In the late aughts, I was an 18 year old punky metal kid wrapping up my senior year of high school. I was fairly typical of the type, chest length hair and tight black clothes. It was on a Friday in the fall that I left school feeling great, hopping on my skateboard to head to my best friend’s house and start the weekend. As I skated down the bike lane, a car pulled up alongside me, two girls inside.
“Do you want a ride?” They asked me. Not about to pass up a ride from two cute and mysterious girls, I accepted. As I hopped in the backseat, they introduced themselves as Jess and Brooke.
They were both 19 year old scene-y emo girls that had graduated the year before. Jess had a voluptuous frame with shoulder length blonde hair, gauges, and a septum piercing. Brooke was more lithe, with breasts that looked like they were a fifth of her body weight. She had long black hair, snake-bite lip rings, and a couple of visible tattoos.