It had been two months and me and Beyonce were finally goin strong. I had convinced her to move in with me to save more money. She was goin to get her own place with Tyler but that didn't make any sense, since she would be over here all day every day, so she decided to move in. Plus with her applying to college for the fall semester, she needed all the money she could get.
I had been back on speaking terms with my mom but it was restricted. I had told her that Beyonce moved in with me and as soon as she started in on me, I always hung up on her. My dad was gettin fed up with my mom's obssession with me too. I can remember twice in the last two weeks that I called them just to say hello and he wasn't there. My mom said he was out gettin air but I knew better than that. He went to spend the night in a hotel room alone without my mom's annoyance. I loved her but I understood why he did that.
I was off today and cleanin up around the house while Beyonce was at work. She would be gettin off early today and we had decided to hang out with Joi and her new man. She changed boyfriends every six months I sware. She was too picky in my opinon but she did deserves the best.
I went into the bathroom to get the trash and there was a sheet of paper on the floor behind the trash can. I was about to just mind my business and throw it away but somethin told me to pry. I opened the crumbled paper up and looked inside to find a document statin that Beyonce had failed some test. It was a GED test. That didn't make any sense because I saw her fillin out papers for college yesterday and she was sayin how happy she would be if she got in. I scratched my head and shook my head. This shit didn't make any sense.
And to top that off, when I went to the kitchen to clear that trash out, there was a letter that fell on top of the pile when I emptied it. It was addressed to Tip. The same letter she told me she had mailed two months ago. WTF was goin on with her right now?
Around two that afternoon, when I went to pick her up I couldn't help but to have an attitude. When she got into the car smilin with a huge grin, I didn't return it like I always do. She leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips but I turned away and it landed on my cheek. "Uh-oh, what's up witchu?"
"U got somethin u wanna tell me Beyonce?" She paused for a moment and actually thought to herself. When she came to her own conclusin she looked back to me without any more hesitation.
"No."
"No?"
"No! What's wrong?"
"I clean out the trash today, does that ring a ma-f#ckin bell in yo head?"
"The trash? Why would that ring a bell?"
"Cause I found two ma-f#ckin things that's got me hotter than a .38 right now. U better quit this bullshit Beyonce and use yo head to think....We been goin strong for two months now and I now I see why. Yo ass been lyin to me this whole time like I ain't shit!" I said about to let my emotions take over me.
Her eyes dodged side to side and then it hit her and her mouth dropped slightly open and she let out a loud sigh.
"Can I explain?"
"By all means please do." I hadn't taken off yet and some people started starin at us. I guessed they could hear us but I didn't give a damn right now. We was gone straighten some things out.
"Can we pull off? People starin and shit."
"Fine," I said pullin off so fast that my car screeched off.
