Mariah's Pov

Sooo, my brother, twin actually (his name is Dean), came out of rehab so we decided to go to this party that one of his friends was throwing. I dragged Michael along because I needed to show him my special dance move, twerking with my back! I hope to get a little action with him.

We entered and exactly what I thought was going to happen, happened. My brother has left me and so did Michael. Oh well. I didn't let this stop me as I drank, drink after drink, my head going woozy and my legs moving on their own. I started to giggle at everything that was said to me and I'm pretty sure there was no one in this house left that was sober. The party was MADZZZZZZ!! The guys were grinding with stools and the girls were flirting with the pictures. It was really amusing especially since I had mistaken a person for a wall and tried to hang a picture, that I dropped, on him.

My head was hurting and starting to spin so I went to the kitchen. It was mostly empty apart from the couple in the corner doing God knows what. Most people were in the living room/ dance floor as the alcohol was kept there. Anyway, I started to make myself a cup of tea and it was going well until I couldn't find the sugar. Ugh. I looked in every nook and cranny but eventually found sugar in a brown bag very well hidden. They didn't need to hide the sugar, like come on. I put in 7 spoons of sugar into my tea and tasted it. It was not sweet but very bitter but it was amazing nonetheless. The bitterness calmed my tongue and made me want more. In record time I had drunk the whole thing and decided to make another.

While making the cup of tea, I saw a plate. Full of brownies. Yum. I immediately forgot about the tea and shoved six in my mouth. I don't know what but something made me go and find Michael and dance with him. Still eating the brownies with half of them sticking out my mouth, my vision had started to blur. My legs were getting weaker and weaker and my eyes were threatening to close. I urged on and then I saw my child. Oh, my poor baby. It was slightly pink, probably of the cold, and had these hooves for hands and feet and a cute little snout-like nose. This baby, which I will name Brandon, started saying weird things that oddly resembled an "Oink." As I continued to search for Michael I finally saw him, playing beer pong so I screamed his name. He tried looking for the source of the noise as I giggled at his confused stare as I rocked my little wittle baby in my hands lovingly.

Michael finally noticed me and walked over to me, slightly limping which made me giggle hysterically. When he came over he saw our baby and slowly took it in his arms.
"Our baby?" He asked lovingly as he stared at our pink baby as it oinked or whatever. I nodded.
"Yup, I found him. He's a little pink and his hands are a little different but look at his adorable nose and the cute sound he makes!!" I rushed out as I couldn't help but see my Michael rock our little potato.
"We're going to be great parents," Michael told me gently before giving me a sweet kiss. I started to kiss him back and squeal at the same time before our newborn decided to cry. I took him out of his hands and rocked him gently before having the idea of the century.

I quickly shuffled the baby into one hand as it slept and dragged Michael upstairs with the other. I tried to find a room with a printer in it and found one finally. I quickly searched for a Romeo and Juliet screenplay, balcony style, and printed it out, giving one to Michael and keeping the other. I walked outside the room and onto the street. Michael followed and I think he knew what I wanted to do. We both swaggered towards the nearest traffic light and waited till it was red before jumping into the middle of the street and performing a Romeo and Juliet scene.

Scene II. Capulet's Garden.

[Enter Romeo.]

Romeo.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

[Juliet appears above at a window.]

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! (10)
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold: 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven (20)
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Juliet.
Ay me!

Romeo.
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven (30)
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Juliet.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: (40)
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee, (50)
Take all myself.

Romeo.
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Juliet.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?

Romeo.
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee. (60)
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

Juliet.
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

Romeo.
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

Juliet.
How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Romeo.
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, (70)
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt:
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

It lasted a little longer than the red light so the cars started to honk and Michael and I continued to belt out our lines. I was trying to get my little avocado under control as it shuffled trying to get out my grip. I refused and hugged it to my chest tighter as Michael and I finished off. We then started singing our duet of madhatter- Melanie Martinez. We bowed down, expecting an applause but getting sirens instead and that's when it went black, an excruciating pain erupted in my head as the rest of my body fell numb. The last thing I remember was thinking about my baby and seeing it cuddled into my side. I stroked my little turtles head before closing my eyes and falling into never-ending darkness.

