A few minutes after Joni entered Linda's bedroom, the doorbell rang. Linda went to answer it and saw, to her delight, Jay standing outside. They both went back to Linda's bedroom and joined up with Joni.
Apparently Agatha didn't notice Jay's arrival, as she was immersed in the act of cooking. She felt like this was something she had never done before, but that was silly, wasn't it? She loved cooking and she was very good at it.
In Linda's bedroom, the three Goths sat around the room and waited for someone to talk. Jay's purple-dyed dreadlocked hair was now down past his shoulders, and the black latex bodysuit he wore showed a lot more of his now-curvier body. There was even a pair of goggles atop head, even though there wasn't a few hours earlier. More and more, Jay was becoming like the original Zelda.
"Fucking glad that nightmare is over, at least until tomorrow," Jay said, breaking the silence, his voice sounding more like a girl's now than a boy's. "I heard you got detention again. What was it this time?" he asked Joni.
"My fucking French teacher said that I cheated."
"Did you?"
"No."
Jay looked at her.
"Really. Hey, I don't know how I did it, but I knew every answer. It was easy."
"Speak for yourself," Linda said. "That quiz was fucking hard."
"Okay, whatever," Jay said. "So what do you want to do tonight? Go to The Spiked Pit, or maybe pick something up at The Occult Stop, or head to The Witch's Brew?"
"Anything to get out of here," Linda said, her age dropping to 20 years old. "My fucking mom is doing her cooking thing again. I swear, it's like I'm living with some fucking June Cleaver wannabe."
"Well, let's get outta here, then," Joni said. And with that, all three of them left the house and decided to head to ...
