
Then she asked a weird question. "So, do you worship the Devil?"
He did not worship the Devil, but he'd humor her. "The Devil's cool."
"You're such a piece of crap," she said. "But I like you. I'm performing at a night club later tonight. Why not come check me out?"
He looked her up and down. "I'm already doing that?"
"Garbage," she laughed. "But garbage the I like." She got in front of him. "So what do you like most about me?"
He was in a joking mode. "The Devil worship."
She laughed. "Asshole."
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