>>I know this chapters early. I don't care.<<

Sam, Tim, and Hate: *all watching tv*

Sam: *groans and puts his head on Hate's lap* I'm bored. Where's Kate?

Hate: *pushes him off the couch* One, don't touch me, and two, Kate's asleep, I think. Kireina wore her out. But now the child is at her boyfriends house. So she's asleep.

Sam: *groans again and rolls into the kitchen, still on the floor*

Tim: *watches him roll away with only mild concern* Huh. Alright, well, what do you wanna-

*yells* Hate, I don't have a gag reflex!

Hate: *blinks a few times* *calls* How the hell did you figure that out?

It's not important. But I don't have one. I should become a prostitute. Hate, I'm becoming a prostitute!

Hate: Wh-What the- NO! Kate, no, bad.

Do you know how much money they make?! I'm becoming a prostitute, it's settled. I'll be back later! *theres a loud crash and then silence*

Hate: She fucking- Oh my god. Ok, Tim, I'll be back. I need to go find Kate, she's obviously delusional. *she teleports to somewhere unknown*

Tim: *he facepalms* What have we become? *chuckles and turns the telly to the next channel*

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Hate: *she teleports next to me and is instantly disoriented* K-Kate?! Where the hell are we?!

*looks at her and giggles* *theres a bag on one of my shoulders and a guitar case on the other* *smiles and stops for a moment in the street, opening the bag* *theres spray paint, fireworks, and sleeping bags in it* We're in France.

Hate: France?! Why?

*grins* We're going to jump off buildings, vandalize stuff, set off fireworks, and have the best god damn weekend possible. But first we have to call the boys, invite them here, and see if some of their roommates can babysit Kireina for the weekend. We also have to find one of my friends. He lives around here, and he's awesome.

Hate: *sighs* You're crazy. *pulls out her phone* But this is going to be grand. *smiles