Beyoncé
December 19th
Tennessee

I pulled up to the address Di sent me, ringing the doorbell a few times before she opened the door.

"Hi Bumble bee" She smiled big, her pearly whites all over the place making me squint my eyes. She only smiles this big when she needs something.

"Hii... Can I come in?."

"Yes ofcourse." She stepped back, giving me space to walk in.

The house was extremely beautiful. Had a big and brightly lit chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room, with most of the objects either in while, or golden brown. It belonged to one of her many boyfriends and I must say out of all the one I knew, this one has the best taste.

"So... Why'd you call me here?." I asked, squinting my eyes again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?."

"I don't know, you called me here for 'important business' and you're smiling alot. The you I know doesn't smile alot." I said with folded arms.

"Okay well, sit down first. Get comfortable, I'll get you something to drink and then tell you why I called you here." I squinted my eyes at her a little more and plopped my ass down on a big white couch. I kicked off my shoes, folding my feet in a criss-cross position. She did say to get comfortable. She smiled at me again before going into the kitchen. I decided to check in on Barbie to pass time.

B.🐝
Hi baby.

Barb🦄
My love😗

B.🐝
🤭. You had anything to eat?

Barb🦄
Um.. yeah. Amala cooked for us. Ngl, she knows how to throw it down in the kitchen.

B.🐝
😂, Well that's nice. I miss you tho.

Barb🦄
You just left like what, 20 something minutes ago..

B.🐝
Still. I love you🥺

Barb🦄
Aww, same😚

I sat for a minute staring at the message 'aww, same' who replies an I love you like that... Maybe I rushed it.. too early for the ily shit.

"Alright, hot chocolate?." Diamonté asked, sashaying out of the kitchen with two mugs in her hand.

"Thanks." I said, giving a faint smile.

"Becareful, it's really hot." I nodded my head still thinking about that damn message.

"What's wrong love?." She asked, noticing my current state. I signed deep, wondering if to tell her about it or not.

"It's nothing." Telling Di would definitely make things worse. She'll put things in my head that I would never even think of.

"You sure?."

"Very. Now what did you want to tell me?." I asked, blowing on the hot beverage before taking a sip of it.

"I want to throw a party." She said, taking a sip of her drink as well.

"Why, the hell?." She was in a house that wasn't her own... Technically. And she wants to throw a party, in the harsh cold of the winter.

"I'm in Tennessee.. I have to let the people know."

"W- which people, why am I even involved?."

"IG people. I just feel like it for real and you are involved because you're my bestest best friend and I need you to help me with preparations." She said, smiling big again. I scrunched my face up at her, giving her a doubtful look. "Plus it'll make you forget about whatever it is that's bothering you that you don't want to talk about." I rolled my eyes at her playfully, she was still on that. But she was right. All through our current conversation, I've been thinking about the damn text. Things are now starting to feel rushed.

"Ugh fine."

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"I swear to God Di, you fucking owe me." I sat down at her dining, exhausted and smelling like vanilla extract.

"I know baby. And I'll do whatever you want. For now just go upstairs and wash up. There's baking powder all over you." I stood up sluggishly and gave her a look asking where the bathroom was. She showed me and I slowly made my way upstairs to the first door by my right.

I took the apron I had on off me and splashed water on my face, washing off the flour rubbed on it. Good thing I did really wear makeup. I grabbed a wet towel, using it to brush off the little spills of icing on my top.

When I was done I turned on my phone to check what time it was, 19:20. I'd been Soo busy preparing snacks for the guests Diamonté's having over I didn't even realize when time passed. I opened my messages, a slight urge pushing me to text Barbie.. I sighed deeply and put my phone down. I'd let her text me first.

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Onika
December 19th
Tennessee

"On your marks.." Amala looked at me with a glare, I simply set my foot forward ready to crush this.

"Ready.. set.." Summer looked between us, the tension thick enough to cut through.

"Go!." She waved a red rag in the air and with that we took off, with speed.

Amala and I were currently racing each other to a nearby restaurant, the looser has to pay for everyone's meal. There was enough money for everyone to pay for themselves but where's the fun in that.

Amala took a sharp turn to her left, probably taking a short cut.

"Oh okay, that's how we're playing it." I grabbed the water gun I hid under my car seat, squirting it at her. Her windows were rolled down so the water sprayed at her directly, giving me some time to get ahead.

I didn't relish my victory for long as she eventually sped past me, shooting me her middle finger as she did so. I tried driving ahead of her, but she gave me no room. I feel like her foot was pressed down Soo hard on the gas, it was going to make a dent in the floor of her car. She was moving Soo fast, there was no way I could get ahead.

Soon enough we got to the restaurant, her pulling up first, and me second. She got out of the car, flipping the hoodie of her fur coat on.

"Hehehehe, I guess you're paying slowpoke." She smiled big. That victory smile that made me want to shove my fingers up her nostrils. Instead of being violent, I just shut her my two middle fingers. Ming and Summer pulled up shortly after us. We weren't supposed to be out because anyone could see us, the whole Idea of moving here was to be undercover, unknown to anyone.. but it was almost Christmas, we needed to go out atleast once, especially Summer.. I knew how bored she must've been staying indoors all these days. Plus one day out won't cause any damage anyway.

"That was a very nice race. Mala boo, I knew you'd win. My sister's always been slow." Ming said, resting her arm on Amala's shoulder.

"Look who's talking, it took you three years to understand the simplest math equations." I crossed my arms, looking right at Ming. She simply rolled her eyes and went to help Summer out of the car.

