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Hearing a buzzing sound, Beyoncé huffs believing it to be a hallucination. Her thoughts are proven wrong when she feels his arms move from around her waist and all of a sudden, Michael's voice is heard in the silence speaking into her cellphone, "Hello?"
"I know you fuckin' lyin'! Where the fuck is Beyoncé? Nigga, you better bring my bitch back alive and in one piece or I'll have your ass fucked up! Ya got some damn nerve, pickin' up her phone like you pay bills and shit!"
Her eyes fly open at the sound of LaTavia's voice booming through the cellphone and she reaches back, swinging her arm around in an attempt to take the phone from him to no avail. "Give me my phone!"
He laughs, taking the phone from his ear and holding it against her ear so she wouldn't have to sit up to hold it. "LaTavia, I'm alive. Please shut yo ass up so I can sleep," Beyoncé mumbled sleepily in hopes of silencing her friend, though as expected, she got the exact opposite.
"Bitch, ya best be dead! I know good and well you ain't disappear and ain't let nobody know where you at? You must be outcha mothafuckin dome-"
"Skrrrt! I'm gon' stop you right there," Beyoncé interrupts before sitting up and preparing to drag her friend, "Put the phone on speaker, please."
After moving her hair out of her face, she begins reminding her friend of who she is, "Ain't you the bitch that went to Cancun wit a nigga ya knew for only two days? Ain't you the same bitch that was a drug dealer for three weeks on fuckin' accident and almost caught a felony charge? Ain't you the same bitch that went missing because instead of taking ya ass to school for a week witcha dumb ass, you called yaself beefin' wit us and wanted to run wit a bunch of hood bitches from Saint Roch. Bitch, ya better bring ya voice down ten notches talkin' to me."
"Fuck you, Bey. I hope Ted Bundy there gave ya an STD or a baby, bitch. Kelly come get dis phone before I whoop her ass."
Rolling her eyes, Beyoncé laughed into the phone, "You ain't whoopin' shit, hoe."
Michael chuckled at her friend's wish for her, dismissing the girl's thoughts for numerous reasons. He appreciates having casual sex like any other man, yet he doesn't fuck just anybody so it'd be unlikely for him to give anyone a disease and don't get him started on kids. Being told as a teenager that your sperm count was lower than normal only encouraged him to mess with anyone raw, yet diseases were still a factor.
Hearing the girls talk amongst themselves and laugh as Beyoncé waited for Kelly to get on the phone motivated Michael to say something.
"I coulda talked to ya friend for you, y'know," Michael says matter-of-factly and instead of being annoyed, Beyoncé couldn't help but be amused at him. Even the strongest man couldn't survive being in a room with the group of girls for no more than five minutes so for him to even think he could survive conversing on the phone with LaTavia was cute.
