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sunday, oct. 27 detroit, mi
I yawned a little as I shut the door behind myself, locking it. I had been at Beyoncé's place all day and was just now getting back to my dorm. It was going on 5pm, but I honestly wasn't complaining since I got a lot of work done and since Beyoncé was actually good company. As I gently tossed my backpack down onto the couch, my mind drifted back to the notification that I saw on Beyoncé's phone.
I had no idea how to feel. I didn't know her very well, and if she was Honey, that was her business. Honestly, I didn't have to feel any kind of way about the situation, but it was weird for me because I had been getting off to her content and now we were friends. Beyoncé truly didn't seem like the type of person to do porn. Especially the kind of porn that Honey did. Beyoncé was the child of a pastor. So far, I found out that she was a nerd who liked video games, reading, and Gilmore Girls. The girl didn't even like going out and drinking. There was no way she was some ultra-erotic cam girl. I was trying so hard to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I really needed a second opinion.
I walked to Lauren's bedroom door, knocking loudly. I could hear her music playing, so I knew she was here. She yelled for me to come in, so I walked in and waved, taking a seat at her desk. She was sitting on her bed, typing on her laptop, but she turned her music down and smiled at me.
"Hey, boo."
"Hi, Lo. What have you been doing while I was gone?" I asked, slipping out of my UGGS.
"Oh wow, I thought you were in your room this whole time," she laughed. "But nothing, really. I finished an essay that's due tonight, and right now I'm just looking on Amazon for some stuff. Where were you?"
I nervously bit down on my lip, debating on whether or not I should tell her. I didn't care about her knowing that I was hanging out with Beyoncé, but if Beyoncé really was Honey, I didn't want to expose her secret. It was obvious that she didn't want anybody to know.
I had a minute-long internal conflict before deciding to just tell Lauren. She was my best friend, and I knew that she would keep it between us.
"I was at Beyoncé's place," I said.
A small grin crept up on her face. "Damn, Nic. Already?"
"Lo, I think she might be a porn star."
"Is that your way of telling me that you turned her out? Girl, I knew you said you were feeling her, but damn. It hasn't even been a week, and you already fucked her."
I scrunched my face up. "What? I didn't fuck her."
"Then what the hell are you talking about?" She asked.
I sighed. "I think she does actually porn.."
"Like OnlyFans?" Lauren asked.
I shrugged. "Kind of? Well, not specifically OnlyFans."
