Industry • 6ix9ine

Chapter 52- Merry Christmas

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you...

Mariah Carey's voice sang throughout the speakers in my living room as, Danny and I finished up decorating the Christmas tree.

"I'd ask you to put the star on top but you know- I don't think you could reach that high." I teased Danny, chuckling at him.

"Oh word? Watch me." He challenged, and grabbed the star from me. Then tried to reach up to the tip of the tree, but failed. Once he realized he was obviously not tall enough, he tried jumping but still couldn't reach the top.

I bursted into laughter at his attempts. If he couldn't reach it I definitely couldn't either, I was about a inch shorter than him.

"Fuck this. Where Andrew at?"

"Yo." Andrew answered, stuffing his face with the Christmas themed cookies that I had set up on the desert table.

"Nigga can you stop bein' a fat fuck and put this star on top of the tree?" Danny said, which was hilarious cause Andrew wasn't fat at all, he was tall and skinny.

Andrew sucked his teeth, and got up. He took the star from him and placed it on top of the tree.

"We did it baby!" I cheered and clapped like a five year old.

"You too fuckin cute, come hea." He pulled me by my waist, kissing me.

Danny and I looked at the tree proudly, because it came together so nicely. It had white and gold orarments on it, with bright white lights wrapped around it. It just gave the whole living room this beautiful radiance.

"Ya'll done staring at it? It's just a tree." Andrew chuckled, ruining the moment.

"Shut up." I laughed. "We worked hard on this."

"Facts." Danny agreed, laughing along.

I walked over to the kitchen to check on the Lasagna I had put in the oven.

I heard the door bell ring as I bent down peaking into the oven.

"Can someone get that?" I yelled out, putting on oven mittens to take the lasagna out the oven.

I placed the dish on the counter to cool off for a few minutes; then went back into the living room to see who was at the door.

It was Clara, Danny was helping her by holding the cake she had made for dessert. Clara could really bake her ass off, she made the best cakes. Her thing was baking and mine was cooking, so I asked her to make something for tonight.