Imagines

On The Way (Camila)

"Yo, this is Channel 107.6, The Heat, and you're back with your boy, DJ Sweat. Today, we have someone special on the show, out with her new hit album, TWENTY88 featuring Jhene Aiko, multi-grammy winning Y/n Y/l/n!" One side of my lips shifted upwards at the cheesy applause sound effects. "How you doing today, Y/n?"

I breathed out, bringing the mic closer to my lips in an attempt to hide my sudden smile. "I'm doing pretty damn amazing, you?"

"I can't complain, I can't complain." DJ Sweat - a slightly overweight, dark skinned dude with short dreads tucked under an Eagles hat - leaned back in his chair, eyes pinning me in a curious gaze. "May I ask what has you feeling so great?" Images of tan skin, dark hair, and lush, pink lips curling into a bright smile assaulted my mind. Brown eyes so hypnotizing I could stare into them for days. "Yo, you still here? Was the pussy that good that you still thinking about it?" He questioned after I went silent for a while.

I flinched, heart rate accelerating as I thought that maybe he read my mind, but then I realized he was just being a dick. "Always," I chuckled, pushing my nervous reaction off as a joke. "No, my album is really the thing that has me in such a great mood lately. Jhene is an amazing artist, and just seeing everyone enjoy and vibe to what we put out is such a great feeling."

"I feel ya." He nodded, motioning to a nearby crew member to bring out some sheets of paper. "Well, you know how we do it here on The Heat. We like to play a few games, get loose and crap, and then start talking."

"Of course, what we playing?" I had been on The Heat a few times already, and everytime there little 'games' managed to get me into deep shit. I got punched by Kehlani for choosing her in Which is the Bitch. Some of my fans turned on me when I said half of the oldest presidents were racist fuckers in a game of Res the Pres - didn't need those dumbass fans anyway -. Those games weren't even that bad though.

The worst game by far was called "Blow in the Hole."I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Okay, where just going to jump right in! For those of you listening who have never heard this game; basically, where going to show Y/n hot or ugly people, and have her pick which hole she would bust a nut in." As I said, the worst fucking game. "First one," I waited in anxiety as DJ Sweat slowly pulled up the first piece of paper, fortunately the person who was pictured on the other side was a close friend. I could get away with joking on this one. "Vanessa Moe."

"Easy," I chuckled, my fingers tapping an indiscernible beat against my leg. "You seen those lips? Those eyes? I'm looking her dead in them as I bust in her mouth."

He chuckled right on cue, playing the back and forth of interviewer and the person getting interviewed perfectly. "Her eyes are fucking sexy man."

"I know right!" I laughed, already mentally preparing myself for the next picture.

It was a great thing that I did, because the next person he pulled almost made me gasp out loud. "Lauren Jauregui, she's a fine mami if I do say so myself."

I'm dead. So obviously, horribly dead. Maybe I could make sure she didn't listen to the interview. I had a lot of them, it's not like she listened to every one.

Nah, who am I fooling? She listens to and watches every fucking one. I'm dead.

There was legit nothing I could do though. If I trashed Lauren, I would look like the bad guy - not to mention a liar cause Lauren is gorgeous - but if I didn't, Lauren's ex would strangle me in my sleep. Hmm. Decisions.

"Man, can I pick all the options?" Sweat burst into laughter, head thrown back and all.

"If you explain them in order, then yeah, I'll allow it." Damn you, Sweat!