Constant drinkin and love songs.
BEYONCÉ
I was smitten again, and I hated it.
Only one hangout and I couldn't think about anything except for Onika.
On the bright side, I had enough inspiration to write a hundred songs. Song lyrics were popping up in my head every other second. She was my muse.
I knew I was only in Houston for a limited time so there was no point in acting on those feelings, if I even had the balls to.
She was busy with work so we didn't speak much the day after our hangout and I wasn't expecting to hear much from her the day after but she surprisingly called me toward the end of the day.
I didn't want to seem too pressed so I let it ring a couple times before I answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Bey. What are you up to?"
"Not much, just chilling. Why, what's up?" I was crossing my fingers she was going to ask me to hang out.
"I'm going to get some drinks with a couple of my friends, do you want to join us?" I paused to think about that. I was more of an introvert and I didn't know her friends, so I didn't know how I felt about that. She must've sensed my reluctance because she spoke again. "They're really cool but if you want, you can just come toward the end of the night and have a drink or two with me."
That definitely sounded way better. "That sounds fine. Im not too much of a drinker so I'll probably only have a drink but let me know the address and when I should come through."
"Okay, perfect. See you soon."
"See you." I hung up the phone and immediately started planning what I was going to wear.
After some trial and error, and a little bit of Solange's advice, I settled on wearing a blue striped boxy button up and black straight leg pants. I wasn't completely sure about the outfit but I was going to move with confidence regardless. Especially since I spent a half hour making it perfect.
I didn't want to feel like I was just sitting around waiting on her text so I convinced Solange to drive us to go get some ice cream and we ended up hotboxing her car. I wasn't as big of a smoker as Solange but I preferred smoking over drinking, especially when I needed inspiration.
The weed helped me chill out so by the time Onika texted me to come, I was feeling calm and ready to be social.
Solange wouldn't have been Solange if she didn't question and tease me the entire ride over to the bar and restaurant Onika was at. "So are you still trying to deny that you have feelings for her even though this is the only time Ive seen you go hang out with anybody when visiting? Or are we still lying?"
I huffed because I was tired of her talking about the same thing. "Even if I did want her, she's made it clear that she doesn't see me as anything but a friend. But regardless, we've only been back in touch for a couple days, so I'm not in love with the woman or anything."
She raised an eyebrow. "Has she made it clear that your just a friend or have you just been too pussy for years to make a move and actually find out how she feels"
I hated the rare occasion when Solange was right. I let out a deeper and dramatic sigh. "It's complicated. Too much time has passed now anyway."
"Well honestly youre a way better catch now than you were before. You know Drake."
I let out a little laugh, "That's the deciding factor?"
She nodded, "Mhm. But for real, you never know unless you try."
