Stolen

A Trip Home

Beyoncé

"Can y'all go somewhere else with all that noise? Damn." I mumbled the last part.

I don't know why but Onika and Solange decided to come in my room and fucking talk. Where they do that at? Uh-uh.

"Help me come up with baby names Bey." Solange whined.

"Yeah Bey." Onika said, grabbing my arm and laying her head on my shoulder.

"I don't know." I tried to shrug her head off but that only made her hold my arm tighter.

Something about this girl made me feel like a bitch inside. Like I always wanna be mean to her but when I do and I hurt her feelings, I feel bad.

"What about Cleophus?" I asked.

"Ooouuu I know you fuckin' lyin'!" Onika yelled laughing.

"I'm saying." Solange agreed.

"Well don't ask for my opinion." I said in a duh tone.

"What about Mason?"

"I like it but I want something unique, like my name, you'll probably never hear a name like that."

"Cletus? You probably won't ever hear that."

"Beyoncé imma need for you to stop." Onika said laughing.

"Fuckin' ungrateful pieces of shit." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Don't ask for my opinion and then laugh in my face about it. That's fucking disrespectful.

"I got one more." I mumbled.

"Oh Lord, let's hear it." Solange said rolling her eyes.

"Cadence."

"Damn Bey, that's actually cute." Solange propped up, thinking about it.

"It is. Look at you being all helpful and shit." Onika said as she reached up to touch my face. I caught her hand and lowered it.

"Please don't. You already ran out by laying on me, don't get your hands broke." I said calmly which resulted in her pouting.

"Feels like I'm third wheeling so imma go raid the fridge and take a nap." she said before getting up and walking out.

"You should follow." I told Onika.

"You don't like hangin' with me?"

"I mean I've hung with better."

"And you're lying because?" she looked up at me but my eyes stayed glued on the tv.

"Ain't nobody lying. You ain't nobody to lie to lil mama."

"I don't know if I should be offended or what."

"Mmmmhmmm."

She was about to say something until my phone rung, interrupting her. I already knew who it was from the ringtone.

"What Tina?"

"Beyoncé baby, I've been calling you."

"I'm aware. What do you want?"

"Well I want you and Solange to come home for a few days."

"We are home, fuck you mean?" I asked confused.

"No baby, to Texas."

"Yeah."

"So you'll come?" she asked.

"Mhm."

"See you then baby. I love you." she said excitedly.