just a bunch of drafts, catch the rift ! most likely won't be any part 2's because half of them are already books. just chapters that i wrote but didn't like.
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"ask your mom, blue."
"no. i'm not asking her for anything. all she's gonna do is give it to me. and i know that sounds weird but-"
"i get what you're saying blue. look in my purse." i rubbed my forehead and watched her go to my purse. she dug through it until she found my wallet and took the money out. its sad that she doesn't even wanna ask beyoncé for anything.
trying to keep her from having a grudge with bey is the hardest thing ever. blue stands on her word and when she told bey she was over her, and super upset, she meant it.
"make sure you let your mom know where you're going and that you asked me."
"its not like she cares so why?"
"because that's still your mother blueberry. no matter how upset you are with her....you still have to communicate as the child."
"so i just tell her or do i have to ask again?"
"just tell her. but if she's not okay with it then you ask." i made sure to give her that look. she better actually call bey. she'll say she did it and whole time be lying. "i'm serious blueberry."
"i am."
"matter of fact, do it now." i sat up in the bed and held the cover over my chest. can't trust her to actually do it on her own. its like a hit or miss with her ass.
"ma."
"come on. now."
she huffed coming up to me and i watched her dial the number.
"why is that number not saved?" i gritted to her lowly as it rang. i'm gonna whoop this little girl. but i can't even do too much, shit its her phone.
"hello?" someone other than bey answered. i knew the voice to be her assistant. that means that bey is in a meeting or busy.
"can i speak to my mom please?"
"she's in a meeting blue-"
"go give the phone to beyoncé; i don't care about a meeting." i snatched the phone. they need to learn that when the kids are calling, fuck everything going on. and the fact that beyoncé hasn't told them yet is insane.
"yes ma'am."
we waited for a minute before hearing shuffling.
"hello blue? i'm busy right now-"
"nobody asked all that, talk to your child."
"onika-"
"beyoncé i swear."
"ok."
i gave the phone to blue and she huffed rolling her eyes. of course i knew she didn't wanna talk to beyoncé right now but it's necessary. although i'm a mother figure in her life, i still respect that beyoncé is her mother. has been her mother longer than i came in the picture.
