(I'm just using random characters, please bare with me.)
Characters:
R-Truth
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He's funny and I've never seen him in a Fanfiction before.
Cathy "I have a million cats, oh no!" Benson
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A million cats? Well damn...
Story time:
Cathy's POV
I meet this really cute guy at work the other day named R-Truth. His hair be poppin', his dance moves be droppin', his rapping leaves you stopping...to process the lyrics. (What did I just write up there?)
I invited him over to my house for lunch, and so we could get to know each other better. Plus, I am quite the cook if I do say so myself:
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I hear a knock on the door, and rush to go answer it. "R-Trizzle my nizzle, what's up?" We did some handshake we came up with the other day. "What's up, Cathy?" I stepped aside for him to enter my house.
"This is a pretty neat apartment you got going on," he looked around. "I made us lunch." I said, leading him to the kitchen.
Once he saw what I made for us, he frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Th-this is what you made for us, dog? What is this anyway?" He picked up the small piece of chicken and smelled it.
"That's chicken!" I exclaimed. "And this?" He pointed to the dessert looking thing. "I'm not quite sure what that is, but it's dessert!"
"Man, I came over here thinking that you were a master chef and you were gonna feed me. But, this is all ya got?" He looked around in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, I--"
"You bring me over here to feed me a kids meal?!" He asked. "No, no. Let me explain." I saw two of my cats escape my bedroom and run into the living room. "Oh snap!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Get these cats away from me man!" R-Truth climb the kitchen counter as I chased my two cats down. "Come on guys, get back into the bedroom."
"First you give me this mockery of a lunch, and then you let your cats chase me around? Man, I'm out," R-Truth hopped off the counter and ran out of my house.
"Wait, no! Come back! I can make you some meatloaf! Or cook you a steak!" R-Truth still didn't come back after I offered to cook him something else.
"Aw crap."
I don't even know what this is, I got bored and wrote this. So, uh yeah.
