Dedicated to Jaina (therealjainasolo) because I felt bad for abandoning a story that she liked. Enjoy, Jaina!

The atmosphere was electric as David prepared for his first date with Zanna. No amounts of hair gel could make his hair stay flattened, and he was convinced that the cologne he was wearing smelled too strong, even though Gretel had assured him it was fine. It was going to be a disaster when she arrived, looking immaculately Gothic, and he looked like this.

Zanna was trying (and failing) to find the right outfit combination to wear. Everything she owned seemed to be black, or silver-spangled, or skintight, or a combination thereof, none of which were of David's liking. She finally settled on a chicly belted silver tunic and simple black jeans, wondering how the heck she was supposed to find makeup to match this ensemble.

Gadzooks made a sort of half-hurring, half-whistling sound as David walked past, looking all over the house for his matching shoe. Oh, be quiet, you, he told the writing dragon in dragontongue. This could not be happening. He only had one pair of black shoes, and if one of them was missing, he would have to wear the horribly-clashing brown pair…ugh, Zanna would fall out of love with him right then and there.

Why, oh why, was all the makeup she owned black? It was black liquid liner, black mascara, black shadow, black lipstick…she dug frantically through the stuffed bag, discarding everything into a mountain of shadow-inspired makeup. Finally, at the bottom, she stumbled upon the makeup from her pre-gothic phase. Relieved, she pulled out the blue eye shadow, pink gloss, and glitter, applying all of it expertly like she had never stopped using it.

David had finally located his shoe in a most undesirable place—Bonnington's bed, half-chewed with part of the toe missing. Angrily, he flung it across the room, where it hit the wall just above Gadzooks' head. He ducked just in time, making a disgruntled hurr that seemed to say, "Someone's angry."

Her nails! They were still dark purple. She groaned, dropping the shoulder bag she had snatched up and going to fetch the polish remover. I have to be there in five minutes!

It appeared that he would have to wear the brown shoes. Quickly, he changed into his gray pants that matched the shoes slightly better, thinking, She's coming in five minutes!

Shoes…she had too many. Digging through the unorganized pile of dumped footwear, she finally settled on a pair of black, knee-height leather boots. Three minutes…

Teeth! He hadn't brushed his teeth. He jammed the toothbrush in his mouth, rapidly jabbing at his gums, not caring that the hard plastic tip was digging into his lips. Only three minutes…oh, no.

Zanna jumped into her car, narrowly avoided slamming her hand in the door, and made the drive to David's in record time.

David saw her pull up to number forty-two.

Zanna saw him waiting, peeking at her through the gaps in the blinds.

David saw her exiting the car, looking fabulous, as always.

Zanna rang the doorbell, her hand shaking.

David opened the door with difficulty, his fingers trembling.

Zanna locked eyes with him. So blue…

David stared at her. She looked immaculate but not a bit Goth.

Zanna stared at him. He was so handsome, with shiny dark hair and deep blue eyes.

"You look amazing," he managed.

"You do too," she squeaked out.

And then they were kissing, knowing that they had worried for nothing, because nothing was more meant to be in the world than this.

Behind their backs, Gadzooks sniggered. The two lovers, who could have probably ignored an explosion occurring next to them in their bliss, did not hear.