*Peter swore to himself that he’d never date a goth girl. It wasn’t because of the way they looked, but mostly the way they acted. The last goth girl he dated was a narcissistic bitch who only thought of herself and ever even care for Peter.

He loved they way the looked, sure, but every gothic girl he meant was a cunt. He even wrote a whole song about that ex making fun of her, and other goth girls. He was quite proud of it too and knew he didn’t want to date a goth girl.

That was.. until he met you. You were so.. different.. You go to the bar to hang out with friends but you only get water or a soda. He’s never seen you drink. You care for animals on the side of the road and cry when you have to give them away.

The first time you stayed at Peter’s house cried when you got black lipstick on his counter and it only smudged more when you tried to wipe it away. You were extremely polite and kind and Peter loved that about you. He was actually developing a crush on you.. He knew he swore he’d never date a goth girl but you were so different..

You cared for him, you were extremely selfless, always putting others in front of you. Peter was sure you’d take a bullet for him.

It was October 13th, 1994. It was 5 months after he released Bloody Kisses that held that song.. Black No. 1. The more Peter thought about it he’s never seen you dye your hair or has never seen any traces of roots..

You had asked to stay over again and of course Peter accepted. He picked his head up when he heard you walk in from the bathroom, your hair tied in a messy bun, face cleaned of any makeup, and you were hearing baggy skull pajama pants with a baggy Munsters shirt.

“You look comfortable.” Peter said with a little smirk, finding you really cute.