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She was just a goth, just a simple girl who loves black. She belongs in a club called, 'The Goo Goo Club'. The rules of the club are, 'Don't mix with the bunnies', 'Never wear pink' and...

'Never fall in love'.

She never breaks the rules, not even once. The reasons are, 'She is a loner', 'She hates pink' and 'Not a single boy will ever talk to her'. Each time her friend asked her, "Hey, got a boyfriend yet?" she would shook her head and muttered, "Never."

The truth was, she is really romantic! Even though she is a goth, she reads shoujo mangas, really. She might act cold, harsh in front of people but at home, she is really a crybaby!

Nobody knows her true personality. Nobody, except him. He found out by accident.

It all started in a Friday afternoon,

Mikan POV (Point of View)

It was another goth meeting, where all the loner and sadist people came to discuss about some sort of 'problems'.

The meeting was held at 'Food Market' basement. We name it 'The Blood Market'. We goths aren't just ordinary emos who just wants to be alone. We lived in a society different from others. It isn't just the accessories or the dresses, we practice a ritual each year, more like black magic. But I'm not really interested in these supernatural stuff, you know why? Because...

It's so damn scary!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the dark nor the scary pale faces. It's the way they chant! It's like their murmuring some secret curse!

When it have ended, I heaved a sighed of relief. I could hardly breathe in there!

As I said my goodbyes to my other gothic friends, I headed straight home by foot. It's just a short walk back home.

I was so busy daydreaming about what types of mangas I should read later on that I bumped into something...wait, I meant someone!

I looked up and saw a pair of crimson eyes staring back at me. "What?" I grumbled, rubbing my butt.

"Polka-dotted.." he mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

He stares at me straight in the eyes. "Polka-dotted...panties. Cute.."

I blinked at him a few times. Seconds later, I realised what he meant. I screamed at him and...started crying.

End .