Metally Challenged

The music began to play in that oddly sweet stink of my friend's car and I began to feel delicate flames pouring forth from my eyes like blood.
They seemed to gently flow out and downward and rise upwards when they dissipated.
The experience was new to me and naturally I was afraid that my friend would think less of me if he saw my eyes pouring fire so I closed them and put on my sunglasses. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sunglasses in the passenger side mirror and the flames were creeping out the sides of the shades.
The metal in my soul was hidden for a moment with the brunt of the heat behind the dark shades I wore but this was my best friend of 20 years and I knew I couldn't hide for too long before he generally read my mind.
He must have missed the commotion in my brain, though, because he suddenly burst out, "Why ya being so quiet, ya jerk?!?"
The Japanese had finally succeeded in making a song so metal my inner demon had burst into flames and started seeping out my eyeballs.
In the last few moments before I looked back over at him my mind was racing.
He won't understand.
I'm going to freak him out.
This is Alex, he knows something's up.
What is he going to say?
What is he going to think?
He'll keep his calm...
He'll understand...
I turned to face him and removed my sunglasses only to see his entire head in flames.
He looked over for a second and caught a glimpse of my eyes as he began to laugh out loud at the flames pouring from them.
"Newb," he said.