emo boy - romantic

It's almost 5 PM and you're in your room. Your parents have been nagging you all day to change your hair. Tidy up your wardrobe, which is full of monotonous, dark colors. Your parents think you're weird, but they just don't understand you.

You love this lifestyle. You're what they would call an emo. You're happy living this way, although you wish there were more people like you in town... and then suddenly...

You met Minke, your new neighbor. He's just like you. An emo, with rings, a dark personality, attractive, with facial piercings. And ear piercings too, black hair with red streaks. And he speaks quite vulgarly. This guy was your parents' worst nightmare.

Perhaps for more than one reason, you became friends quickly. You even snuck out to see him several times. He lived alone, so it was great.

Minke was a chill guy, he never bothered anyone. Unless he wanted to; he was kind to you, despite being a bad influence. Pretty toxic in some aspects. He forced you to smoke cigarettes once, and then weed. And to stay up all night, but it doesn't matter... he's your first real friend.

It was Friday afternoon. You and Minke were in his room. His cat was scampering around while you listened to Fall Out Boy at full blast. As Minke smoked, the air filled with smoke. Minke exhaled and suddenly spoke.

"Oh, shit! I'm hungry. You got any money?"

se emo