Girls Love Beyoncé

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THIRD POINT OF VIEW

Beyoncé woke up with a frown. Voices drifted through the house, but last she checked it was just her and Solange here. She groaned, rubbing her eyes and heading out of her room.

At the top of the staircase she spotted Onika, Waka, and Jordyn downstairs, laughing with Solange and bringing food like they owned the place.

Her frown deepened when she saw Nicki. She hadn't even tried to wake her up. Beyoncé's stomach cramped, and out of nowhere her eyes filled with tears.

"Beyoncé, what's wrong?" Onika asked quickly, already moving toward the stairs.

"Nothing. Leave me alone," Beyoncé sniffled, rushing back to her room. She sat on the bed, holding her stomach as quiet tears slipped out.

Of course, Nicki followed her inside. "Why're you crying? What's wrong?"

"How long were you here and you didn't wake me up? I know I said we needed space, but... I still wanted to see you." Beyoncé's voice cracked, her eyes glassy.

Nicki blinked, surprised, then sat beside her and pulled her close. "You must be about to start your period, 'cause you don't got no reason to be crying like this," she teased, kissing the side of her head.

"We got McDonald's."

Beyoncé made a face, her stomach twisting.

Nicki laughed. "Okay, fine. Chick-fil-A?"

Beyoncé smiled a little, resting her head on Nicki's shoulder.

"You always want Chick-fil-A," Nicki said, shaking her head, but holding her tighter anyway."I'll order it for you later. Stop crying."

Beyoncé curled into Onika's side, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "I don't even know why I'm crying... you just make me mad sometimes."

Nicki smirked, tilting her chin down to study her. "Mad? That was you being mad at me? You gotta work on your angry face baby for a second I thought you were sad." She teased.

Beyoncé pouted, hiding her face in Nicki's shoulder. "Shut up."

Nicki stared at her so hard she lost her train of thought, lips parting like she was about to say something and forgetting it completely. The room was quiet except for Beyoncé's little sniffles, her body heavy against Nicki like she didn't plan on moving anytime soon.

"You're such a brat," Nicki murmured, brushing a curl off her forehead.

"Mmhm," Beyoncé hummed lazily. "But you love this brat."

That earned a real smile from Nicki, the kind that made her eyes soften. "I do."

After a moment Beyoncé whined, "I don't wanna go downstairs."

Nicki chuckled, tugging her up anyway. "Come on before Solange eats all the food."

They walked down together, Beyoncé dragging her feet but clinging to Nicki's arm the whole way. Waka and Jordyn were still cracking jokes with Solange, but the second they saw the two of them, the teasing shifted.

"Look who finally woke up," Jordyn grinned.

"Bout time," Solange added, smirking. "She's always trying to nap nowadays she's getting old."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes and dropped onto the couch, still leaning against Nicki like she couldn't stand on her own. "Shut up, ugly."

"Your mama," Solange shot back.