It was nearing Christmas time, and of course, Nicki; the Queen of Generousity, had planned out a Christmas party. However, this didn't mean hot chocolate and Christmas carols. It meant marijuana Christmas trees, vodka shots and a large crowd.
The sound of Revolution's latest hit, 'Monarch' blasted through the entire trap mansion, rattling the lightweight objects around the room, and making everything else and the floorboards vibrate.
Matthew made sure to lay off drinking and anything that could possibly harm his beautiful baby, Tytthew. Oh, Tytthew. He made sure Ty went off to grab a few drinks and have some fun before parenthood would completely snatch all of the privileges of irresponsibility from him.
In the centre of the crowded living room, Lauren layed on the couch with her shirt riding up her stomach, Camila straddling her and snorting a line of cocaine above her waistband.
The crowd was cheering, and Camila wasn't one to disappoint when it came to drugs. When she was done, they both cleared the spot and was replaced. Lil Pump drank Lean off of Ally's body.
Ty made his way back to Matthew, ignoring the option to spectate the drug influenced mess in the living room.
"I bought you some orange juice." Ty stretched his hand out with the red cup of juice to his lover. Matthew gladly accepted the drink.
"Hello."
The couple shuddered at the sudden arrival of a woman, but they didn't see her.
"Where are you? WHO are you??" Ty asked as he spun his head around, but not seeing anyone.
"It's me, Mariah Carey." the voice replied.
Matthew gasped. "Mariah? Why can't we see you then?"
They heard a chuckle.
"I've undergone a special diet, of oxygen, low fat sunlight and organic water. Then, I made sure that I only breathe non-fat, GMO, gluten-free air. This has allowed me to become a gas."
Ty almost dropped his drink. "WHAT???"
Mariah chuckled.
"Why the hell?!" Matthew asked a bit too loudly.
Mariah shook her head. "Now that I'm a gas, this makes me the SKINNIEST legend alive. Camila is shook." and with that, Skinny Legend™ Mariah Carey left the room.
Camila sat on the edge of Nicki's Versace Marble bathroom sink, with Lauren between her legs as she got her bloody nose cleaned. She couldn't help but give a little dumb smile as her thanks for the kind gesture.
"Thanks, babe." Camila leaned closer to Lauren, pulling her in for a lazy hug. She was pushed back farther onto the sink, and all she did was cross her arms and pout. Lauren shook her head.
"None of that. You need to take a break from all the drugs, you're going to ruin your career and your good looks." she explained to Camila.
The girl on the sink giggled. "I'm here for a good time, not a long time. And so are you." she pulled Lauren back in between her legs and wrapped them around her waist. "You're not going anywhereeeeeee.."
"That's gross lesbian activity." a voice spoke up.
Lauren cared less to move from her current position. "How's the party going, Mariah?"
Camila stared at Lauren. "Whoa whoa whoa, I'M the one on drugs here. Not you. Who's Mariah? There's nobody here!"
The voice laughed again, and this time Camila heard it. She gasped.
"I'm Mariah Carey. I've become a gas." the skinny legend explained.
"That makes no fucking sense." Camila said, sounding a bit irritated as she wiped more blood from her nose.
"I've only been taking low-fat sunlight, organic water, oxygen and gluten-free air. I've reached my full potential as the skinniest legend. So fuck you and your ugly Havana." Mariah began laughing.
Camila reached to her side discreetly, pulling something of pink plastic onto her lap. "You know what..." she laughed darkly to herself.
"No, Mariah. Fuck you."
Mariah gasped as Camila flicked the switch and aimed the blowdryer at Skinny Legend™ Mariah Carey.
The Skinniest Legend screamed as she was being mUrDeRed by Camila Cabello.
Lauren grabbed the blowdryer and switched it off, and by the time she looked to save Mariah, she was dead and gone.
She turned her head to Camila with her brows knitted and jaw dropped. After a whole ten seconds, she slapped her hand down on the counter beside Camila. "WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU KILLED MARIAH CAREY!"
Camila shrugged. At least we don't have to hear her shitty Christmas music this year.
"I wouldn't worry about it," the murderer said as she slid off the smooth marble surface. "She's a gas. They'll probably just think she went to bless the rains in Africa. I'm fine. Now come on, let's get drunk so I can go down on you later." she stepped out the door, leaving Lauren there.
Something is wrong with this bitch. Lauren shook her head at the thought and ran out the door to chase after Camila. She found her at the bottom of the staircase with a drink in hand, alone and leaning on a wall.
Camila downed the rest of her whiskey and tossed the cup aside. She watched Lauren fiddle with her fingers.
"So, what exactly were you trying to do in the bathroom?" Lauren asked her. She looked around awkwardly as Camila shook her head.
"Never mind that." She answered. "I'm going to see if Matty's here. He's probably like, hiding behind a curtain and smoking."
And with that, Camila walked away.
- THE END -
