Beyoncé's Pov
"Who the hell got yo face scrunched up like that?" Abel said taking a sip of his pink lemonade.
We were at a country club, I enjoyed taking my father here from time to time. I knew the man liked golf. Abel liked tagging along as his golf buddy even though he was terrible at it.
"I was just thinking.." I said letting my thoughts get ahead of me again before Abel spoke up.
"Yeah Giselle, you always thinking. You thinking about about how you need yo pussy a—" Before he could finish I put my palm over his mouth.
I whispered low. "Nigga you can't be saying shit like that around here so loudly damn." I said slowly taking my hand off his mouth.
"Oh please even your dad knows you prefer the passion fruit over the mushroom." He said taking another sip and I just looked at him like he was high. He did get high in college a lot.
He was a full time hippie after all when we were in college.
"Yeah but these nosey old homophobes ain't gotta know. I'm a black lesbian yeah, proud of it too. But I ain't gonna yell it in a predominantly white country club." I whispered. He said nodding. I guess now it made sense to him.
I just leaned back in my chair and let out a heavy sigh.
"I need a cigar." I said looking at the great view from where we were sitting. It didn't give me any excitement anymore. The wealthy life high lasted for awhile, but now it's boring.
"You need a girlfriend—better yet a wife." Abel said.
"Nigga, why you keep interrupting my thoughts?" I said giving him the stank face.
"I don't know, why you keep thinking out loud? Think quieter." He said shrugging taking a long sip.
He's always been like this, sometimes I wondered why he was still even my friend.
Oh right, he's himself. Annoying, but caring when it counts. He can also deal with my attitude. Even as kids he didn't falter.
"Whatever—and stop with this wife stuff. That ain't gonna happen any time soon." Probably never. I loved women, but so far I haven't fallen in love with one. Or even enjoyed the company of one that didng involve our clothes off.
"I'm 27–"
"Almost 28." He just had to chime that part in.
"Whatever just-ugh." I said putting my head down on the table. I couldn't get Onika out of my head.
What happened to her?
We were in the same city?
When did she move here?
Why was she working at a cafe and not a big time millionaire author or a doctor or married with a rich husband and a kid already?
Was that her from that night walking alone ?
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
"Just tell me what's wrong Bey, I know you're gonna yell it to me later and I rather it be now because I have a massage later to get to." He said taking one of last sip of his pink lemonade.
"Just- Okay. Do you remember a girl named Onika?" I asked and he looked unphased. And then almost as if a light clicked in his head.
