Sleeping With the Preachers Daughter

Dinner Date

September 9, 2016
Friday Evening.

Beyoncé sat at her kitchen table typing away at her laptop as she continued to roam the internet in search of information for this project.

Onika sat not too many feet over doing the same. They had already decided on some of the main points they wanted to prove, surprisingly without ripping each other's heads off. But some of their support was treading on unsteady ground, so they needed more solid evidence.

It had been a few hours since they arrived at Beyoncé's house, it didn't feel like it to either of them but it truly was falling late outside.

"Hey girls." They both suddenly heard Tina's voice.

"Hello Ms. Tina." Onika greeted with a smile perpetrating the saint adults must be a fool to believe she is.

"So I just called your aunt sweetie, and since it's getting a little dark out she doesn't mind you staying for dinner and she'll come get you when we're done. Does that sound like a plan?" She looked eagerly between the two girls.

Beyoncé gritted her teeth entirely fed up and annoyed with her mother.

"Yes ma'am that sounds great." Onika continued to play that damn part.

"Wonderful. Beyoncé how about you two go up to your room while I get dinner ready." She more so told her then asked.

If she could've said "hell no" she would've. Her room was the last place she wanted her to be. She couldn't allow her to invade her personal space like that, but her mom just had to go and make buddy buddy with everyone.

"We can stay here I don't think she minds, do you mind?" Beyoncé turned to Onika practically daring her to even suggest that she minded.

"Oh but you know how I feel about people hovering around when I'm trying to cook baby." Tina spoke walking towards the stove.

"But don't you need me to set the table?"

Tina stopped looking back at her daughter almost raising a brow at her persistence.

"Your sister will handle it... Take Onika up to your room Bey I'm sure she'd love to see it."

"Oh I surely would." Onika nodded in agreement.

"See, now go." She finished with a smile before proceeding to the stove hinting that this conversation was over.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes so hard it wouldn't be a surprise if they popped right out of her skull and landed on the table.

She got up from her seat deciding not to say anything else before her mother got suspicious of something and would start asking questions. Of course it was no secret she didn't like Onika, she'd just rather not make a scene.

Reluctantly she led the heathen up to her room. Beyoncé closed the door behind them more so out of habit than anything else.

She didn't budge from her spot at the door, just stood watching her as she roamed around before she took a seat comfortably on her bed.

It irked Beyoncé's nerves how much Onika seemed to take up her space like she owned the room, yet she'd only been here for all of thirty seconds. It made her just want to kick her out and slam the door in her face, but she knew she couldn't do that.

"Your room's cute." Onika spoke nonchalant.

Beyoncé didn't even respond because she wasn't sure if it was an actual compliment, or if some bullshit was to follow behind it.