September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
11:44 AM
Summer Boissiere:
20 missed calls from Beyoncé. Why? It's obvious I don't want to talk.
Chris came in the room. "Summer you seriously not talkin' to me?"
I only looked at him then back at my phone. He sighed running his hand down his face.
"The hell do you want me to do?" He was exasperated, and it was amusing. He doesn't like when I get quiet, because he thinks I'm plotting to kill him in his sleep. I mean, I may or may not have tried it, but it was nothing personal. He just did some foul shit, so I almost suffocated his dumbass with a pillow. He still loves me though.
"Baby c'mon man, I said I was sorry."
"Sorry doesn't change the fact that I'm hungry does it?"
He raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"Exactly, but how do you fix hunger?"
"You go eat.."
"Mhm, so how do you fix a fucked up situation?"
"You bring food."
"Exa-" I looked at him. The fact that he was serious.. "Nigga are you serious?"
"Wait we still not talm bout food?" I just looked at him, waiting for the lightbulb to appear above his head. 3...2...
"Oh you wanted me to say you go to where it happened.."
"And?"
"Talk with food. A nigga hungry and I know whatchu trynna get me to do." He crossed his arms and I got up.
"What's so hard about you guys having a civilized conversation!?"
"Ain't shit to talk about between us! It's a reason we haven't talked after alla these years!"
"Oh really? Well please fucking explain it to me, because Beyoncé was saying the same thing."
"W-what? What she say?" Got him.
"Why? You scared she told me something you didn't want me to know?" I taunted.
"N-nah, I know whatever she said is wrong, cuz like I said before, she on crack. Don't listen to crackheads."
"Yeah, but in this case, crackheads see the truth behind things that sober people don't."
"What?"
"In other words, If you won't tell me what the hell is going on, I'll go find out myself. From Beyoncé." Even if I didn't want to.
September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
12:00 PM
Christopher Maurice Brown:
Is she shittin' me right now?
"Why are you so goddamn stubborn?"
"Because if my man and my best friend are having difficulties, we obviously got something we gotta fix, and since my own fiancée won't tell me what's up, I'm goin' to Bey."
"Is that a threat?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Nigga nobody is threatening yo yellow sharpie lookin' ass." She rolled her eyes, I started chuckling.
"You and ya friend mouth gone get y'all in trouble." She shook her head and walked past me, not saying another word.
"Summerella." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me.
"Did you really."
"Yup, I'm serious. Keep yo ass in this house if you know what's good for you." I threatened. She knows I'll put her lil ass in check.
She only chuckled. "Guess I'm unhealthy." With that, she grabbed the keys and ran out of the house.
"Summerella!" I chased after her, and right when I was about to catch her, she juked me. Boy, I almost bust my ass I slipped up so bad. When I caught myself and looked in the direction she ran, she was already in the car. Dammit. I ran up to the window before she could pull off.
"Summer open the damn door." She cracked the window.
"You not my daddy."
"I'm not?"
"Nope."
"So you wasn't calling me that a couple nights ago on the kitchen coun-"
"Shut up Chris!" She yelled, pulling off. I had to step back, or she would've ran my damn foot over. Crazy bitch.
September 23, 2017
Miami, Florida
12:17 PM
August Anthony Alsina:
I called Beyoncé, ta' pick me up from da hospital, they finally letting a nigga get released. I yawned and sat up, hopefully she brought some clothes. I need ta' wash. I looked up and saw Bey walking in the room with a bag.
"Hey ba- August." She caught haself. I chuckled.
"You ca' call me baybeh. I might not rememba us bein' togetha, but I know we are." I said, making ha smile.
"Aw... Baby that was sweet." She walked over and kissed me. Oh shit, ha lips soft as fuck. I kissed back and she pulled away.
"Noo come back." I pouted. She giggled.
"I would, but I'm pretty sure you smell like ass right now, so I brought you stuff to change into after your shower." I smiled.
"You da real MVP ma." I got up and took da bag then went in the bathroom. I was thinkin' as I showered, but one thought stuck to me da most. How much has she changed over the years?
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|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella
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