Amelia is helping me to get my hair done for the concert at the same time as I'm putting on makeup. "A little more blush never hurt anyone hihi" - I said while thinking about how pink Corey's lips were on that Instagram picture. He is so gorgeous, it makes my whole body tremble. His eyes, neck, and chest... I just want to bite into it so badly *I wonder if Corey would like me that naughty O.o*. Amelia stopped my thought by saying - "Y/N!! Girl, stop daydreaming you look like a clown with that much blush". "Oh no! We have to go out in a minute and I look horrible" - I said worriedly. "Haha! You almost look like you are wearing a mask yourself, the bandmembers will think you're one of them." - Amelia was laughing. (i want Corey's short, sharp cock) We both ended up laughing at the silly little me.

Heavy footsteps leading towards my room ended the joy. It's my mom, from the sound of walls catching her fall from side to side the hallway, I know she's had too much to drink. She walks into the room and makes my heart pound 5x faster. The view of my mother barely able to stand brings me tears, mostly because I know what is coming. She starts walking towards us in silence, with the bottle of vodka in her hand. As soon as her face is so close to mine that It's impossible to not look her into the eyes, I can feel her stinky breath on my cheek. She opens up the bottle and starts pouring it on me as Amelia freezes and doesn't know what to do, just the way I do. As my mother is pouring that vodka on me, she screams some prayers and looks me dead in the eyes. "Spriti Sancti" she says as a prayer "begone demon spirit" "god strike down these satanic ghosts, smite them with your endless might, drive them out of my poor possessed daughter, free my idiotic defenseless daughter from the satanic influences". And then she mumbles - "You should be ashamed, just wait until...", but the voice of one of her boyfriends interrupts "Nicol! Where the hell is you?!".

As she walks out, we grab what we need and escape the room. I still haven't heard from Tuna, I hope she'll be able to make it. But I'm also worried about what she meant with the text, what if she'll refuse to drive us to the concert... that would be a disaster oMo. Thinking about Corey's nipples helps me to calm down tho, the thought of them being the same color as my blush makes my pussy quiver vigorously. But that's for later ;).