Criminal Affection [BEYNIKA]

Whispers in the Wind

Onika

Currently I was on my way to work, but with the help of Beyoncé, who offered to drive me, saying that she planned to take me somewhere else later on. I did like the idea when she asked, and when I agreed, but now that I'm in the car with her, I'm not so sure. Not that I didn't enjoy being with her, it's just being in a car with Beyoncé when she controls the aux is a pain in the ass.

Most of her playlists consist of rap, not that I don't like it, it's just she starts shouting and hopping up in down in her seat to it, and depending on what car we're in, the whole vehicle shakes. Sometimes it'll even be heartbreaking ass rap songs and she'd start rapping it like I'm not sitting right here. I prefer when R&B starts playing, not that it's a rare genre for her, it's just when it just so happens to play, she'll start singing, and God, I love her voice. It's beautiful and when she does sing, it feels as if she puts so much passion into each word. I could never get enough even if I tried. Too bad right now, she isn't singing. She was rapping to This is The Carter by Lil Wayne.

"Can you skip please," I begged. This is the third time I've asked for her to skip a song, I haven't been successful yet. I've been waiting this whole car ride for some kind of R&B song to come on, not that I don't like my Wayne, but I'm trying to hear Bey sing.

"Nah, ain't no way you tryna skip Tunechi," she said lowering the volume, like me saying skip put a dent in the world, her world.

"Please baby, I won't ask no more," I said pouting looking at her, she didn't look at me but I know she could see me from out of the corner of her eye.

Without saying anything she handed me her phone, silently telling me that it was okay to skip, finally. "Just put on what you want," she sighed still not looking at me, "but stay inside of my playlist," I nodded and looked at her phone. Her playlist was really diverse when it came to genres, like she just liked songs because they were good not because of what genre they were. I scrolled for a minute before my thumb hovered over a song that would just sound beautifully coming out of Bey's lips. Quickly, I pressed on When U Cry by SWV and when I did, I cut her phone off and just put it in the cup holder and turned to her.

Automatically, when the beat dropped, her head was slowly bopping to it. I know she knows this song, if it's in her playlist then she knows the lyrics, so she better start singing. Before I could get another thought in, words left her lips, when you cry, boy I cry, don't let go, or I'll die, when you cry, baby I cry, and if you take your love away, I'll just die, were the lyrics, but she switched them up for me, replacing boy with girl as if she was singing to me. She sounded beautiful, and she sung so carelessly, like she didn't know her voice could possibly bring tears to someone's eyes. Her head still rocking to the song, she was relaxed. This didn't last for long though because her being petty, after a minute into the song she grabbed her phone and put on Stuntin' Like My Daddy by Lil Wayne and Birdman.

"We don't skip Tune in this car, that's my nigga," she smiled looking at the road while I slouched into my seat. It was good while it lasted. Until, I remembered I have to remind Beyoncé of what she has to do when she drops me off. No, Beyoncé isn't a wanted criminal or nothing of that sort, but people recognize faces and the last thing I need is someone seeing me get out a car she's driving and start questioning me. I turned the volume down and she started whining.