For some reason Miguel hadn't been able to find Shelley at all the last week at school. He checked up and down the halls, even entering his classes late at times in hopes to get a peek at her but nothing. Suddenly it was the last day before the Christmas break and Miguel was panicking slightly. Sure, he knew where she frequented at time out of school but there was a karate tournament the first week of break and then his mother and sensei wanted to go away as a family the next week so he wouldn't have time to see her, even if she wanted to see him. After all he hadn't seen her even while looking for her so maybe she was ignoring him for all he knew.

As almost all hope was lost Miguel saw Shelley. Quickly he ran down the hall, dodging every other person in hopes of catching her before she disappeared on him. He saw her round a corner and thought it was now or never. Clutching his present for her he continued running until he was behind her. "Sh..." he tried to speak, realizing he was more out of breath than he expected. "Shelley," he tried again, his voice coming out breathlessly. "Merry Christmas," he said, almost doubled over as he held out the present. "I hope... you can... play... records."

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Miguel sat back on his hands, biting the inside of his lip in thought. He had liked Halloween for the most part but he always sucked when it came to the costume part of it, hell the best he did was a costume his sensei gave him, but Shelley had invited him over to brain storm ideas and he had nothing. "Ooo, we could go as Daft Punk," said before making robot sounds and moving to match it for a moment. "Okay, maybe not." He let out a deep breath as he moved back onto his elbows. "How about Frank-N-Furter and maybe Rocky," he looked down at himself, "or Eddie?" He looked up at her suddenly wondering if Rocky Horror was a no no in Goth circles. It was probably more accepted than an EDM duo.

"I'm sorry," he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck feeling somewhat guilty. "You asked me to brainstorm with you and I'm just delivering nonsense." Sure, he knew more about her style than he ever had before and he really found it interesting but he still felt like such a noob when it came to actually talking about it.

she's glad shelley agrees peter steele is fine as fuck. she'd love a night with him. a girl can dream. she loved so many more frontman and could gush forever about them. but she let shelley talk and admired her enthusiasm.

❝ i have quite the list too,i listen to so much different music. the heavy stuff. ❞she smiles,itching to give her take but gives the floor to her new friend. she doesn't mind the chit chat,in fact it's rather refreshing to just talk about what they're passionate about.

❝ i dated a damien. with an e. ❞she sighs,just saying his name made her skin crawl in a bad way. like bugs were crawling under her skin whenever she mentioned him. like it was his way of not letting her forget their time together. she had to admit she never heard of that particular band.