It was noon, Kylie and Khloe decided to go out for lunch somewhere local, Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour. This is how it went down.
Kylie's Point of View:
My red stilettos from Louis Vuitton step into the restaurant, and Khloe and I take a seat. I lift my sunglasses off and take a glance at the menu before the waiter approaches. "Don't flirt with this one," I whisper to Khloe, and hear her giggle. "I make no promises," she says to me, but the waiter is looking at us before I can retaliate. "Hi, My name is Jeff, and I will be helping you guys out today--" he's interrupted by Khloe.
"Why isn't the amount of calories for each item listed?" She asks, not taking her eyes off the menu.
"I-I really don't know," Jeff says, helpless.
"Okay then, I'll take a steak, medium rare, go easy on the sauce," Khloe says. She then seems to remember me. "Oh," Khloe's eyes dart to my stomach, "She'll take a salad but skip the dressing, chicken, and cheese."
"That only leaves lettuce," he says apparently confused.
"I am aware," Khloe says to him. We are stuck in a moment of silence before I start comprehending the situation as a joke, and start laughing. "Okay I'll take an extra thick All-American cheese burger but skip the pickles, lettuce, onion, and tomato. Add some bacon too." Khloe shoots me a death glare.
"Kylie, I think you are over exaggerating," She takes me by my wrist to the door, "Kylie Jenner, you will be eating lettuce, and lettuce only. No All-American with extra bacon. You need to start loosing weight. What will the paps do if you walk through the door looking like a freaking hippo?"
Khloe's Point of View
Kylie slaps my hand off of her "I think you're mistaking me for Kim, but I really need to put on more booty to match my new lips anyway. Stop being such a *itch." She walks back to the table, and gulps down the burger that's arrived with my steak. I rush over there, but Kylie stands up, grabs her bag, flips her hair dramatically and says, "Bye, Bye *itch."
I watch as she walks out the door, and take a seat. Only now did I realize the entire room was looking at me, but I start on my steak anyway. "She has no manners, whatsoever," I mutter to my self. The door bursts open and Kylie is holding one of the heals she had on and the other is missing while her hair is a mess. "Paps caught up with me," she says. Subtly, she pulls her hair back, and begins to vomit the burger she digested only minutes ago. I pull out my wallet, throw a few bills on the table, and grab her by the ear. I push the door open, flip the paps off, and jump in the car pushing Kylie in in front of me.
"Where to?" The driver asks
"Kim's," I say to him. We arrive, and I ring the doorbell. Kanye opens the door.
"She's upstairs, freaking out, as usual," Kanye says to us.
We turn the knob on the door--
"Oh god, Kylie close your eyes," I say to Kylie seeing Kim completely naked looking in the mirror.
"Oh girls thank god you're here I'm in a crisis," Kim says.
"What happened?" Kylie asks. Kim turns around so her butt is facing the mirror.
"I'm almost sure this butt cheek is bigger than that one," she says.
Kylie looks to Kim and bursts out laughing while I'm really not understanding her stupidity. We hear a scream from the room next door and I run out of Kim's room and into the room next door. North is on the floor wearing a dress that leaves her arms bare, and a red burn is fairly visible . North was screaming, and an empty coffee cup was to the side "KIM! KIM! KYLIE! KANYE! HELP!" I shout. They quickly rush in and Kim begins panicking while her daughter is still crying. The ambulance arrives and soon enough we are listening to a doctor say, "Your daughter has burned herself pretty harshly. Unfortunately, she has a third degree burn."
