Each day after she complimented my shirt, she came in wearing a band shirt shirt.
One day it was Metallica.
Another day it was Grateful Dead.
Yesterday it was Slipknot.
Today, it was The Misfits
I was so amazed at the fact she wore a Misfits tee, I ran home to tell Luke.
"Mate, why are you obsessing over this girl? It's been two months."
It's been 67 days. Not including the days I didn't see her.
"I don't see the big deal, she's the epitome of perfect," I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"If you're little gothic goddess is so perfect, what's her name?" Luke asked chugging a bottle of water.
I stood in complete shock, mindlessly staring into space.
I had realized, I didn't even know her name.
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"Her" || m.g.c.
Fanfiction"What's your name?" "I'm not telling you. I don't trust you." "Then what the hell am I supposed to call you?" "Call me Her."
