JAMAIS VU, kellyoncé

chapter six

six.

Kelly didn't intend on being in Europe, let alone the capital of France, yet she found herself sitting at a qualifying Formula One race. The back and forth from Lillie, France to Le Castellet to watch the Olympics and Lewis Hamilton's race was more than impressively strenuous. On top of that, the time difference was eating away at her mind and body alike. Though she didn't look sick, internally she felt the ever growing effects.

She guided Titan through the large crowd and off of the elevator. The two walked hand and hand, eager to find their placing. Upon pointing out their seating, he ran off toward familiar faces.

Michelle jumped up with the help of planting all of her strength into Beyoncé's shoulder. The seats even in the sky box provided minimal breathing room. She collided into the small bag of popcorn Kelly held before wrapping her arms around her. She got a face full of buttery kernels to waft into her face. "Hey, Kelly Belly!" After disconnecting, she playfully punched Kelly's toned stomach.

The sound of giggling and screaming amongst their vicinity caused the consultant to peer down at the cause. Most events such as this weren't subject to such joyous behaviors. Formula One races often emerged hostility and screaming in the form of yelling. Kelly narrowed her eyes back to the lawyer after being directed away from the noise. Michelle pretended to not notice Kelly's glare. She attempted to reenact what appeared to be an older Disney introduction— whistling and partially tapping her foot against the floor.

When mentioning her connection with Beyoncé, she didn't mention the growing infatuation. So instead of scolding Michelle for the invite, she simply headed to where she saw Michelle's belongings.

Titan looked out of the plexiglass at a nonexistent sun, in the lone setting sky. What remained barely peaked through the clouds to confirm that was the cause. The humidity controlled the rise in water vapor and confused what could be thought as direct heat.

He fanned himself drastically. "I want a slushee, it's too hot. And it took awhile to get up here."

"I was thinkin' the same. What flavor?" Beyoncé pondered.

"Red for me! Titan, you gotta' get blue." With the back of her hand, Blue repetitively patted his chest to gain his attention.

Titan nudged Blue away. "Blue why don't you get blue.. raspberry?" He shot out two guns with his thumb and pointer finger. He pulled the fake trigger, then blew away the imaginary smoke. "You get it?"

"Ha ha, funny. I actually prefer the red kind."

Kelly frowned at the corral of joyful voices and at how easily her son ran to Beyoncé. She couldn't deny that her insides tingled at the velvet sounds that flowed out of the blonde's vocal cords. What nagged was that Beyoncé never greeted her. She remained seated and pretended as if Kelly wasn't there. She desperately wanted to feel anger.

To feel some sort of vexation would be a relief of the overwhelming feeling of closeness.

Shortly after, Kelly returned to her residence for the weekend. Scrolling through channels didn't ease her discomfort, so she ordered room service.

After three wrong attempts of her Bolognese, she gave up trying to order through the hotel. Instead of using one's fist, the door knocker was used. With a book in hand, she answered the door. She shivered from the corridor breeze, but remained reserved. Kelly didn't know who was at the door and was quite disturbed that her reading had been interrupted yet again.