"Don't you have any black clothing? I thought ..." Stephanie started.
"Black? No way. I only like to wear bright colors. You know that," Zoe said. Though after she said it, something about it sounded wrong. Did she really not like wearing black? Because she had this feeling that ...
"It's okay. I don't need something black. I just prefer it. I guess I'll take ... this," she said, grabbing a purple T-shirt. At least it was dark. A lot of the stuff in the closet was, like Zoe said, bright colors - yellow, sky blue, lavender, pink. It was kind of hard to believe that this girl was even part of the Goth crowd with an assortment like that. Wait ... was Zoe part of the Goth crowd? She looked at the younger girl and saw how tan she was, how she was wearing a tight blood-red T-shirt, black-colored jeans, and a short pair of brown leather boots. Except for the dark make-up and spiked collar, there didn't seem to be much "Goth" in her. But being Goth was more than how someone looked, right? Didn't it have a lot to do with someone's personality and their likes and dislikes? She was sure that Zoe, deep down, was just as Goth as she was. But as time went on, it was harder and harder to see it.
