Queens

Eight

Ally's POV

Y/N asked me to make her some weed brownies and I keep my promise. Lauren hooked me up with the weed and I did all of the baking. I haven't seen Y/N since the white party and I'm hoping she's okay. I heard that things got pretty intense between Y/N and Shai after Miss Roxanne asked us to leave the room. Plus I know things aren't great between Y/N and Dinah either. The situation is very complicated for both sides. I hope that Y/N and Dinah somehow work things out.

My Uber stopped in front of Y/N's insanely large house and I got out. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer. Y/N came to the door wearing her pajamas and these cute nerdy glasses.

"Come on in Ally. I hope you brought me something good." Y/N said.

"I got your weed brownies." I said as I walked in the house.

Y/N wrapped her arm around me and said, "You're the best Allybear." Then she kissed me on the forehead.

I handed Y/N the container of brownies and took a seat on her couch. Y/N took one of the brownies out of the container and stuffed it in her mouth. Y/N has the most beautiful jawline that I have ever seen. "I like your face." I said.

"I like your face too Ally. But I think I like your weed brownies just a little more." Y/N said.

"I'm glad I could make you smile." I said.

"Ally every time I see your beautiful face I smile." Y/N said.

"Stop making me blush Y/N." I said with my hands covering my face.

"Okay. But since this is your first time here why don't you have a look around." Y/N said.

I got up and gave myself the grand tour of Y/N's house. It's everything I want in a house. Hopefully one day I'll be rich and be able to buy a house like this. Maybe have a few kids running around. After I looked around Y/N's beautiful house I went back to the living room. Y/N was sitting at her piano writing a song. I sat down next to Y/N and watched as Y/N's fingers tickled the ivories. "Is that something new?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet. Right now it's just a bunch of pieces bouncing around in my head. Eventually it'll become a full song." Y/N said.

"You love writing your own songs don't you?" I asked.

"Of course. It gives me freedom to say whatever I want. Working with other writers is okay but no one will be able to tell my stories like I would." Y/N said.

"When did you write your very first song?" I asked.

"I was seven and my first song was about puppies. But when I was sixteen I wrote my first real song." Y/N said.

"What was that song about?" I asked.

Y/N chuckled as she poured us two glasses of bourbon, "I was in love with this beautiful girl and every chance I got I wrote a song about her." She said.

"I bet those were some beautiful songs." I said.

"They were, those songs won me Grammy so it worked out." Y/N said.

"I'll drink to that." I said.

Y/N drank all of her bourbon in one gulp, me, I took my time and drank mine slowly. It was one of the strongest drinks I've ever tasted but I didn't let my face show it. Y/N and I talked some more about her love life then she asked me about mine. I told her about my last relationship and how the reason I broke up with him was because he didn't believe in my dreams. Now that I'm famous and everything he's trying to win me back but I won't give him the time of day.