September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
7:22 AM
Summer Boissiere:
I woke up to my phone ringing and checked the time before answering. 7:22? Currently questioning why I'm still here and there is no Beyoncé.
"Hello?"
"Summer, when are you comin' home? Daddy Chris misses ya." he chuckled slightly.
"I told you, I'm with Bey baby." I got up and went downstairs, deciding to get something to eat.
"Well tell Bey you gotta go."
"Baby I'll see you later, we having girl time."
"But-"
"No buts boy we're about to watch a movie. I love you."
He sighed. "I love you too."
I hung up and sighed. I'm not trynna hide shit, I just know that Bey a lowkey crazy bitch and ion have time for her wanting to square up on my ass. Fuck. That. But real talk, she should be here.
I got up and went down to her kitchen, getting a pop tart. The front door opened and I walked out of the kitchen tilting my head.
"Bey why the fuck you got these basic ass strawberry pop tarts?"
She rolled her eyes and yawned. "Cuz I like 'em."
"But you not basic. What took you till the ass crack of morning to come back?" I questioned. A bitch was bored.
"Don't worry bout it, I was being a nice person. Now stop asking questions." She sounded slightly irritated. I shook my head. Not today Satan.
"Uh-uh, if you gone be actin' like an old ass lady on medication then you can take ya self upstairs and go to sleep."
She then looked up at me. Not like a glance, no no bitch, she gave me a stare that a lion gives a deerbra it's about to devour. I'm not sure if I want to just go upstairs and take my ass to bed and have a nice day, or if I- shit she's walking over. All options are invalid. Rest in peace me.
She was still giving that intense glare when she got in front of me. At this point I felt like if I breathed wrong she was gone put some hands on me, and ion feel like that shit there. I made an emotionless face ready to defend myself if something popped off and Beyoncé just grabbed my waist.
She mumbled in my ear. "Girl ain't nobody gone touch you, just watch ya mouth."
"And if I don't?" I questioned.
"I'll make you do it myself." I shivered. How does she do that to me?
"Yeah okay." I pushed her away from me. That's not okay.
"Come lay down with me."
"But I've been laying in bed all dayyy." I dragged.
"It's only been 3 and a half hours, let's go." She went up to her room, so I turned everything off and followed. When I got up she was stripping out of her clothes, so she only had on a bra and panties.
Number one, how did she undress that fast... Number two, WHYYY? I sighed and sat on the bed. Hopefully this doesn't get awkward.
September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
7:43 AM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:
We finishing what we started, I don't give a damn. She might not know we are, but we are, because I need closure and I know she does too.
"Summer." She looked at me.
"We gonna finish the conversation?"
"What were we talking about?" She sat and looked at me.
"That's the thing, we weren't..." I sat up and looked at her. "But our bodies were." I crawled towards her and she looked at me starting to get up, but I pulled her back in the bed and straddled her.
"Bey Bey stop..." She was about to move me off of her, but I got a tighter grip and got extremely close to her lips.
"Don't fight it..." I said to her. She looked like she was still fighting with herself, I don't see why, I'll win at the end. I get what I want, and I want her. Even if it means it'll cause complications.
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