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|ONIKA MARAJ| August 1st Beverly Hills, California
Reruns of The Walking Dead filled the room as Beyoncé and I laid still on the sheets. We were at Mama Tina's waiting on her to finish the Seafood Gumbo she promised the kids.
All 3 of them were still at school though. I guess she decided, now was the best time to make the food.
Lauren and Solange were downstairs with her too. I loved how Mama always counted Lauren as one of her own.
Beyoncé was so into this damn show and it wasn't even that interesting. We were in her old room from when she was younger. Mama told me this house was older than me, it was just rebuilt and adjusted multiple times.
"Baby, I don't like this." I started paying attention to show noticing all the disgustingly looking people. It was for sure called the walking dead for a reason.
"Why not? They not real zombies, baby." She said and continued rubbing on me. Whatever.
She knew I hated scary stuff! It always made me have nightmares and made me afraid of the dark. Every time I watch something like this and i'm alone in the dark I get convinced that something is going to pop out and get it. Like deadass.
I just kissed my teeth and stuffed my face in her neck. I didn't want to watch this.
Minutes had gone by and I was getting irritated by the minute. I needed to do something to cure this boredom.
I straddled her lap and I could only stare at her, trying to decide which part of her face I should mess with first. I'll go for her cheeks.
My hands mushed and played with her cheeks and she payed me no mind. I always did shit like this. Her cheeks were my favorite thing on her face. Well after her lips.
I continued doing what I wanted until I felt her pulling my hands away from her nose. I guess that was the last straw. "Baby?"
I just responded with a small 'Hm' and my finger went right back in her nose. "Can you stop digging in my nose, please?"
I was a little took back by that. "Why?"
She laughed and took her eyes off the screen. "Because I want to watch TV without my nose tickling." That hurt my feelings.
She obviously didn't want nothing to do with me. I could feel my eyes tearing up already. It made no sense how much of a cry baby I was with her.
