It had been six months since you had come up in that dreadful box. Six months of being a builder. Six months of putting up with Gally's klunk-for-brains self. "Y/N, you're not supposed to put the nails that close together!" Gally snarled. "Well then Captain Gally why don't you quit being a shuckface and do it for yourself?" I retorted. "Why are you such a shank, just do it right!" He fought. "Slim it Gally," I shouted and stomped off. "Where do you think you're going?" He pushed. "I think I'm going to ask Alby for a new job assignment," I replied and continued to make my way to Alby. Right before I got to him I felt my arm being grabbed, I turned around and it was Gally. "What do you want slinthead?" I hissed. "Please don't ask for a new job assignment," he pleaded. "And why shouldn't I?" I asked. "Because I really like you, that's why I want you to do things right," he admitted. "Well then you're damn lucky that I like you too," I told him. I was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. I could here the boys around us chant "KISS KISS KISS KISS!" So we did.
