"Babe, Have you seen the jeans I got from the custom lady?"
"Which ones?"
"The blue n yellow ones."
"Ohhh. Ask ya daughter."
"ugh Wha-. I wish she would stop taking my shit."
Beyonce walked to their 18 year old daughter's room without knocking.
"Where are my pants little girl?"
"Mommmmmmm!!Can U knock?"
"This my house. Stop taking my shit. I bought you the ones u wanted so stop taking mine! Where are they?"
"In my bottom drawer."
"You need to get up and get ready for our flight anyway."
"Why do I have to go?"
"Because this is important to your mother and she wants us all there."
"I dont like her family."
"None of us do. Not even her, but we gotta make shit work. So u got 1 hour to have everything packed and ready to walk out the door. Tell yo brother and sister the same thing."
"Okay. Whatever."
"And stop taking my fucking clothes. This gon be my last time telling you," She said walking out without closing the door on purpose.
Beyonce heard Genesis groan before closing her door.
"You found em?"
"Yes I did. I wish she could fit your clothes so she would stop taking mine."
"Nope. Im too thick"
"Yes you areeee," She said gripping y/n's
big ass.
"You think we should get a nap in before we go?"
"Naw. You can sleep on the jet. I have something else in mind tho," Beyonce said with a smirk.
"Ohhh hehe," y/n said smiling getting up to close the door.
A Hour Later
"GENSIS! BRING YO ASS!"
"Im coming hold on!"
Beyonce grabbed some bags putting them in the car while y/n strapped in their 8 month old son, Judah.
"Noah, make sure you have your inhaler and your epipen."
"Yes mama. I have them right here," Noah said pulling them out his bag.
"Good. Make sure you put em back in there and dont lose them."
"Yes ma'am."
"Calah, go see what the fuck your sister doing. We running late."
Y/N gets in the limo pulling out her mini notebook. She looks at the checklist making sure she has everything. She wanted this week to be perfect. Besides her eldest daughter making them behind, everything was on track.
Beyonce on the other hand, hated being late for anything.
"This little girl man."
"Bey baby. We gon be on time. Just relax."
"We behind 10 minutes."
"Thats fine. Just sit down and drink some of this delicious wine baby. We supposed to relax this week away."
"a week away with your bitch ass family."
"We not gon be wit them the whole week baby. Just a couple days. I promise."
"Ight. Ight. This plane ride is 4 hours baby."
"Yes it is. And I hope Judah does good for his first plane ride. my little baby."
Meanwhile in the house upstairs,
"Umm gen what the hell you got going on?"
"Have you seen my brownies , rice krispes and pills I had?"
"uh no. But mama bouta kill yo ass if you dont get downstairs."
"I need my stuff"
"No you dont. You dont always have to be high."
"Yes I do."
"No the fuck you dont."
"Listen, unless you gon help me find them, you can take yo yellow ass back to the car."
"Bitch im not yellow, im giving the girls very much cinnamon."
"Naw bitch you giving very much spongebob."
"you know what, fuck you and them brownies. Fucking crackhead."
"Bitch what you say," Genesis said standing up.
"You are a fucking crackhead. Cant go without being high. An C R A C K H E-," before Calah could finish Genesis smacked her.
In retaliation, Calah punched her which resulted in them fighting.
You could hear the crashes and yelling from outside.
