Broken Arrow

I waited out the front in a Vengeance University t-shirt Zacky had given me for my Birthday a few years ago which I had cut into a tank, teamed with a pair of ripped style black denim shorts, black fishnet tights and my black combat boots. My red hair tumbled down in messy waves since I'd let it air dry today, and a small black leather backpack was slung over my shoulders.

Kiki's Cherry Red '75 Chevy Caprice Classic rolled up the driveway, all polished windows and leopard print seat covers, the silver chrome handles glinting in the mid-afternoon sunlight. Demi was riding shotgun, but jumped out as soon as the car stopped, jumping into the back seat beside Trixie. I got into the passenger seat and Kiki backed out of the driveway.

"Where to?" Kiki asked.
"Hollywood, baby!" Trixie cheered, throwing her arms in the air.
"Why Hollywood?" I questioned.
"I got plans for this afternoon." Demi said.
"Such as?" I pressed.
"Not telling." She smirked. "It's a surprise."
"Oh god." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to suffer some form of mild pain today, aren't I?" I knew her games.
"Possibly, if you're a little bitch about it."

We arrived at CityWalk an hour later, and Kiki parked in an underground parking lot. The four of us got out, me feeling out of place and inferior in my low-end, bargain bin clothing beside the other girls, who looked like they'd stepped out of a Rock 'n' Roll orientated fashion magazine.

Trixie wore her signature leather jacket embellished with various patches of 80's glam bands, the collar almost completely covered in badges. A leopard print under bust corset hugged her waist over a black halter neck. Black skinny jeans hugged her legs and she'd topped off the outfit with leopard print heels to match her corset. Her jet black hair flowed down in soft waves to her waist.

Demi wore a cute red 50's style swing dress covered in white polka dots, with a waist length black leather jacket complete with studded collar over the top of it. She teamed it with a simple pair of black pumps on her feet. Her blue-black hair was styled in curls and wore a red bow hairclip made of faux-leather.

Kiki, and I should mention by now that her real name was Krista; wore a Metallica shirt under a leather vest, ripped black jeggings and knee-high lace-up boots. Her fire-poker straight hair hung down to her hips in a curtain of medium brown locks.

Krista stopped and turned, Demi and Trixie continuing on ahead. "You okay?" She asked me.
"Yeah." I muttered.
"What's wrong?"
"I just feel out of place next to you girls." I admitted.
"How so?" Krista giggled, baffled.
"You've all got killer style, and your clothes must've cost a fortune." I explained.
Krista snorted. "No, it's a lot of DIY and vintage." She grinned, grabbing my hand. "C'mon, I'll show you."
"Okay." I smiled awkwardly.
"By the way." She added as we caught up to the others. "Like the car?"
"The Shark?" I giggled.
"You've seen Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas then?"
I nodded.
"The boys are borrowing it for the video shoot." She said. "The whole concept of the video is based upon Fear and Loathing."
"No way!" I exclaimed. "Coolest fucking idea, ever!"
"My thoughts exactly." She laughed. "I have a feeling we're gonna get along, if you're a Johnny Depp fan."
"Please." Demi snorted. "What woman in her right mind ISN'T a Johnny Depp fan?"
"Good point." I chuckled.
"See?" Krista smiled, lightly punching my arm. "No need to feel out of place, you'll fit in just fine."
"Who's bitching about not fitting in?" Demi asked.
"Ruby said she feels outta place among us." Krista explained.
"Really bitch?" Demi asked, cocking an eyebrow. "We've been friends for how long?"
"Just watch this one." Trixie piped up suddenly. "She might fist your ass when you're not looking."
"No, that's just you, baby." Demi flirted playfully, batting her eyelashes at Trixie and giving her a creepy gremlin smirk.
"Okay, Demi, you've always been a fucking freak." I snorted. "But that's a new one."
"I WILL FIST ALL THE BUTTHOLES!" Demi yelled as we entered the mall.
Everybody around us stopped and stared.
"WHAT CUNT?!" She shouted. "YOU WANNA GO?!"
They all went back to their business.
"That's what I thought." She said, pouting with satisfaction.
"Yeah... I see why she and Jimmy are so compatible." Krista snorted.
"Oh goodness." I sighed, shaking my head. "She's not changed one bit."

***


"Nigga tits!" Demi called out while she shopped in H&M.
"Demi! Stop calling that out in public!" I snapped, walking over to her.
"Suck, my, dick." She retaliated. "You wanted a leather jacket?" She handed me a black one off the rack.

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"How exactly am I gonna pay for this?"
"The whole point of this trip was to spoil you." Krista smiled, coming to Demi's side, sifting through the rack. "Ohh, this is nice." She grinned, pulling a bright pink one in the same design as the black off the rack.
"You hate pink." Demi cringed.
"She doesn't." Krista smiled, gesturing toward me.
"Black's just fine, I have nothing to wear with that." I explained.
"Oh, but you will." Krista reassured me.
"Would she like this?" I heard Trixie say, and looked over to see her holding up a black t-shirt.
I walked over and looked at it. It was printed with a tribal-looking skull.

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"It's not bad." I nodded.
"Demi said you like skulls and shit."
"Yeah."
"What are we even doing in here, then?" Krista snorted. "H&M's hardly her style, c'mon." She grinned, taking my hand again.

Demi and Trixie took the jackets and t-shirt to the counter and paid for them as Krista dragged me out of the store and into Hot Topic. I'd shopped that place into the ground, but in Hollywood, I was willing to give it another chance. I screeched as I spotted something from a clothing range I knew all too well and ran over to where it hung.

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"They have Abbey Dawn stuff here!" I gasped.
"You want?" Krista chuckled.
"YES PLEASE!"
"Alright." She grinned, sifting through for a Small and pulling it down from the rack.

***


Two hours later, we left Hot Topic with at least eight bags filled to the brim with just about every skull and skeleton-print item they had in stock, along with a Cherri Bomb band shirt Trixie had spotted. I felt bad about having all the money spent on me, but Demi had assured me they could cover it.

"So, where are we off to now?" I asked as we placed the last of the bags inside the trunk of The Shark.
"To get fuckin killed." Krista snorted, closing it.
"That's comforting." I frowned.
"Just trust us." Demi smiled, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And don't fucking cry like a bitch."
"Now I'm worried." I mumbled.
"Just get in the fucking car!" Trixie laughed.

We got in and Krista carefully backed out of the parking lot. She slotted a familiar looking disk into the car stereo as we drove, she skipped to track 6 and as soon as I heard the intro to "Eternal Rest" blare out of the speakers, I knew it was Avenged Sevenfold's Waking The Fallen album. The guys had written and recorded this album shortly before I moved away. Unfortunately, I was long gone by the time they performed it on Warped Tour...

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