Bey x Nika Oneshots

My girlfriend whose not really my girlfriend

Warning: In this one-shot (possible series), Megan and Nicki are friends. If you're still mad after the Nicki & Megan feud that occurred this year (2024), could you swipe away or be respectful in the comments? Megan is kind-hearted. I don't see how anyone could dislike her. Now, back to your regularly scheduled program.

Everyone always told me it's good to have somebody who admires you and loves you for who you are, but what if that admiration turns into a never-ending obsession?

Beyonce's POV - 2 years ago - Houston, TX - 6 p.m.

I was walking home with my sister, Megan, in tow. She's not my biological sister, but she's like a sister to me. We had just gotten off work, and quite frankly, I was tired, but Megan seemed full of energy. She was talking about a customer who kept flirting with her. On the other hand, I was not interested in what she was discussing. I was-

"Giselle, are you listening to me? Did you hear anything I was talking about?" Megan questioned.

"Yes," I said flatly.

"What did I tell you, then?" She asked as she looked at me like I was full of it.

"You were telling me about some—I don't know—What time is the next bus coming?" I questioned.

"That proves my point," Megan nearly shouted. "You weren't listening to what the hell I was saying. So, the next time you need to talk to me about something, don't come to me—" She paused for a bit. "Because I'm going to listen if it's tea," she continued in a shameful way I found hilarious. "On a serious note, are you okay?" Megan asked.

"I'm fine. I just wished you would stop talking," I said.

"Well then. I'll be quiet."

Third Ward, Houston was quiet, but not too quiet. Most of the gas stations aren't filled with crackheads in this area, but there were a lot of streets, cars, and buses. There were nice homes surrounding my neighborhood, and two Universities nearby. After 17 cars—yes, I counted—passed by, the Metro bus finally arrived.

I hopped on with Megan right behind me. You may be asking: where are we going? Well, I'm going to go see my girlfriend that's not really my girlfriend.

You might also be asking this: why are we on the public transportation bus? Well, my mom took my car keys because I kept popping up at my girlfriend's job. Yes, she snitched on me. I still love my baby, though—in fact, I think I might love her a little too much.

Onika and my mom were really close. I love and hate how Onika could go to my mom for everything. Onika still asks about my mom, which means so much to me because if you know me, you would know my mom is my world. I'd go to war about that woman—and Onika, too.

"Girl, what are you smiling for? Creepy ass," Megan mugged. I didn't know I was smiling until she said something.

"Nothing," I said, dismissively. Of course, Megan's ass continued, though.

"I didn't know Nicki was 'nothing' to you," Megan's instigating ass said.

Sighing, I told Megan, "I'm going to stop telling you everything."

"My bad. When is Ms. Tina going to give your keys back?"

"The hell if I know?" My mom is kind of strict. Pigs might actually start flying before she gives my car keys back.

"Kelly has a car. Why didn't you tell her to pick us up?"

"Why would I tell her to pick 'us' up? I didn't want your ass to come with me in the first place. The fuck did you come with me for again?"