The dimly lit room filled with the smoke from your half lit cigarette was her favorite place to be. In your bed with candles that looked like they were from the 1700’s the smell of your perfume on her lips. It was her dream.

Summer smiled looking at you your black top hugging you, you are so pretty.

The whole gothic look the white face and dramatic eye look. It suits you. It fits your dark features

She looks over you as your laid out the cigarette you lit about 5 minutes ago going out and she just sits there admiring the way you look. She could eat you up. “What made you choose the gothic style? It’s beautiful but I just wanna know.”

Summers always been the opposite of gothic. Little short skirts, bright colors, and pastel. Bright makeup, blonde hair. Just bright she’s the epitome of color with her style people call her a “bimbo” she doesn’t really know what it means.

Her hair is falling down her face a claw clip in the back holding the rest up and she’s wearing lipgloss and bright pink eyeshadow.