40 year old, Beyoncè Knowles-Raymond has always tried to be the perfect Pastor's wife. Her husband, Pastor Usher Raymond, constantly puts "the work of the Lord", as is first priority. But what about the needs of his wife?
26 year old Normani Hamilto...
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Normani's P.O.V.
After church, I went to check on Megan. She didn't tell me she wasn't going to service. But I understood if she was too tired. We did have one hell of a Saturday night! I was tempted to stay home in the bed my damn self! However, I'm too addicted to Beyoncé to pass up an opportunity to see her lovely face.
When I arrived to Megan's house I rang the doorbell. She opened the door and said, "Hey, Mani. Come in."
She gave me a smile, but it was a shy one. I wondered what the hell that was about! We were best friends and neither one of us were shy or nervous around each other. We told each other personal secrets. We were there to cheer each other up when we lost loved ones, went through break ups, and other unpleasant situations. I was her protector and she was my voice of reasoning. So why was she acting like I was someone she'd just met?
"Hey...You good?", I asked her as I took a seat on her living room couch.
She nodded but barely looked at me. So I said, "Megan...don't lie to me. Something is up with you and you better tell me what it is."
Megan twiddled her thumbs. Then she looked at me and said, "I just feel a little different...You know....after last night."
"Oh! Girl, that's normal! You did something you've never done before. You should feel different", I told her.
"Mani....I don't feel different just because I did stuff with girls. I already figured I would experiment with chicks someday because I was always bi-curious", she explained.
"Ok...so what's the issue then?", I asked.
Megan sighed. "The difference is...I had sex with my best friend. And now, I feel different. Actually, I don't know what I'm feeling exactly", she responded.
"Megan....please don't tell me that we've ruined our friendship..", I said in a worried tone.
"No...I mean....I hope not...Look, forget I said anything! I was about to cook. You staying over for dinner?", she asked as she walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed her by her arm gently.
"Megan....be honest with me. Did us having sex make you look at me differently?", I asked.
"Yeah...it did...", she said.
"Megan....I'm sorry....I shouldn't have been so careless", I replied.
"No, Mani! Please don't be sorry. I'm probably just going through a weird phase right now. I don't want to make a big deal out of it", she stated.
"It's hard not to be concerned about this though, Meg. I don't want to hurt you", I told her.
"Mani, you won't and you haven't! Now please, just sit down. You can watch a movie or something while I cook us dinner", she said.
I nodded and watched Megan nervously turn on the TV that's in her kitchen. She found a movie for me to watch, then raced over to the refrigerator. She opened it, pulled a picture of Kool Aid out, but made a mistake and dropped it.