"But she is right Nika, you have always been pretty slow. Now come on you guys, let's get in there and order the fanciest stuff on the menu because we don't have to pay." Amala smiled that smug smile again as she walked into the restaurant with Ming and Summer following her closely. I walked in after them and we got seated at a boothe.

"This place is actually really nice." Summer said, taking in the 90's theme. It was, I can't even lie. I just hope their food was as good. Ming signaled for a waitress and we all placed our orders.

"So.. Ming, how's everything going for you and Kayden?." Amala asked.

"Very nice actually. He's coming over on the 22nd to meet my family." Ming replied. She smiled big, almost blushing just by talking about him.

"Isn't it a bit I dunno early for that?." I asked, cocking my head to the side. I didn't mean to judge but they just started dating last month. It felt a little early to me but then again I wasn't even sure what love was.

"Hmm, a little. But it makes us both happy." She replied.

"Mmm." Summer groaned, holding her stomach. Her bump was growing really fast. And she was glowing too. Amala quickly held her like the loving girlfriend she is.

"You okay sweetheart?."

"Um yeah..  I just I think it moved." She smiled, we all smiled. Although I was mad pissed about this pregnancy at first, it's a blessing.

Our food arrived, brought to us by a different waitress. She had red fiery, with the two front pieces dyed blonde. Her face was peppered with light freckles, her ears were pierced with diamond butterfly studs in each hole. Her nose was also pierced, with a golden nose ring, glittering on her face. She had lightskin, and looked mixed, Eastern Africa with a mix of something else.

"Here's your food." She said looking up at us with a smile. She looked extremely beautiful, her looks captivated me I can't even lie.

"Thank you." We all voiced out. She nodded and walked away as we all went back to our food.

Once we were done, I checked the time, 23:45. Beyoncé was still out..

"Um.. you guys.. Do you think Bey would be home by now?."

"Nope. Why you ask tho, she can take care of herself." Amala shrugged.

"Yeah, I know that. But she's still the daughter of a Billionaire, people know Matthew.. whatchu think would happen if they find his daughter?."

"She's with Di. She's probably safe."

"True but I'm still bothered." I decided to text her to be sure.

Barb🦄
Hey boo, you aiit?.

No reply. I decided to call. I let it ring a couple of times, no one answered.

"It's either she's not with her phone or..." My mind told me she was doing something.. I just wasn't sure. "Ming, you have her number yeah?."

"Yup. Let me call." I nodded my head and watched Ming place the call. It rung a few times before Beyoncé answered. I knew it, she was ignoring me. What for!?.

"Hey Minggg." She said dragging Ming's name a little too much.

"Hi Beyoncé.. um.. where are you?." Ming asked quickly. The call was on speakerphone so I could hear everything, the place sounded noisy.

"I- I'm at Diamonté's house.. well her boyfriend's. She's hosting a party, I swear to God.. it's Soo fun. You should come." She giggled. She sounded high.

"That sounds like a nice idea. What's the address?." Beyoncé told her the address then said goodbye. I was currently fuming. Why did she ignore me.

"I'm gonna go over there." I stood up and started getting my things.

"You want us to come?." Amala asked.

"No. I can handle it. You guys go home." They nodded and made their way out, I signaled for a waitress , the red haired waitress came to me.

"You guys done?.. it wasn't too long ago you got your food."

"Yeah, something came up. The bill please?." She handed me the bill and I payed with my credit card. I noticed her looking at me repeatedly, her eyes searching my face like she was trying to find out something.

"What?." I asked, the anger evident in my voice.

"Do I know you from somewhere?."

"No." I said bluntly. I stood up and made my way out of the restaurant and into my car.

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Beyoncé
December 19th
Tennessee

This was starting to look like a bad idea.

I couldn't see clearly. I'd drank God knows how many shots of God knows what and it was started to have an effect on me. My stomach churned and I felt like I was going to vomit. Everything was spinning.

I stood up –almost hitting my head on the table– and made my way to the bathroom. I ran to the toilet, spewing out everything that's entered my mouth all day.

"Yoooo." I felt a hand stroke my back, lifting my hair up. I was worried because I didn't know who it was but then again, no bad guy would hold your hair up while you vomited.

I stood up and wiped my mouth, flushing the toilet and watching the barf go down. Yuck.

I wobbled over to the sink and rinsed my mouth and face.

"You okay?." The person who held up my hair said. It was a girl. I looked at her through the mirror, she was dark skinned with straight jet black hair and big doe eyes.

"Yes, thank you." I smiled. Before I could even ask her name, the door was busted open with Diamonté running in.

"Beyoncé. Shit is going down.. Barbie's here." My face turned blank. Shit. I knew she'd try to come here after I told Ming the address what was I thinking.

"Why?."

"You're asking me like I know. Just come get your girl, she's being rude to everyone just cause she's looking for you." And with that Diamonté left. I huffed and began making my way to the door. Everything was still spinning causing me to stumble.

"I'll help you out." The girl hooked an arm around me, helping me downstairs.

"Beyoncé!." Barbie yelled. The black hair girl let go off me and went back to whatever business she has while I made my way to Barbie.

"Yes?." I stood Infront of her with my arms crossed. She shook her head and grabbed my arm, dragging me out the door.

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Onika
December 19th
Tennessee

Beyoncé was a hot mess. Her eyes were hooded, I doubt she could even see me clearly, but she was still trying her best to wiggle out of my grip.

"Leave me."

"You have a problem." I opened up the car door and sat her in, putting on her seatbelt.

"It's always me with the problem. I'm not a child you know." She said crossing her arms.

"Yeah but you're mine."
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I love you all. 😗🖤