Part 1. The encounter

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Y/n was a quiet girl, no one ever paid any attention to her while she read in the deepest corner of the library. She liked it that way anyhow. Despite that she also happened to be the hottest most jaw dropping dazzling yassified girlboss queen to exist. She never showered because her skin cleansed itself like a roomba and she never pooped because girlbosses dont poop ever.
In the mornings she brushed her long, silky chocolatey brunette hair in the mirror. As she stared modestly (because girlbosses arent vain obvs) into her eyes, they sparkled like minecraft emeralds. The bright green pigment to her eyes was a result of a green sharpie exploding in her face at birth. The doctors were amazed she lived past a week.
What a girlboss. Even from birth.
She listened to classical jazz, like any *proper* intellectual would. As she sat mysteriously in the library window pondering alan watts great words "Space. So big. Have you ever realised we are just on a floating rock. Wow. Yes yes. Deep intellectual thoughts." She listened to the gods of jazz on her koss porta pro headphones. As all the people walked past she revelled in the knowledge that none of them knew she was the main character. They were all plain, boring people who listened to 'Nirvana' and the likes. Such music, if you could even call it that, was simply inferior noise that appealed to individuals who were of lower intellect. How pitiful, y/n thought.
Just then, y/n received a phone call on her 1996 starTAC flipphone (she didn't believe in modern technologies as people dont understand the greatness of simple vintange phones- what idiot would want snapchat? Not y/n.) from her friend (whose name is not important). Unspecified side character (USC) asked y/n if she would like to come to a concert with her at the weekend. "Oh great..she wants me to attend some sheeple gathering to listen to some edgelords get throat infections?" thought y/n. "Come onnn y/n! Pleeeease?" begged the USC, "dont you want to find a *boyfriend*?" Y/n spontaneously vomited all over USC at the thought, "Eurgh dont you dare ever mention such a vile worthless thought again! Ill come with you only if you agree to these terms!" USC was too stunned to speak. She was dripping head to toe in y/n's vomit. It smelt amazing. "S-s-sure y/n whatever you w-want" USC managed to say, blushing under the pool of vomit.
Y/n didnt even care which tasteless 'band' she was being forced to see, they were all the same. She pondered on the idea of the previously suggested "boyfriend". Y/n was an independent girlboss and didnt need any foul man. Besides, she wasnt like other girls. She didnt care for the affections of men. Shes never worn a dress or makeup a day in her life and never intended to.
The weekend was soon approaching and y/n was starting to mentally prepare herself so she decided to go to a local bakery.
She stepped inside, the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled her hairless nostrils. But then a new aroma crept into her tiny petite nose... is that the stench of moldy socks? "Why does it smell..so.. g-good" thought y/n who was so overwhelmed she couldnt move.
Suddenly, a blurry figure clouded y/n's vision, "hey cupcake, youre the sweetest treat here". Y/n's vision rapidly focused on the tall muscular man standing before her, this must be the source of the stench. He opened his mouth again and smirked like the roblox man face, "We would make a great cream". Y/n finally snapped out of it to reply to the blonde messy hair, "W-what did you just say?" and after a slight pause he said, "Sorry, I thought girls liked corny puns" he continued, "nice guys like me never impress girls..I guess its true what they say, nice guys finish-" y/n interrupted,"shut up you impetuous fool." And with that she swiftly turned in the direction of the door, swatting his face with her hair as she passed.
"W-wait!" he called after her, reaching out his arm. The way she moved, he thought, was so enchanting, it reminded him of a roblox slender on runway models. He wipes the drool off his lip and caught her hand, "Im Kurt. Kurt Cobain" y/n replied unfazed, "is that meant to mean something, 'Kurt'?". Stunned, Kurt let go and watched as y/n strutted away like the girlboss she is. "Shes so different.."he thought,"ive never been rejected like that before..."

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