Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Drake's Birthday Bash." - Chapter 44

Drake's p.o.v.

So, I'm home at this beach house by myself. I'm alone, no one's here but me. Hmm. I have an idea... Well, I managed to make a lot of friends at the beach on this dumb vacation and it is my birthday. Do I hear a birthday party? I called and/or texted everyone in my contact list and invited them over. My brothers shouldn't be home for a while. At least, I hope. While waiting for my guest to arrive, I set up the party supplies. While doing so, I realized this house has a lot of it.

*skip to party*

"Best party ever, Drake!" A kid yelled over the blasting music.

"TO DRAKE WOLF!" A kid screamed.

"TO DRAKE!!!" The rest of the crowd screamed and raised their fists.

I left the living room to get a drink from the kitchen. I heard a bunch of heels clicking toward me, I turned and faced them. Damn! It was like they had the tiniest bit of cloth covering them. They were all wearing the same thing just different colors. They were wearing these tight leather bra-like shirts that made their boobs pop out and their shorts were these short denim things. You could see their thong straps sat up on their hip. Their hair was curled and were wearing a bit too much makeup. "Ladies, how can I help you?" I asked with a smile.

"Hey. Your Drake from, uh, that band, right?" She asked. She seemed a bit snarky while she chewed her gum like the rest of them.

"Yes, I am." I said with a nod.

A blonde girl came up and pushed the brunette over a bit. "Sign my boobs?" I nodded and took the marker from her, uncapped it, and signed my name. Another girl with black hair asked the same thing. Anything to make the fans happy.

"Fuck No!" I heard a familiar voice yell. Mariah. Mariah walked over to me wearing short shorts, flip flops, and an Annoying Little Sister crop top. Her hair was curled with sunglasses on her head, holding her bangs back.

My eyes widened. "H-Hey, Babe."

"Hey, Drake." She spoke through gritted teeth. "Who are your friends?" Mariah asked, crossing her arms.

I shook my head slightly. "Don't know. Fans?" I thought aloud. Mariah glared at me a bit and shooed the girls away. They all flipped their hair and walked off.

Mariah turned to me. "You better stop this party. Your brothers will be home soon." Mariah looked at her watch. "Three minutes to be exact."

"Fuck!" I groaned. I seem to have lost track of time. "There's no way in hell I can get these people to leave and clean this up, and-"

"Drake, shut up. I got this." She assured with a smile before getting up on the grand piano that was in the main room. All the music stopped and everyone was shouting. "ALRIGHT! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! PACK UP AND GET OUT! THE PARTY'S OVER!" She yelled over all of them. Everyone kinda shared a look and then ran out. I stood there shocked for a moment before helping Mariah get down from the piano. "Ready to clean?" She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Not more work." I pouted.

"Come on."

*After cleaning*