THIRD POINT OF VIEW
Beyoncé and onika had been in bed all day. Beyoncé kept sleeping so she didn't have to deal with what happened to her. She hardly spoke about it when onika would ask if she were okay. She said she'd get over it but onika just knew how the girl operated. She would make it such a small deal when in fact it was a BIG deal.
That's why onika was going to handle it her way.
Beyoncé was still asleep as onika slipped from on top of her. Luckily Beyoncé didn't wake up, onika frowned seeing how wet her hoodie was from her tears. The jet sighed softly going toward the box to grab her gun. She stuffed it in her holster cautiously opening the room door and sneaking out.
The moment she turned around she was met with solange. The brown haired girl smiling brightly at the fact that onika was still there. Onika chuckled lifting Solange up as if she were a toddler. Holding her to her hip, making sure she was on the opposite side of her gun.
She walked her downstairs as the 11 year old talked her ears off. "You missed my sleepover last Saturday!" She huffed causing onika to smile.
"I know you yelled at me about that last night!" Onika chuckled sitting the girl on the kitchen island.
"I did? Oh I did!" Onika couldn't help but to smile. Solange was her little shooter.
"I already told you I'm too old for sleepovers." Onika squinted at the girl. Solange rolled her eyes crossing her arms.
"You had a sleepover with Beyoncé. That's not fair, you're so lame." Onika couldn't respond to the first statement, she knew how it looked.
"Now I'm just lame?" Solange nodded.
"I wasn't lame when I was sending you money for roblox." Solanges eyes widened with a small blush.
"I mean- that wasn't lame I guess." Onika chuckled frizzing the girls hair. Solange yelped pushing Onika's arm back.
"Stop you- woah what is that?!" Solange suddenly questioned. Onika glanced at what she was looking at. A bit of her sleeve was showing peaking the girls interests.
"Let me show you something not lame." Onika pulled off her hoodie, then pulled up her wife beater giving the girl a view of all her tattoos. The tiny girl gasped her eyes running over onika's arms and stomach.
"You look like a graffiti wall! Okay this isn't lame this is cool!!"
"It is isn't it?" Onika chuckled Solange only nodded staring at all the different designs.
"I want one."
"You want a tattoo?" Solange nodded so sure of herself. Onika hummed rubbing her chin.
"And what exactly would you get? It can't be something random. It has to be meaningful something that represents you." Onika said seriously.
Solange nodded her hand pointing toward a tattoo on Onika's lower abdomen.
"But that can't be meaningful." Solange grinned evilly and onika raised an eyebrow.
"What?" She looked down at what she was pointing at. Her eyes widening at the pair of deep hazel eyes staring right back at her. She nervously gulped pulling down her shirt.
She didn't think Solange could see that.
"Whose eyes are those?" She questioned with a knowing smirk. Onika shrugged a little embarrassed she knew she needed to get that off.
"Those eyes look familiar hmmm." Solange teased and onika glared at her.
"Keep your mouth shut." Solange shook her head. Onika panicked grabbing the girl and playfully shaking her. The kitchen filling with laughter.
