Beyoncé
"There's a some boxes outside for you," my mom said walking into my room.
"Did you bring them in?" I asked.
"No. They say Beyoncé not Tina."
"So you passed them up?"
"I've been working all day."
"I've been-"
"With Nicki doing who knows what."
"That's not fair," I pouted.
"Pouting might get you your way with Nicki but I don't work like that." I groaned and got up. I limped to the door and opened it. I grabbed all four of the boxes. I limped into the kitchen to get the box cutter.
"What is it?"
"Some color pencils, calligraphy pens, water colors, some canvases and some sketchbooks."
"When'd you order that?"
"I didn't. It's from Onika."
"What's in the other box?"
"Probably the same thing."
"Do you want me to take the rest up to your room?"
"No, I'll do it."
"Are you sure? I see that limp you have. How'd you get that?"
"I um...I fell down the stairs at Nicki's house."
"Mhm ok," she grabbed two of the opened boxes anyway and took them upstairs. I felt my phone start to ring in my pocket and I pulled it out. I saw that it was a FaceTime call from Nicki so I answered it.
"I see you got my gifts," she smirked.
"I did. Thank you baby."
"Did you open the biggest one yet?"
"Not yet." I rested my phone on the small box and opened the biggest one. I blushed looking at the different bra and panty sets.
"Do you like them?"
"I do. And I'll make sure to have one on next time I come over"
"You know, you should see if they fit"
"And how should I do that?"
"Put a set on and let me see." I looked around the box some more and smiled.
"You have really good taste."
"In what? Girls or under-" I cleared my throat when I heard my mom come down the stairs. She sat at the island and opened her laptop that was already sitting there.
"Art supplies. Girls or art supplies?"
"I think both."
"I miss you."
"You just saw me. You're looking at me now."
"I want to touch you." My mom cleared her throat.
"Sorry Ms. Knowles." I laughed and turned around to get a water and some fruit from the refrigerator.
"Why you got them tight ass shorts on?"
"Um...next question."
"Come by me with those on and imma-" I gave her a look to stop her.
"Provide you with some pants."
"I'll leave y'all to your very sexual conversation."
"Mom it wasn't intentionally sexual."
