Petals

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Beyoncé stared up at the pink lacy canopy.

To be more specific, she stared at the top of Onikas bed. They laid in the smaller girls canopy too pink bed, in silence.

Beyoncés face began to flush, after realizing she yelled at Onika aggressively about her feelings. She even said she loved her. Beyoncé wanted to be embarrassed—but she couldn't allow herself to.

Especially when Onika—stubborn—aggressive-Onika said she loved her back. Beyoncé still didn't feel—satisfied though. But she knew Onika—she couldn't rush it. But she wanted Onika to tell her what happened.

What happened with Kehlani—what happened with her breakdown?

Onika was so close, she was right next to her yet she still felt so damn far away. Beyoncé just wanted her to talk, express her feelings and talk. She wanted a bond of trust to be created.

She wanted to open her mouth and ask, and make every single secret that Onika keeps bottled up—pop. She also wanted to hold her hand again, but that was for another time.

"Why are you so quiet?" Onika suddenly asked, Beyoncé was knocked out of her thoughts by Onika's voice. Beyonce answered her question with a question. "And why are you so worried about school, even though you are a senior and practically should be able to chill out for the rest of the school year–especially since you're literally a genius?" Beyonce asked and Onika scoffed instead of answering.

"I mean, I'm serious. You're so worried about school–Onika senior year should be the year you finally get to relax. It's your last year in solitary confinement. And I know you're double enrolled and what not but–do you want to graduate college early for yourself or for approval?" Beyonce asked, Onika was the silent one this time.

"Just food for thought, you are your own person. And should just do whatever the fuck you want." Beyonce said, letting out a sigh of relief.  It calmed her, she decided to turn over but Onika's eyes were also directed to her canopy bed. Beyoncé—without much thinking, placed her hand on Onikas cheek to turn her head slightly.

Onikas cheek was warm, her skin was delicate and soft. Beyoncé could hold it forever. The sun was clearly close to setting, Beyoncé could tell by the lighting of the room, she could also tell by Onikas eyes that she..was tired.

"Why don't you talk to me?" Beyoncé asked quietly, she kept her hand on Onikas cheek, but she needed to know. She didn't want to overstep a boundary but—she desperately needed to know. Was she not trustworthy enough? She never wanted her own insecurities to come out because she liked a girl–but alot of unexpected things happened with Onika.

Onika bit her lip and avoided eye contact before sighing.

"About...?" She asked just as quietly and Beyoncé pouted, Onika knew what she meant. Beyoncé knew that Onika knew what she meant. So why was she asking?

"Onika... " Beyoncé trailed off and the girl in front of her gnawed on her lip even more. Beyoncé knew she wasn't going to tell her, the blonde sighed and sat up. "I don't want to force you. I just want you to open up. I want you to talk to me without yelling. " Beyoncé expressed, she didn't want to admit that she was a tad irritated.

She wanted trust before anything else. She felt like she was going around in circles.

She let out another frustrated sigh, and immediately she felt a hold on her arm. She looked and saw a desperate looking Onika. Her heart wrenched at the sight, she never liked seeing Onika upset.