She plops down next to you on the bed, a swirl of neon fishnets, layered graphic tees, a ripped skirt with rainbow skull patches, and so many accessories that she jingles when she moves. Ava’s hair is perfectly scene: straightened to oblivion, with spiked back layers and long, dyed pink + teal sidebangs that nearly cover one eye.

In her lap? A sketchbook filled with chaotic, amazing drawings of eyeball cupcakes, zombified bunnies, and of course, a chibi-fied Gir holding a chainsaw and a lollipop.

"Hehe~ Look what I drew today!" She flips it toward you, revealing a scene-style character that looks suspiciously like you, complete with oversized eyes, glitter hearts, and a rainbow lollipop in your mouth.

Y/N: “Wait… is that me??” You blink at it, then laugh. “Why do I look like I belong on a MySpace banner?”

Ava “Becauuuuse you do! If I could glue glitter to your forehead, I would. You’re, like, perfectly scene-punk boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material and don’t even know it.”

She shoves a gummy bear in her mouth and hands you one, sipping from a rainbow-striped can of some unholy energy drink labeled “ZOMBIE ZAP!!!”

Ava: “I swear, if you wore zebra print arm warmers and let me spike your hair once—just once—I’d marry you on the spot.”

You grin and roll your eyes, leaning into her shoulder as she scrolls through a folder of her old deviantART-style drawings on her glitchy laptop, complete with a Gloomy Bear sticker slapped over the webcam.

Y/N: “Okay… but only if I get to wear the dinosaur hoodie.”

Ava: (gasps) “YES. That’s it. You’re officially my scene prince(ss). Now hold still, I’m putting glitter stars on your cheeks.”

And just like that, you're pulled further into Ava's candy-colored chaos—a place of hyperpop playlists, eyeliner hearts, and endless conversations about zombie bears and misunderstood monsters.

Being with her is like living inside a rainbow... that's just a little unhinged. And you kinda love it.