Reunited

Part Three

A/n: this is unedited.

The next day, Beyoncé woke up to an empty bed. She looked around the room for any signs of Kelly. She checked her bathroom and didn't find her. "Damn!" Beyoncé cursed. Kelly probably locked herself in her room. She ran down the hall to her guest bedroom. She knocked on the door lightly. She got no answer, so she knocked harder. Still, she received no response. What if Kelly left and went back to San Antonio? Beyoncé began to panic. She pounded on the door with both of her fists. "Kelly. Kelly! It's me. Open the door." She couldn't hear any signs of life behind the door. "I'm coming in!" She turned the knob and opened the door. The room was pitch black. She switched on the lights and found a neat and organized room. The bed was made up. Kelly's luggage sat in the corner of the room. She walked in, searching for Kelly. She wasn't there either. She opened the dressers to see that Kelly clothes were still there. Maybe Kelly got hungry? Beyoncé ran to the kitchen. On the fridge was a note. Kelly told Beyoncé that she would be going out and to not worry about her. Beyoncé folded the note. "You can't avoid me for forever Kelly." She went to her room and unlocked her phone. There was a message from Kelly, letting her know that she would have her phone off for the day. She smacked her lips.

Kelly was freaking out. She went to the nearest Cafe and ordered a black tea with honey. She just needed a moment to herself to think. She couldn't stay in that house for another second. Luckily, Beyoncé was always hard sleeper after a night of drinking. She slipped out the the house easily. What was she going to do? Should she tell Beyoncé her how she felt or should she stay quiet? Either way, she had to do whatever it took to keep Beyoncé in her life. She couldn't lose her bestfriend. Not like this. She needed to talk to someone. Moments later her friend walked through the doors of the Cafe. Kelly smiled and stood up. She waved over the woman who smiled warmly at her. She brought the woman into an embrace. "Hi Solo!"

"Hey Kelly!" Solange hugged her back. The two women sat down in the booth. "What is going on, Kelly Kelly? You seemed down when we were on the phone earlier."

Kelly glanced out the window before she looked at Solange again. "What I am about to say doesn't leave this table, got it?"

Solange furrowed her eyebrows. "Yes. Of course. My lips are sealed. What happened?"

Kelly knew Solange was a woman of her word. However, she didn't play about her mom or her sister. If you said something foul about Beyoncé, best believe that you were going to get an ear full and maybe some hands from Solange. It depends on how Solange felt about it. Kelly decided to just say it. There was no need to beat around the bush. "Bey and I kissed."

Solange gasped. Her mouth was covered by her hand. "You did what?"

"Kissed." Kelly repeated. "It could have went further but she was drunk, and I was drunk. I don't know what happened."

Solange didn't know whether to be excited or scared for her sister. She knew how they both felt about each other, but whenever she would drop hints, both would brush it off. She couldn't tell anyone about this conversation, but that didn't mean that she couldn't get all the tea. "Start from the beginning. How did it happen?" Solange shrugged her coat off.

Kelly started from the beginning. "Well, I don't know if it obvious, but I have always had a huge crush on Bey."

Solange held her hand up to stop Kelly. "Not that far back. Anyone with eyes could see how your eyes turned into hearts whenever anyone brought up B. Start from yesterday. What led up to the kiss?"

Kelly smacked her lips. "I wasn't that obvious."

"Girl, even Ray Charles could see that you were gay for my sister." Solange rolled her eyes.