Look at this shit I would like to call 'Oreo Musketeer'
TW:Cursing, Four Anthony's in the same room (not Juan)
Y/n POV:
As I wake up the next morning, I see that Justin is already up with someone that looks like him. Naomi then gets up and out of nowhere screams because there were 'two Justin's'. The mysterious guy then introduces himself, "Hey guys. You might not know me, but I'm Julio (Younger). "Naomi and I sit appalled for a moment. Then there's a knock at the door. "Are you fucking kidding me, " I scream. Julio looks at me like I was crazy. Naomi and I go to answer the door.

And guess who was there? Yup. Another guy that looks like Justin. I practically faint since there were 'three' of them. "Justin, What is happening, " I asked. He then says, "Both are my cousins and that guy at the door is Kilo (White Girl,I hate that movie). "I sit there with Naomi and she shrugs her shoulders. After Kilo comes in and sits for about five minutes, there's another knock at the door. "Well, shit, "I say. Kilo looks at me like I'm weird but shrugs it off. Again, both Naomi and I go to the door and there's a guy with glasses and I finally faint for about 10 seconds.

He looks at me, then Naomi and then at Justin, Julio, and Kilo. Justin all of a sudden runs up to him and hugs him like he's the only thing in the world. "Naomi, Y/n, meet my cousin Mars (She's Gotta Have It). I thought I was going to faint again. All four of them stare only at me for some odd reason. "Uh...... Y/n, you alright, " Justin and Naomi ask at the same time. "Shit, " is all I could say. Mars, Julio, and Kilo all say at the same time, "Watch your profanity(yes I just made a vine reference)."I run off because it's just too much.

Mystery POV:
I can't tell you who I am, but I can tell you, Y/n was a pretty girl. It's my mission to make her mine. I don't care if Justin has her. I want her all to myself.

Oh shit. Who's the mystery person? Whichever three people guess it right, I'll PM you and give you a shout out in the next part. And requests are now open. So, REQUEST AWAY!!!

Look at my little baby cousin. Pride is not the word I'm looking for. I will raise her up like Simba and sing the opening number to Lion King. God, what am I doing with my life.

Random lyric chain:
Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note.