My Bully Bey

Are You Sure?

Toni-
I stare at the large, pale hand that is being held by my own. Almost three hours of sitting beside him, staring at him, and willing him to wake up, he still haven't woken. I look at my knee that has been bouncing since the doctor told us we can see him my nerves wrecking havoc on my mind. The tears that have been streaming down my face since earlier now slightly quieted because of the steady rise and fall of his chest. He's okay. I remind myself of that every time a nurse walks in and out constantly checking up on him. He's okay. I look up as Taraji calls my name trying to get my attention.

"Tone we are about to go baby are you sure you don't want to stay with Janet or me?" She says.

"Yeah I don't feel comfortable leaving you at this hospital, especially with nurse Nasty, by yourself. And I don't want you staying at August house by yourself not with everything that has happened today" Janet says looking concerned.

"Guys I'm fine, seriously go home please I will see you both tomorrow, besides Mikey-"

"Is about to fall asleep, wake up boy!" Taraji yells as she slaps the back of his head making him jerk awake.

"Ouch! Okay I'm up!" Mikey yells gently nursing the back of his head.

"T he can barely see straight, you can come over tonight and we will come back first thing in the morning-" Janet starts to say but is cut off.

"Or you can take up my earlier offer" Beyonce says as she steps into the room just finishing a conversation she was having with her mother.

I watch as everyone turns towards her, Taraji with a chesire like grin, Mikey with sleep and confusion written all over his face, and Janet with raised eyebrows showing her shock. How is it going to look, me staying over my bully's house? Insane right? But I can't stop the words that comes out of my mouth. Trouble I say. Trouble because I agreed. Trouble because she smiled a honest, beautiful smile. Trouble because of the unknown. Trouble that I find myself wanting to get into...

Beyonce-
I watch as her sleepy eyes suddenly lights up as we step out of the cab into the driveway that leads up to my house. A small sound of awe escapes her before she turns to me nervously. Grabbing a hold of her small hand I lead her to the door before a small tug on my hand turns me towards her.