run of the mill.

last.

"Hey what you thinking 'bout?"Shawn asked happily.

Beyonce wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. "My famous boyfriend."

Shawn chuckled and settled between her legs. "I ain't famous just yet."

Beyonce looked at him somberly, even though she tried to hide the weight of her words. "You will be."

Shawn only kissed her again. Then he sat up and reached for a dismal disposable camera he brought one day for a scrap book. Beyonce watched in glee as he wound it up. The camera clicked and clicked until it finally stopped. "I wanna take this picture so I can scrapbook the day."

Beyonce laughed and grinned cheekily. It was entirely too big and all her teeth were showing as she lay on the bed but she didn't care. She didn't even care that all she had on what a big white t-shirt of his. Shawn wound the camera again. "That way when I get famous I can look at this and be like 'what was that girls name? She had some nice ass legs.'"

Beyonce made a face and he laughed, holding the camera up to catch the expression of anger. "I'm just playing baby," he cooed leaning to her. Beyonce snatched the camera from him and snapped one of him that he didn't see coming. Shawn blinked at the flash and shook his head, leaning back. "That's cold babe."

She giggled and wound it up again. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Come here." Beyonce sat on his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, snapping another picture of them looking at the camera happily. "I know I look a mess but whatever," she said giddily as she wound the camera again.

Shawn touched her slightly disheveled hair. "Baby you look fine."

"Gimme kiss," she said holding the camera out. Shawn puckered his lips and kissed her while she took a picture.

"What you getting evidence or something," Shawn joked.

Beyonce giggled and wound the camera. "Sorta, I want them for myself."

"For yourself?"

"Yeah," Beyonce said looking down at him in admiration. "If I gotta share you with the world now, I want a little piece of my own."