Petals

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Onika stared at herself in the mirror, the slick dress she had on was hugging her body and Onika couldn't tell if it was in all the right parts or not. It surely wasn't helping with her anxiety.

"Onika! How's the dress trying going?" Carol asked from outside the dressing room. Onika sighed, her mother had taken her dress shopping for her performance that was just in a few days and decided to drag Beyoncé with them.

Beyoncé bounced her leg while looking around at the dresses and racks that passed her way. She wasn't used to being in a place like..this. It was a place full of tons of types of dresses and even custom made ones. It was all girly and dressy.

She remembered being forced into places like this—she was often unhappy and grumpy. This time wasn't as bad—she wasn't the one trying in dresses and because her friend was here. "Maybe she can't hear me?" Carol mumbled and Beyoncé sighed. She stood up and brushed off the glitter that somehow got on her black ripped jeans.

"I'll go check on her." Beyoncé said with a small smile thrown the Carol, the older woman nodded. "Thank you, I just hope she's alright in there." Carol said and Beyoncé could see the concern in her eyes.

She looked at the curtain separating Beyoncé from Onika and attempted to knock—before realizing its fabric. "Cmon Yoncé—sheesh." She mumbled to herself, ignoring her mistake she decided to call out for onika.

"Hey, Nika. It's bey. Can I—come in?" Beyoncé asked and she heard a quiet—yet uncertain yes on the other side. She shoved the curtain away, and closed it quickly behind her. Giving Carol a kind reassuring smile beforehand.

She took a deep breath before turning around and looking at the very person she came in there for.

"You okay?" Onika asked and Beyoncé shook her head chuckling, taking a seat on a bench connected to the wall. "I should be asking you that." The blonde said and Onika sighed. Beyonce couldn't even begin to ignore the complete

All Beyonce could see was Onikas back,the girl wouldn't even stand in front of the mirror. She appeared to be wearing a dark forest green dress—the fabric looked expensive, to beyonce at least. She couldn't help but let her eye scan over Onika's figure. The girl had curves, beyonce looked away in respect for onika, who had become uncharacteristically quiet.

"I don't think you've ever been this quiet. Ever. You're usually yelling at me by now." Beyoncé half joked and she heard Onikas airy laugh, "Yeah, I am aren't I?" she asked softly and beyoncé immediately noticed a different tone in her voice.

"The dress looks nice." Beyoncé complimented, and for the first time since she'd stepped in there she saw Onika look at herself in the mirror. and the blonde was at a lost for words.

the dress was more form fitting than beyoncé had realized, it also pushed onikas breast up a bit, and it hung off the shoulders; showing off her collarbone. beyoncé couldn't help but think she really did look pretty.

"I don't like it on me. I didn't even want to go dress shopping—I hate it in all honestly." Onika sighed and beyoncé frowned. "Why?" she asked. Onika seemed like the kind of girl to frequent places like this.

"The right dress takes—forever to find. I used to enjoy it but—that memory is a bit tainted now." Onika huffed out and Beyoncé frowned. "Why? Because of kehlani?" Beyoncé was sure she already knew the answer to her question. and from onikas silence, it was obvious.

"You can't let her ruin everything for you." Beyoncé expressed.

"It's hard to when everything I used to do included her." Onika stated, beyoncé watched her as she began pacing the dressing room. "I mean—she really did just ruin everything and I know damn well she's probably going to be at my performance. I don't get it—why the hell do I care so much?" Onika asked herself and Beyoncé could hear the pure anguish in onikas voice.