The Lakes | Beynika

THREE

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ONIKA'S POV

Two weeks had passed since Beyonce magically appeared on my doorstep and I still didn't know exactly how to feel.

I was beyond grateful that she had finally came to her senses— but it was just so unexpected.

My head and heart were fighting constantly since she had arrived. I was now lying to the woman I had dedicated myself to for years because of someone from my past and I didn't like that.

My girlfriend had just came over and left. I told her I had an important business call to take, and meeting to attend but in reality Beyonce was just visiting me.

She had asked to see me and because it would be rude of me to decline, I agreed.

I walked into my kitchen, and grabbed my phone that I had left there by mistake. It was ringing, and it was Beyonce. Again.

"Hello?" I picked up the phone and held it against my ear.

"Hey. I'm outside."

She quickly hung up the phone and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

I walked over to the door, and saw her standing on my porch.

Her outfit was nice.

I slid over and leaned against the door allowing for her to come inside.

"Hi." She held up two bags of fast food and walked further into my living room.

"Hey. What did you want to talk about."

"Nothing serious actually. I just wanted to see you. Everything has been so formal."

I wanted to tell her that's what happened when you disappear for ten years but I fought against it.

I also didn't believe her, But again remained silent. If it wasn't the truth and she actually did want something I'd find out eventually anyway.

"Okay..."

I began to walk in the opposite direction, leading her to my kitchen where she could leave the food.

She grabbed her food and mines. She got a salad and ordered me a personal pizza.

She carried everything else while I got the drinks. Then we went back to the living room and sat down.

"Can you find a movie?" She asked.

I nodded and went to the menu.

It took us forever to find something we both agreed on but we finally did and the movie was actually quite entertaining.

Hours later the sun was going down and one movie turned into two, then three. It had been forever and we still were lying on my couch. Neither one of us moving a single muscle.

Eventually, The credits rolled signaling the end of the movie and Beyonce stared at me from her spot on the couch. I assumed she wanted me to find yet another movie but she could wait for now.

I needed an intermission. That last movie took years off my life.

Once the screen went dark, I got up to throw away our trash and started some small talk.