Walk With Me 1

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Beyoncé

I hang out with my dad today. He bought some steaks and corn along with other foods to grill. When I was a little girl we used to have grilled dinners on Sundays. He'd get his tongs and his apron with a silly dad joke and some bug spray and I'd stand next to the grill eating off of it as he'd cook, drinking a sprite and talking to him.

My dad has really been my best friend since the beginning.

I walk out of my childhood bedroom as my dad calls for me.

"Hey, girl!" He waves me over and I take my seat as I've always done so.

I sit, hugging my knees. There's a lot on my mind, so I will admit my facial expression is off.

"What's goin' on, Bey?"

"Nothin'..."

My father sets the ring down to the side and closes the lid to the grill for a second, places his hand on his hips, then looks at me.

"Lying is bad, Beyoncé." He says. "This about Shawn?"

"No, dad."

"You feel alone."

That's the thing about Matthew Knowles, he'll read you.

"Yeah but..."

Matthew raises his brow.

I begin to think heavily about Nicki. I didn't even know I would ever have these types of feelings for another woman. I want nothing more than her for myself only.

"Dad, there's this girl."

"You're gay." He says, doesn't ask.

"Yeah."

For a second, I expect a rant. But he just looks at me then looks down then looks back up again.

He shrugs, "Beyoncé, all I care is that she treats you right and like you're worthy. Tell me more about this lady."

"She's smart, talented, sweet, funny, beautiful... works at the school with me."

"Go for it when you're ready, Beyoncé."

"But the thing is, when I told her I was leaving for dance... I don't know. She looked upset about it."

"What the hell are you two doing?!"

I just shrug.

"How long have you been knowing her?"

"Almost two years."

"Beyoncé, she likes you. You clearly like her. Speak up."

My face goes red. What exactly does one say? He opens the grill back up and flips the steak.

To be honest, I've been hoping to get a message from Nicki first. I stay quiet for some seconds and my dad turns some quiet old school R&B jams. I just don't know what is to become of my life anymore, honestly.

From the patio, looking into the kitchen through the glass doors, I notice my phone flash go off. Someone's probably sent me something.

I get up to move away from the tension and I go inside to retrieve my phone from the countertop. I turn it over and turn it on to see nick 👩🏽‍🏫 on the screen.

nick 👩🏽‍🏫:

heyyyy

I quickly move to reply.

Me:

Heyyyyy
Sup

nick 👩🏽‍🏫:

I'm good
How are you?

Me:

Good
You?

nick 👩🏽‍🏫:

Dats good
I need to ask you sum

Me:

Ask away

For a second, I shut my phone off and bite my lip in excitement.

"Beyoncé."

My dad waves me to come back outside. I take my phone with me.

"She got chu gigglin' and smilin' at that phone?"

I just smirk at turn around. He snatches my phone out of my grasp and reads the messages, squintin' real hard.

"You just got invited to a party. I'm gonna reply 'yes'." My dad types all slow and shit.

I let him reply for me and squeal running around the backyard like a little kid with such adrenaline.

I hear him laughing.

"After this party, I wanna meet her." He exclaims. "Ooh and the dinner party is at 6:30pm on Dec 8th."