September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
4:53 AM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:
Fuck, I don't know what came over me. She was just there for me and told me what I needed to hear, and I kissed her. I'm a hoe for that one, not gone lie to myself. I also ain't gone lie bout this though, 'cuz her lips got me like XO. Imagine how her pussy gone have me. Like da- Wait what? Wayment did I just... Oh hell no. Bitch get your priorities together, you supposed to be straight as a noodle.
Her lips stayed against mine for a moment, then she pulled away slowly, but still close enough to where I could kiss her again if I wanted to. And I really wanted to, but after what I just thought, even if I keep telling myself I'm straight, I feel like I wanna kiss something else.
"Beyoncé..." She pursed her lips, making her dimples show and looked at me.
"I-I'm so- wayment... I ain't 'bout to say shit. This is just another one of my punk ass dreams." I sighed leaning back, putting my arms behind my head. She thought. She scrunched her face up.
"Your dreams? Why're you- so we just gone ignore the fact that you just kissed me?" She sounded dumbfounded, but I didn't give a damn, it's not like any of this is actually goin' down anyway.
I shrugged. "It don't matter, it's just another dream."
She sighed. "Look, I don't know what you're on, but this ain't no dream boo. I understand you in ya feelings, but you can't..." Summer stopped and looked down at her hands.
"I can't what? I do it any other time."
"W-what? Any other- wait..." She looked up at me. "You have dreams about me?"
I pinched myself, hoping I'd wake up soon, 'cuz this is starting to feel too real, but it didn't work. I then looked at her and nodded, like that was the most normal thing in the world. She blushed slightly, tilting her head.
"Is that why you've been acting so weird lately?"
"Why you saying lately, this dream just started today." I cleared my throat about to say something.
"Oh shit, wassup Bey." Chris came down the stairs yawning, stretching. I looked back at him then at Summer. That's weird, I don't usually have other people in my dreams.
"Aye nigga, what you doin'? This my dream." I got slightly annoyed at his presence.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at Summer. "She on crack?"
She just shook her head not speaking. Wayment.. So this really not a dream? Did I fuck myself over on some Adventure Time shit?
"Wait... So did all of this really just happened?"
"What just happened?"
"Chris did I ask yo bobble headed ass? Neow. Summer?" I raised an eyebrow, hoping she's gonna say no, but she nodded, looking deep in thought. My palms got sweaty, I stood up, my knees weak, arms were heavy. My ass was bout to have vomit on my hoodie, I'm screaming, 'Baskin Robyn's leaving me already!'.
"Fuck is her prollem? Aye Yoncé if it's sumn out you betta speak the fuck up!" Chris snapped. I just walked out of the house, hearing a smack. Fuck this, I'm not about to embarrass myself no fuckin' more plus I already got past beef with Chris so I'm really not 'bout to start no shit, but whatever.
I only noticed it was raining when I stepped off of the porch. That rain hit me like a damn brick. I started walking to my car only to have a hand grab my wrist. Tensing up, ready to put the beat down on a nigga, I turned and saw Summer, instantly softening me up.
"Bey don't.. Go." She said softly.
"Ya know, I really should after what I just pulled in there." I started pulling away but her grip only got tighter.
"I'm not mad.. I just have lots.. And lots of questions." She chuckled slightly.
I small smiled and nodded. "Okay, but we not going back in there."
She took a moment then looked at me. "Take me to your house."
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