Blue Diamonds....
(March 2, 2005)
Jay: *calls Bey* Baby where you at?
Bey: Jay stop calling me. Im on my way.
Jay: Bey hurry up, Ma gone be here in a lil bit.
Bey: Bye Jay *hangs up*
(Jay)
Damn I wish Bey hurry up with the gifts and her cake. Shit while Im trippin, let me check this food before I burn it up.
Bey: *comes in laughing on the phone* Girl you so crazy! *puts stuff down on the counter* Alright talk to ya later, love ya sis *hangs up*
Jay: Who was that?
Bey: Damn you nosey.
Jay: So I cant know who you talkin to now?
Bey: You need to chill Jay. You been actin crazy for the last two weeks.
Jay: How I been actin crazy? *sets food down*
Bey: Cause lately you been all in my shit. Who Im talkin to? Where Im going? Who Im with? Why I gotta go? Idk whats wrong with you.
Jay: I aint been doing that shit. You lyin
Bey: Oh so now im a liar? Whatever Jay
Jay: Yea whatever
*doorbell rings*
Bey: I got it....come on Jr lets go see who it is. *opens door* Heyyy Mama
Jr: Gwammaaaa!!!! *hugs her*
MG: *picks Jr up and kisses him* Hey my baby. I missed you.
Jr: I mish you too. I gotta new twuck. Wanna see it?
MG: *smiles* Yea lets see ya truck....*hugs Bey* Hey baby
Bey: Um Mama wanna introduce your friend?
MG: Oh..hold on Granny baby ill be there in a minute
Jr: Otay Gwamma *runs and plays*
MG: Pardon me. Beyonce is this LeRoy. LeRoy this is my daughter Beyonce
LeRoy: *shakes Bey's hand* Hi, nice to meet you....you didn't tell me you had a daughter name Beyonce baby
MG: She is my future daughter-in-law, I just claim her already *laughs*
LeRoy: *chuckles* Ok...I cant wait to claim you
Bey: O_O um *walks in the kitchen* Baby Mama's here.
Jay: Ok, let me put this meatloaf back in the oven and go speak
Bey: Jay, she brought a friend. Don't trip when you go in there.
Jay: Why would I trip because she brought a friend? *walks out to speak*
Bey: He'll be right back *looks at watch*
Jay: *back in the kitchen* Omg baby im trippin
Bey: *laughs* Told you
Jay: Who the fuck is that nigga Bey?
Bey: How the hell am I suppose to know?
Jay: That fool gotta go
Bey: Jay stop it. Act like you got some damn sense
Jay: *breathes* Ok *gets food out* Tell them dinner is ready please
Bey: Ok *walks out* Come here Jr, you ready to eat eat?
Jr: Yesh ma'am. I hungwy.
Bey: Ok come on. Ma, LeRoy dinner is ready.
MG: Ok, here we come
