Houston, Five Years Ago
"WHOO TAKE IT OFF!" Alan shouted obnoxiously to Solange who was taking off her beer stained shirt. She glared angrily at the boy who had been the reason for her drenched state.
"Alan, shut up." She hissed. Ingrid dropped her blazer over her shoulders.
"Come on, let's find you something to wear." She said, leading her up to her room. Alan shrugged and downed the rest of his cup. He looked around.
"Who wants to play spin the bottle?" He asked, grabbing the nearest empty beer bottle. Michelle shook her head.
"Alan, look around. Who's single? And who would want to kiss you?" She said. Alan took one glance around the room. Kim and Kanye were making out across the room. Michelle and Trevor were holding hands while Trevor stared suspiciously at Alan. Robyn looked like if he tried anything, she'd mount his head as a decorative item on her wall. That left Shawn and Tyran , neither of whom wanted to go anywhere near him in a sexual way.
"Hold on, where are Beyoncé and Kelly?" He asked.
"Probably making out somewhere." Robyn replied. All the guys in the room went silent and coughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable, especially in the case of how their pants were quickly becoming too tight.
"Anyway, it's not like they'd want to make out with anyone in this room anyway." Michelle said quickly, trying to bring the focus back to the issue at hand.
"Hey, I made out with both of them!" Alan defended. "Maybe they want a threesome."
"How stupid are you?" Robyn snapped. "They're obviously in love with each other."
"Robyn is right." Ingrid interrupted, coming back down the steps. "Besides, ever since the two of them came back from California, Beyoncé hasn't taken off a certain accessory." She smiled coyly, pointing to her ring finger.
"Woah...wait..." Alan said, putting out a hand. " You don't mean..."
"Uh, duh." Robyn replied, rolling her eyes. "Michelle, really get his brain checked out. I think maybe the helmet doesn't help enough."
"Are you serious? I thought it was just a friggin trinket or something." Alan said in disbelief.
"Right. The two of them just happened to get matching 'trinkets' and came out hardcore as a couple to the point where Coach Jackson contemplated kicking them off before admiring their attention grabbing stunts." Ingrid said sarcastically.
"They're engaged?" Shawn voice was unnaturally high pitched.
"If those rings are any indication." Ingrid nodded. As if sensing that they were the subject of conversation, Beyoncé and Kelly walked back in the room from the backyard, giggling. Beyoncé's hair was tousled and her makeup smeared. Kelly was falling all over her and kissing her on the cheek every few seconds.
"Where have you two been?" Ingrid asked with a smile.
"None of your business." Beyoncé slurred. Ingrid raised her eyebrow knowingly.
"Nice...hickey, Beyoncé." She commented. Beyoncé clapped a hand against her neck where a dark red mark showed plainly.
"Damn it Kelly." She muttered, leaning against the girl. Everyone in the room was more focused on their hands, linked together. More importantly, they were focused on Kelly's left hand, nestled between Beyoncé's. A small silver ring gleamed brightly on her ring finger.
