No Way Out (Megyoncé)

Twenty-Four

Megan

I've been avoiding Beyonce and Maxwell like the plague for the past 3 days. Every time I interact with either of them, I make it so awkward and there's no reason for it to be. Maxwell stresses me out and I know that's never his intention, but that doesn't make it any less stressful.

I know he wants to be with me and part of me wants to be with him to, but honestly I'm way more concerned with the fact that I feel like I'm only making things worse and worse with Beyonce. I like her a lot. Well I love her, it's just I don't know. Scared maybe? I don't want to hurt her but I feel like that's all I've been doing lately.

I don't want to lose her or feel like I'm losing her ever again. But that's definitely the path I'm on right now especially after what happened on Wednesday last week. I'm sure she's not very fond of me and I don't blame her.

~ Flashback ~

I was in my room trying to pick out an outfit to wear because Beyonce and I were about to hang out with Alyssa and Kehlani. I heard a knock along with Beyonce calling out for me. I told her to come in and it didn't take long before I felt her fall all into the back of me loosely wrapping her arms around me.

"Why are you not ready yet?" She whined

"I couldn't decide on what to wear" I admitted. Beyonce stood up straight and walked more in front of me.

I watched her every move in the mirror. Once she was completely in front of me, she simply stared at me. It didn't take long for me to start feeling uncomfortablly warm under her gaze and I feel like she felt it too because I saw a tiny tint of red appear on her cheeks before she looked down. I sighed looking around her at the mirror adjusting the jeans I had on.

"I hate this" She blurted out

"I didn't think the outfit was that bad" I said pulling up the jeans a little more. I mean they're not really what I'm going for, but I don't hate them. I'm still gonna change out of them though.

"No this..." Beyonce said gesturing between me and her.

"... this thing where it feels like we can barely talk to each other without getting all flustered." She pointed out.

"Oh... yea I don't love it either." I confessed looking away from her. I wasn't really that sure if I was glad she noticed it too

"I feel like we're waiting for each other to confirm the other's feelings or something" She stated. I half shrugged frowning my lips and tilted my head slightly to insinuate a 'maybe'.

"I don't get why though I know I like you and I know you still like me, right?" She asked. Her eyes widened a bit like she wasn't so sure about the last part of her statement.

"Yes of course." I immediately replied with an aggressive head nod.

"Well what do you want specifically?" She asked slowly emphasizing the word 'you' to really see how I felt about the matter as she snaked her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine.

"Us" I stated truthfully, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. Though I was still up in the air about Maxwell, I know Beyonce isn't going anywhere in my heart.

I watched the more neutral expression on her face turn to that of a bright smile, "Me too, so how do you feel about us trying to be together and getting past this awkward part?" She stated slowly almost like she was nervous about what my reaction would be. I loved how close we were in this very moment, one of my favorite things is for Beyonce to be all in my face like this. What I don't love is how this is clearly a Me and Beyonce moment and I'm thinking about Max too.