2 hours later *SpongeBob narrator voice* (still Mariah's pov)

As I opened my eyes, all I saw was white, more white, a little bit more white, white, different shades of white and black. Oh, the black was the window. It was dark outside and I realised I was in the hospital. Ugh, it's so creepy and where everything bad happens. I half expect the girl from the ring to come in and have a deep voice and tell me her elaborate plan to kill me and take over the world but then she gets killed and I'm saved, woohoo.

Today's memories came flooding in and then that's when I remember, my baby, my poor little pineapple. It's probably very scared without its mummy. I hope the daddy is still there. I was pulled from my thoughts as the father of my son came into the room.
"Michael!" I squealed. "Tell me everything!"
"Well I got super drunk, you got super high-"
"I got high? How?" I questioned but he ignored me but still answered my questions.
"-by digesting this weird white drug and some pot brownies."
"That's why the sugar was hidden and in a brown bag, makes sense."
Michael shook his head at me in amusement and then continued with the wonderful story.
"You, after ingesting the brownies, were close to fainting but then you saw this pig-" I cut him off once again.
"A pig?" I bellowed. "That pig is our son, Brandon, sure our cutiepututie is a little fat and pink and may have hooves for hands and feet and has this snout-like nose and oinks." I stopped before gasping. "Our little honey angel IS a pig."
Michael nodded before continuing the epic story of Mariah Tangerine and Michael Urinkston.
"So we both thought that the cute pig was our son and then you had the brilliant idea," of course I did. "That we should roleplay Romeo and Juliet so you wasted a ton of paper printing the balcony scene which we then performed at a red light which took longer than a red light," of course it did you potato. "So the car drivers were getting annoyed at us so they called the police but then one of the police skidded on the road and may or may not have hit you causing you to have a concussion."

After finishing the brilliant tale of Miss Tangerine and Mr Urinkston, I looked at him with my mouth wide agape. We actually did this. High five High Mariah. I should get high more often.
"Am I going to get arrested for doing these reckless things and doing drugs," I asked Michael frightfully as I was scared of the consequences of such a fun night.
"Nope, Kimberly paid off everything because she thought it was hilarious." He replied. "She went home so you can say thank you tomorrow and I stayed because I wanted to make sure you were okay." He finished before blushing lightly.
"Oh, and where is Brandon, does he belong to someone or can I like adopt him?" I asked because Brandon was amazing and I genuinely loved him. Michael got up but came back a minute later with a cute shuffling little pork chop in his hands. I stretched my hands out with a grin that was threatening to break my face. As soon as the raw ham was in my hands I hugged him and started speaking to it.
"Awww, how is my little sweet cheeks doing? You look so good. You are so cute and I love your little nose. OMG!! You are so adorable and I love you so much! I promise never got leave you again. Ok!" I cooed in a baby voice as I rubbed the little honey buns tummy.
"I asked your parents and they agreed to let you keep it as long as you look after it and pay for its expenses and not let it dirty your house." Michael murmured to me, as a slightly stronger blush crept up his neck as he ran his fingers through his luscious hair. I squealed as I heard that and jumped up from my bed giving him the biggest hug ever while little Brandy was making himself comfortable as he could be on the uncomfortable hospital bed. We both laughed, our laughs synchronising as we slightly pulled apart and looked at each other, his big blue eyes swirling with lust.
"I love you," he whispered as he bent down and kissed my smiling lips. I kissed him back and we were in a passionate battle with our tongues. As we pulled apart he leaned his forehead against mine while looking into my eyes, his lips swollen.
"You should sleep. It's 2 am." He uttered lowly.
"As long and you sleep with me," I replied truthfully as he nodded and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. I was happy, I had a wonderful guy and a fresh (because he's not cooked and made into ham so he is fresh) son. I was loved and my life was complete. Maybe not all bad things happened at the hospital. I sighed as I snuggled back into Michael's loving arms. A sisters love is one thing, but a lovers love was a completely other thing, but just as amazing and beautiful.
"Btw Mariah, the pig is a girl, let's call her Brandy, close enough to Brandon."

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Thank you for reading!

Give a vote for Brandy the pig.

Malaika xoxo

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Some really cool girl gave me the idea for this. She wanted to get high. Mariah is based off her and the real-life person is so amazing and I'm sooooo jelly.
(On top is the actual message she - Mariah (not her actual name, it's just a nickname I call her for some weird reason) - sent me and yes, she chose the surname Tangerine for some reason, she's really weird and unique but oh well 😂)