Fuck off >>>Dinah/You

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"Oh my god Y/n.... oh my god Y/n how do I look," Dinah asks me grabbing my shoulders. I examined her outfit "you look really good"

She sighs looking into the bathroom mirror "are you being sarcastic?. because if you are I will literally slap y-"

"Dinah calm down you look beautiful" I grabbed her hand and squeezed it "really?"

"Yes you always look good in my eyes"

She blushes looking down. She clears her throat. "Let's go I don't want to miss this"

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I really wasn't a big fan of Beyoncé so I was completely lost throughout the whole concert.

Dinah kept yelling in my ear every time Beyoncé walked by us. I'm pretty sure she shed a couple of tears.

Dinah wrapped her arms around me pulling me into a huge "thank you so much Y/n" I smiled wrapping my arms around her waist.

People started to clap at a beat and cheering. "Are you ok?" I asked her making her look up at me and smile.

"You make me feel some type of way I swear" are noses brushed against each other.

"Whenever I'm around you I get this crazy feeling In my chest and stomach...you make me want to do some crazy stuff" she chuckles "like what?"

"I don't know" she laughs pressing her forehead on mines "I always have this urge to kiss you"

"Do you have that urge now?" She nods "then kiss me"

Before she could even lean in, I felt something brush against my cheek. I turn to see a microphone.

Dinah pushed me out the way squealing.

Beyoncé wanted Dinah to sing.

We were about to kiss.

And she INTERRUPTED us.

I rolled my eyes and groan. Why do we always get interrupted?.

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"Oooo can I drive?" Dinah asks me as we walked out the stadium. "No" she pouts "why not?"

"Because you don't know how to drive"

"I do...Lauren taught me" I raised an eyebrow. "Please y/n I want to take you out for dinner" I groan "fine"

She squeals taking the keys out my hand.

"I promise you won't regret it"

"Just please don't wreck my car"

"I'm not, I'm a pro driver"

Pray for me.......