You now started to appreciate your job at Spencer’s. The one emo boy who would come into your store, go in the back to be immature with his friends, then purchase a few band shirts.

He’s got the kind of look to make you freak! That black dyed hair and My Chemical Romance on his tee. If you said he wasn’t hot, then you’d be lying. And he was so coy every time you’d drop hints at wanting him, bragging about him being in a band.

He might not look like he gets girls, but you knew he was holding 11 inches.

He sets his selected shirt on the counter. “I’d like these shirts.” This guyliner was more prominent today.