ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ - ʟᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ʏᴀᴍᴀʟ

'38 - Chaos in preparations'

Today is new years day, the one day our whole household was getting ready for. Ferran goes all big every year, so we're hosting a massive party.

Ferran organised a bartender at our house, a dj, and he cleaned out the pool, he's an absolute insane guy.

I bought a beautiful short golden dress to wear for the party, and I was just in the mirror getting my makeup ready.

I bought new gold eyeshadow for the occasion, and put my hair into rollers, in which Pablo says I carry 'thick cigars in my hair' everytime I wear them on.

As I was applying my lipgloss on, Pedri walked into my room.

"You look excited!" He throws himself on my bed.

"I so am, please let me get drunk tonight." I turn to face him.

"No." He shakes his head.

"Come on Pedri! We're actually home, I have all of you to protect me, and Lamine won't leave me alone all night." I beg.

"Fine, just this once." He rolls his eyes.

"You're the best." I stand up to hug him.

"Morning guys." I heard someone yawning at my door, realising it's Lamine, still in his pyjamas.

"You just woke up?" I give him a look.

"Yes." He rubs his eyes, "What are we celebrating?"

"Pedri gave me permission to drink." I clap my hands.

"Oh god, drunk Camilla was not on my 2026 list of chores." He jokes.

"Was I that bad last time?" I look at them two.

"You cussed the shit out of Lamine, and Ferran had to drag you to your room." Pedri explains.

"Then you got mad at Ferran for not helping you get changed, and left you sleep in your overnight clothes." Lamine adds on.

"That's disgusting, I remember that." I fake gag. "If this happens to me again tonight, Lamine you're in charge of undressing me."

"Camilla Rosia Garcia!" Pedri raises his voice.

"Not like that Hermano." I nudge him. "Now Lamine let's go pick out your outfit."

I push Lamine out of my room towards his, and I immediately walk into his walk-in closet, browsing through his clothes.

"Who knew you have a fancy gold shirt?" I pick it out of the dresser.

"My mum got me it ages ago, and I never got the chance to wear it." He explains.

"Wear this unbuttoned fully with baggy black jeans, and you'll be chef's kiss." I lay out his clothes on the bed.

I was walking out to leave and he pulled me back, smashing his lips onto mine.

We moved together in rhythm, while his hands explored my body. I started to feel him backing away onto the bed, so I let him push me on there.

He put me in between him and carried on with kissing my neck instead, making me hiss in pain and satisfaction. As I was about to return the favour, I heard Ferran yell out both of our names from downstairs.