Beyoncé
I wake up to banging on my door.
"Bey open the door!" It's Kelly.
"What?" I ask, sleepily.
"Open the door."
"Why?"
"Because."
"How is it supposed to open? I ain't getting up?"
"Bey!"
"Who gonna open the door? Not I."
"Beyoncé!"
"When you want it open?"
"Now child!" She yells, banging on the door.
"Where's the door?" I ask, being petty.
"BEYONCÉ OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" She screams. I slowly get up, stretching, and sigh. I brush my teeth, trying to be as quiet as possible. I wash my face and put some joggers, a shirt, and a sports bra on. I put my hair in a messy bun and sigh. I unlock and open my door and she pushes through.
"What?" I ask, sighing.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see you."
"Then why you was bangin on the door like the 5-0?"
"It was serious." She says, sitting on my bed. I sit beside her and sigh.
"No it wasn't."
"Yes. It. Was."
"Okay." I say, rolling my eyes. She grabs my chin and turns my head towards her. Kelly kisses me and straddles my lap. I break the kiss and look away from her.
"Get up."
"No. Don't do me like that." Kel says, pouting.
"I ain't do shit. Yo bipolar ass did."
"Bey come on."
"Oh I forgot. He ain't givin you nothin so you run to his gay daughter. Got it."
"You came on to me first."
"I don't care." I say, putting my hands up.
"If that's all you wanted, you can go. I coulda gave you that at the door." I say, moving her off of me.
"Bey!" She yells, pulling me up to her by my shirt. I grab her waist and pull her to me. Kelly smirks and bites her lip.
"He's not home." She mumbles.
"I wouldn't have cared if he was." I say, kissing her.
"Mmh." Kelly moans, into the kiss.
"Oh man..." She says, breaking the kiss.
"What?" I ask, kissing on her neck.
"I want dick." She says, grabbing my neck.
"I can help."
"You ha-oh yea." Kel says. I go get my strap and she lays on my bed.
"Wall, bed...dresser?" I ask, smirking.
"Bed...or the wall....or the dresser. It really doesn't matter." She says, shrugging. I take her clothes off and kiss her.
"Take your clothes off too." She says.
"Okay." I say, taking my joggers and shirt off.
"And those." She points to my boxers. I take them off and put the strap on.
"And that."
"No."
"Yes." She says.
"No."
"Please?" She asks, coming to the edge of the bed.
"No Kelly." I say, sighing.
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