Kelly
I'm here...by myself...with Beyoncé. I mumble a few things and then feel hands on my shoulders. I jump and turn around.
"It's only me."
"That's no better." I say, calming down.
"Meanie."
"Can I get to know you now?"
"Why?" I whine.
"Cuz you seem fun."
"I am."
"Hahaha come on." Bey pulls my arm.
"Where we goin?" I ask, pouting.
"To my room."
"Why?"
"To talk."
"Fine. Don't try...anything." I say, pulling her down to me by her shirt.
"Okay." She says, putting her hands up.
"Let's go." I say, smiling.
"Kay." We go up to her room and sit on her bed. I face her and sigh.
"Hi." She says, giggling.
"Hi." I say, smiling.
"What's your whole name?"
"Kelendria Trené Rowland-Weatherspoon." I say, putting my chin in my hand.
"Yours?"
"Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Weatherspoon."
"Birthday?"
"2/11/77."
"9/4/97."
"Color?"
"Blue and gold."
"Black and purple." I say, smiling.
"Singer?"
"Whitney and MJ."
"Me too." Bey says.
"You know Maxwell?" I ask.
"Pretty Wings, Fortunate...the list goes on." She says, smiling.
"Um...you know Tyrese?"
"Stay, How You Gonna Act Like That...I love old school." Bey says.
"Me too."
"Um...favorite tv show?"
"Wonder Pets." We say. I look at her and smile.
"Your eyes are pretty." I look away from her and smile a bit.
"Thanks." I say, softly.
"Welcome." She says, licking her lips.
"I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked from this angle." I roll my eyes.
"Get real." I say, scoffing.
"I'm serious. It's like...God wanted to paint a picture, using only the most beautiful pieces he could find, only to paint you." She explains. I blush and bite my lip.
"Thanks." I say, getting up.
"No. Stay...please?"
"Okay." I sigh.
"Where are you from?" Bey asks.
"I was born in Georgia. I moved a couple of times and ended up in New York. I moved back down here, Georgia, and moved from an apartment to a house. Then I to-." Her lips press against mine and I looked shocked. I tell my body to move but my brain hasn't caught up yet. I gasp when she bites my lip and put my hand on her stomach. Bey pushes her tongue in my mouth and licks the roof of my mouth. I moan into the kiss and actually pull her closer. Bey breaks the kiss, biting my lip.
"What was that?" I ask, softly.
"Do you want another one?" She asks.
"No." I say, nodding my head. I just confused myself.
"Okay." She kisses me again. I get lost in it and then realize that I'm kissing my step daughter.
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