Beyoncé
November 6th
Atlanta, Georgia

"You cooked this?." Barbie asked while still chewing on the rest of my breakfast as she pointed a finger at me.

"No, he did." I said pointing to Shawn.

"Ooh, aiit, I respect you now. This is nice." She said shooting him a thumbs up as she continued with my food. Food I should be eating.

"Yeah okay, um Shawn, you need to leave." I said with a smile. As annoying as Barbie was being, I just didn't want him here.

"Oh, okay." He replied returning my smile. He gave me a hug, pecking my cheek before going upstairs to put on a shirt. The minute he was gone I wiped my cheek as Barbie snickered.

"You 'on't like him huh?." She laughed.

"Oh my God, it shows?." I groaned as her laughter only increased. Shawn was a really nice person but i was over him. Brighter things were in my future, and currently all I needed from him was his dick and cooking. He was basically a repeated one night to me.

After he minute he came back downstairs now fully clothed. He smiled at me, me smiling back although mine was a little smaller.

"I'll call you later." Well who cares. I smiled though and nodded my head as he walked towards the door, stopping by where Barbie sat.

"It was nice meeting you." He said smiling at her.

"Heh.. Yeah. Drop this off at the kitchen on your way out?." She replied, inching the now empty plate towards him. With a smile he took it and went to the kitchen, dropping it off before leaving. "Did he make lunch?." She asked shooting her head up like he forgot something.

"No." She stood up and began making her way to the door to call him back. I grabbed her hand, pulling her back in. "Sit down." She did as told with a pout. This woman was a whole different person once it came to food.

"Why are you here again." I asked with folded arms.

"Oh yeah, right." She stood up and adjusted the jackets she had on. "Wanna take you out to dinner." She shrugged. My eyes grew wide as I wrinkled my nose.

"Oh my God, pinch me."

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Onika
November 6th
Atlanta, Georgia

"Oh my God, pinch me." Beyoncé said with the funniest look on her face.

"Huh?." I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Pinch me. You, want to take me out for dinner!?." She asked with wide eyes.

"Yep."

"And you think I'll go?."

"Nope. I know you will." I smirked. I was right though.

"Ha!. Let me remind you, you still haven't apologised for that argument that time, I did but you ended the call." I groaned and fell back on the seat.

"I thought we were done with that, but it was for a good reason. I suspected something and I had to find it out that's why I ended the call abruptly." I explained as she wrinkled her nose again but without the wide eyes this time.

"So this dinner thingy.. Is it like a date or?.." Hell naw. I fell on my back and began laughing, almost losing my breath.

"You wish. Its more like an.. Apology, or like.. Yunno when you run into an old friend in a coffee shop and like you're really busy but you haven't seen them in a while, plus they look really miserable, so you spare them your time and catch up with them. In this case you're the old friend." I shrugged. She squinted her eyes at me, looking at me like she was trying to scan something.

"I'll think about it."

"Whatever." I said, throwing my hands up. The doorbell rang as it flung open the minute whoever than was outside realised the door was open.

"Oh, damn. Sorry I'm late sis, got caught u- shit." Beyoncé's little friend said coming in as she breathless put her hand on the table. Her facial expression fell once she caught a glimpse of me, mine doing same as we rolled our eyes at eachother.

"It was about time." Beyoncé said playfully rolling her eyes at her tired friend. The girl walked into the house, glaring at me. With that an idea struck.

"Sorry, had to stay back for a few reasons." She smirked as Beyoncé smacked the backside of her head.

"So if I was dieing, you woilda left me waiting just so you could cum?." Bey asked making me snicker.

"Well, it was a good reason and lucky for us well mostly you, you weren't dieing. Plus he's gone now so hooray!, pop the orange juice bottle." She said as she leaned back in her seat. Beyoncé rolled her eyes before going into the kitchen. Time to make my move.

I stood up and inched closer to the woman who's eyes were closed. Once I was sat close enough, I cleared my throat making her open her eyes. Once she realised it was me she opened her mouth to scream as I immediately placed my hand over it.

"Shut up."

"Why are you sitting close to me?. Beyoncé where's that juice!?." She yelled as I covered her mouth again.

"I'm coming. I'm all out so, freshly squeezed!." Beyoncé replied making me sigh in relief.

"Look I need your help." I said as she looked at me with wide eyes.

"You!?. Need my help?." She asked, laughing as I looked at her with a straight face. "Well why?."

"I'll explain later I ju-"

"Shut it. Whatever this is, its important because you can't stand me as much as I can't stand you, so.. Talk."

"Okay. I want to ask you a few questions, I plan on taking Bey out for dinner, not in any fucking a date more like an apology for an argument we had." I shrugged. Her eyes grew wider as she screamed, finally. I face palmed as Beyoncé came out of the kitchen in a worried look.

"What!?."

"Nothing, go back." She smiled. Beyoncé rolled her eyes before going back.

"You like my friend don't you?." She asked as I laughed.

"What's your name?." I asked ignoring her question.

"Monté. Now you like her hmmm?." She asked again, still pressing the question.

"I never said so. I said I wanted to apologise." I shrugged. She rolled her eyes and sat up right.

"Your phone?." She asked. I unlocked my phone and gave it to her, she typed whatever it was that I assumed to be her number and gave it to me. I saw her name saved as, wedding planer💍🎂.

"Thank me later." She said before getting up and going to the kitchen.

Yeah... No.

I instantly changed her name to chipmunk🐿, feeling better as I changed the name her number was saved as. The idea of a wedding with Beyoncé cringed me out. Not right now.
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