Outgoth The Goth

Chapter 4 - A Dinner Date ?

After lunch, Camila thought of her impending evening out with Wednesday. She felt torn about it. Deep down she'd rather be with Lauren. For a while, Camila was even thinking of canceling on Wednesday.

Just before the last class of the day, Camila spotted Lauren at her locker and decided to go over. Lauren had seemed to have been in a bad mood since lunch and Camila wanted to see if she was better.

"Hi Lauren." Camila said cheerfully.

Lauren who had just shoved a book in her locker, slammed it shut and turned around. There was a distinct scowl on her face.

"What do you want Cabello !" Snapped Lauren, in a rather harsh fashion.

Not expecting the harsher than normal reply, Camila took a step back. "I was just saying hi."

"Well you did, now get lost."

At that moment, Camila decided to go out with Wednesday.

"Lauren, I was just.....nevermind." Camila said, before she turned and walked off.

Watching Camila suddenly just give up and walk off, Lauren banged her head against her locker.

"Fuck!" Lauren hissed. before storming off.

After the last class, Camila was at her locker when Wednesday walked up.

"Camila, thank you for agreeing to go out. Would it be Ok, if I picked you up at 6:30. We can eat and go to the mall."

Camila smiled. "Sure, that will give me time to clean up and change. I live at 2350, West Carmilla Avenue.

"Good, see you then."

Camila went home, washed up and put on a nice blue dress. It wasn't a date, but Camila certainly got vibes that it could be one. She was odd, scary and beautiful, not to mention interested.

At 6:30 on the dot, the doorbell rang. Camila who was all ready to go, opened the door to find Wednesday standing there.

"Are you ready?"

"Sure, let's go."

Walking out the door, Camila briefly paused to see Wednesday's car was a somewhat beat up 1979, Black Cadillac hearse.

"My apologies for the car Camila."

Camila shrugged. "No worries, you drive what you can some days."

"Yes, most unfortunate that my brand new hearse developed a transmission problem. Again I'm sorry for the poor condition of the car. Though you'd be interested to know it does have an entertainment connection, of which I think you'd be very interested." Wednesday remarked as they walked to the car and opened the door for Camila.

"What?" Said Camila, her curiosity peaked.

"It was the hearse that carried Fred Astaire to the cemetery after he had died."

Camila's eyes opened wide. "Ooohhh....I love Fred Astaire. He's one of my favorite actors. His dancing looked so effortless."

Wednesday got in the car and started to drive. "It needs some body work, my brother Pugsly was using it to see how fast our neighbor could run."

"Like timing or pacing him for something, like a race or something like that."

"It was a race of sorts. Let's just say he lost, but enough of that. Are you ready for a great evening?"

The rest of the drive was pleasant and they arrived at the restaurant in no time. They grabbed a booth and made themselves comfortable.

"So Camila, Have you written many songs?"