run of the mill.

12th

  Shawn opened the door to his dorm and told Anthony he would see him later. He reached around in the dark for his gum. He wanted some gum for some reason. He walked into his room and tripped over something on the flood. "The fuck?" he said, picking up the Chuck Taylor and studied it in the dark until he realized what it was. He remembered the shoes and who they belonged to. He looked around and saw the lump on his bed. "Bey," he called. "Bey!"

Beyonce's head popped up. "Mm," she mumbled.

"Was up?" was all he could think to say.

"... nothing."

"You want some gum?"

"... What kind?"

"Spearmint."

"... ok."

   Shawn sat up and leaned his back against the frame of his bed. He passed her a piece of gum after she sat up and they listened to the wrapped noisily give up its treat to her. That and the faint sound of music downstairs, these college students could party well into the night.

"Bey?"

"Mm."

"What you doing here?"

"Sleepin'."

"... Oh ok."

Shawn stood up. He stretched and looked around. "Yo, where the light at?"

Beyonce shrugged a response into the dark like she forgot the lights were off. They were both drunk as all get out. She chewed her gum as Shawn felt around the room. He came across a lamp on the dresser and flicked it on. It barely lit the area around his bed.

"I like this gum," Beyonce announced.

Shawn sat down on the bed next to her. He asked her if she was sleeping there even though she had clearly just said she was. "Yeah."

"Oh," he said. He put his hand under his shirt and scratched his stomach dismally.

Beyonce looked over at him for the first time and laughed. "Nigga, da fuck is on your face?"

Shawn looked at her with a confused face until Beyonce reached up and peeled some silver confetti off his face. "What da hell."

Shawn looked at it and tried to peel the rest off of his face. Beyonce helped him. He laughed, "Man... I fell."

Beyonce shook her head and smacked on her gum. "Dumpy ass nigga."

"Was that?"

Beyonce finished picking the shit off his face and slapped his forehead softly. Shawn made a face and told her to cut it out. He looked at her and asked her why she had on his jersey. "I got a game coming up. You gon' get it dirty."

Beyonce told him she couldn't find anything else to sleep in. "I ain't gon' mess it up."

Shawn nodded. "Yeah ok."

He reached over to take off his shoes Beyonce climbed up the bed to go back to sleep but she sang a little to herself once again. "Baby I don' like, somethin' somethin'... spotlight... mm.. mm..." She turned her cheek to the pillow and lay with her head facing the wall.

Shawn undressed and left his boxers on. He reached to the second drawer for some basketball shorts. Then he stopped. Shawn turned and looked at the woman lying in his bed with his number on. A little voice was telling him he shouldn't. It was telling him that that would be too inappropriate. He would be fulfilling the prophecy that everyone predicted; him and Beyonce would get together. He and Kim were still fresh back on the market and he would be skinned alive by her nosey as friends if they found out. It was completely unethical.