Icing on the Cake

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“That tramp?” Mimi scoffed, referring to Julia. “She looks like some two-dollar hooker that you secreted eggs from.

“You stupid bitch, leave my house now.” I boomed.

“I’m not going anywhere until Calum sticks his tongue down my throat…or up my vagina.” Mimi said, smirking.

I laughed. “Like he would want your stanky coochie. Ever heard of Summer’s Eve?”

“Ever heard of God Hates Fags?”

“Ever heard of get the fuck out of my house before I call the police?”

“GUYS!” Mimi yelled to get everyone’s attention as she walked back into the living room area where everyone was. “I just wanted to say, that I’m so grateful that Calum opened up his home to me this Christmas. I fell like you all are my family.”

What a fake bitch.

Mimi held up her index to signify one minute. She walked over to our iPhone doc that was playing Christmas music, unplugged my iPhone and plugged in hers.

“I want to sing a song for Calum.” Mimi said as she hit play. The song started playing. It was an acoustic guitar playing. She ran over to the living room and jumped on the table in the center of the room.

What the hell is she doing? What the hell does she want? She waltzes into our lives to do what in front of our families?

She sang, “Waking up to kiss you when nobody’s there, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air,” She made constant eye contact with Calum.

That hoe. She’s singing fucking “This Town” by Niall Horan to my fiancée.

Notes

dis bitch

stanky coochie tho dat sassy luek