We leave for the festival in two days time, which is probably why Daphne and I are running around like headless chickens. See, we’re not like Brian. We don’t have vast amounts of clothes. Sure I have a few expensive items and my cargo pants but come on! This is a rock festival, I can hardly go around in what I’d wear to Babylon. So we ended up here. Hot Topic, a place I’ve never set foot in, let alone bought something from it. All because Brian doesn’t like it. Well tough shit to him! I bet the assistants can tell we’ve just stepped in off Liberty Avenue considering I’m in black cargos with a tight red and black shirt that bares my lower stomach, looking very much the twink. Daphne looks like she’s been dressed by Emmett, in blue jeans with purple leopard print patches and a short sleeved blue zip up top with fishnet on it. But said assistants are hot. I’d definitely fuck them, but I don’t think Daph would be too amused if I ditched her just for that. Sheepishly, I approach the t-shirt stand, admiring the ones with slogans and profanities. Yup, Brian will have a cow. Snickering to myself, I grab a handful of the shirts before attacking the bondage pants. Ohh and the drainpipes, I’ve always wanted a pair of them. And some shoes. And accessories. And a few studded belts. Two hours, a trip to the hair salon and $400 of Brian’s money later, we emerge from our shopping expedition, matching grins on our faces. Our next stop is the diner to show ourselves off. My eyebrow is throbbing, so is my nipple. I’d just had both pierced (or in the nipple’s case, re-pierced) and was anxious to get the initial reaction of Brian out the way. Even Daphne seemed to have second thoughts as she opened the door to reveal the whole gang. Great. Heaving a dramatic sigh, I lug my bags in and drop into one of the stool in front of the counter with my back to Brian, looking up as Debbie stands in front of me. Brown eyes meet blue and I swear she’s going to give herself a heart attack. “S-S-SUNSHINE!?” I wince as she shrieks my nickname in my ear, a series of ‘huh’s’ coming from the booth behind us. Daphne giggles, earning a smack in the side as Emmett swoops over, “Oh my God! Baby!?” The gang looks vaguely impressed by my new look. Blowing strands of black hair out my kohl lined eyes I grin, “That’s me!” I say cheerily. Michael’s look resembles his mothers. “Chanders! What the fuck did you do to my twink!?” Uh…shit? I glance at Brian and to say he doesn’t look amused would be the understatement of the century. He looks ready to kill my now pink haired friend. Who in turn, looks ready to run away. “C’mon Bri, chill…”, I say, sliding off the seat to try and calm him before he looses it. Wait, did I just say chill!? Oh God. He looks down at me and I once again resort to the puppy eyes. “You can’t kill Daphne anyway. If you did, I’d leave you and then who’d save you from the horny females at Download?” I point out, ever the voice of reason I am. He seems to take this into account before grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me out the diner, barely giving Michael and Em enough time to thrust my bags into my hands before we’re gone and I’m being pushed into the Corvette roughly, the door being slammed behind me. “Jeez Bri, it’s only a color change and a piercing…” I grumble, looking over at him as he starts up the car. “I know, but if I didn’t leave there now, I was liable to bend you over the table and fuck you there…” Ahhh, it all makes sense now….I think.