Kis was quietly rearanging his living room, because it ain't symetrical godammit. Using his long ass meter stick thing, he measured every inch of the room to decide where to put his symetrical crap. His peace and eveness was inturpted by a loud burat through the door. Oh look! A drunk Y/N!
"Dudeeeeeeeeee! Why does you need symetricaly thing?" Y/N made her eay over to the OCD kiddo.
"BECAUSE, symetry is love, symetry is life." KID gazed out the window.
"BUT HEATHER I'M GETTING MARRIES TO TOILET BRANDOM TODAY!" Y/N yelled, hoping Kid would play along.
"Rachel, you have like SO much to live for. Why waste it on that trash Brandon." Kis scoffed doing an invisable hair flip.
"Well who died and made you king!"
"Rachel, like get over it. He's my bitch." Drunk Y/N got really mad.
"WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO!" Y/N then flipped a table. Kid then fell to the floor.
"NOOOOOOOOOO MY SYMETRICAL TABLE!" Y/n chuckled at his foolishness.
.......
"Heather I'm bored."
"Eff off Rachel."
Y/n then sat on top of Kid. Since she was like bored.
Then they sat there over the table for a few thousand years and blahblah blah.
End. I'm tired.
