seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty three

it's been a week since michael's interaction with her father, and now she's sitting on her father's couch. "lauren, meet my wife, layla."

"what's up step mom?" lauren sarcastically holds her hand out, automatically not liking her. her pencil skirt is way too tight, her button up shirt is buttoned down to far, cleavage popping out like a 3d picture.

"nice to meet you."

"wish i could say the same." lauren sighs, looking at her her dad. "what am i here for? i should put a restraining order on you."

"okay one, he looks like an ass. he fights like a boxer so if he ever hits you im going to have to kill him." her father spoke.

"why are you randomly just choosing to come back into my life, dad? are you dying? do you have cancer? are you leaving the country?" she asks, staring at him. he gulps, fixing his tie.

"i am leaving out of the country, for three months with my wife. the house is going to be empty, and poor marco is going to be here alone."

"you want me to houses sit?"

"can you? you're prick of a boyfriend and stay, but no sex." he clarifies, pointing at her.

"don't touch my makeup or wardrobe." barbie bitch spoke, lauren rolling her eyes.

"im all natural and i don't dress like a skank. excuse me, while i go inform my boyfriend we're staying in a mansion." lauren grins skipping out of the room.

"no parties! no illegal shit, lauren."

"promise."

••••

"let's party!" jay exclaims, popping open the bottle of alcohol. music blasting throughout the big house, marco the dog doing flips, entertaining luke and alexia.

lauren is surprised alexia even stayed. "where's ash and tyla?" calum asks, drinking the cup lauren just poured him.

"i kicked them out because while i was fighting there were feet away having sex, again." michael explains, right then and there, ashton and tyla walk in the kitchen.

"dude, before you beat my ass just hear me out."

"don't even fucking bother, let's all get shit drunk!" michael exclaims, dumping his drink on ashton to get him fired up.

alexia, lauren, jay, and tyla all decide to have a model runway with barbie bitch's clothes, boys voting.

first up, lauren. nine inch heels, tight ass blouse, with a short skirt. "if you ever worse that in public, i'd have to hide you from all people." michael spoke.

jay comes out not even dressed. it was a bra, filled with jiggly padding, that felt like real boobs. "oh shit man, that's disgusting." she laughs, everyone joining her.

alexia counted herself out, not even drinking. she's just drinking water, ignoring the smell of weed and the horrid music playing. it wasn't even horrid, it's green day, but to her she hates it. "come on, time to turn it up a notch. alexia, remove your shirt."

"what? no!" she exclaims to ashton.

"luke's taking a shot from your belly button. be spontaneous!"

alexia hesitated, pulling off her white tank top. luke gaped at the black bra covering her boobs, tyla nudging him. "don't make it so obvious, lover boy."

calum dumps the the shot on her stomach, luke stepping to the island. leaning down, he sucks the alcohol from her stomach, he giggling. "it's tickles."

his tongue swirls for a moment, making her wonder what else he could do to her. alexia's eyes widen, looking at lauren. "what?" lauren laughs.

alexia grabs her wrist, running into the hallway. "i just had a naughty thought, lauren. does that mean-"

"you're horny, that's what it means." lauren smirks. "you're wondering what does that mouth do, oh lord just hop in bed with him already."

"no. after marriage."

"with luke that's impossible."

a/n

wat dat mouf do luke?