You quickly rushed around your room, picking up all sorts of things. Anything ranging from clothes, to electronics, to jewelry somehow always ended up there, and you were trying to be semi-clean. Your girlfriend, Isadora hated it so much, she once wrote a couplet about it:

  I hate it when a room isn't clean,
  It just makes me want to scream.

The only thing was, you were a very messy and unorganized person. You were surprised she even put up with you to be honest. Ding Dong! "OH CRAP SHES HERE!" You yelled, rushing to the door.

"Hey Y/N!" Isadora stepped inside, kissing your cheek. Your face still turned red when she did that.

"Hey Isadora! What did you want to do today?"

"Honestly, I was up all night on a couplet writing spree. I had so many ideas, I just had to write them down. Today, I just want to chill." She yawned and you noticed the pencil graphite on her hand as she took yours. "Come on, we can rest together." You almost cringed at the thought of her opening your bedroom door to find a very untidy room, but could do little to stop it as she was already at the door.

"But Isadora," you pleaded, "it's not clean, like how you like it."

"Your so silly Y/N." You didn't like that she called you silly. "I like you because of you, not the cleaness of your room. Though that would be a nice bonus so I don't kill myself walking to your bed." She winked and stepped over some Legos, "especially on those." She climbed in your bed and pulled you down with her. You wrapped your arms around each other and tangled your legs together. She kissed the top of your head and you pecked her lips, causing her to smile. You both pulled yourselves closer and snuggled.

"I like this idea of 'chilling.'" You said, blushing.

"Yeah, me too."