Stolen

Day Two

Onika

"Beyoncé if you watch that video again imma lose my whole mind." I whined.

"She's so funny though. GET OUT OF MY CAUCASIAN HOUSE. IMMEDIATELY!" she said in between laughs.

She had been watching the SAME damn video of Joanne the scammer for the past damn twenty minutes. Every time the video restarted, I swear the room got smaller.

"What we doing today?"

"We're scamming men. Me with my platinum blonde hair and you with your ethnic hair." she tried to hold in her laugh but failed.

I was happy to see her laugh and smile but damn she so annoying and she'll run shit in the ground and make it not funny.

I waited for her to stop laughing with a mug on my face.

"Whatchu wanna do Lil Bit?"

She turned over on her side and looked at me.

"Are you gonna be nice all day?'"

"You bein' funny?"

"Just a little but I don't know."

"Then why you ask me like I know?"

I started to throw my pillow at her but knowing her, she'd end up finding a way to throw her mattress at me and I'm not tryna have that.

"I figured you'd know, you're from here."

"Don't remind me. I'm not leaving the house though, I'm telling you that now."

"Can I do your makeup?"

"You can not. Next."

"Can I paint your nails?"

"You ain't givin' me a makeover."

I smacked my lips and pouted.

"Buuuuuuuuut Beeeeeeeeeeey."

"But Bey my ass, it ain't happenin' so shut the shit up."

"Well I want you to get out and leave me alone." I crossed my arms across my chest.

"That's a negative, this my room." she started laughing again.

Right when I was about to say something, her phone started ringing.

She answered it and held it away from her face.

"Where you at?"

Ugh that Lauren bitch. I rolled my eyes and threw my body back, my head hit the wall so damn hard.

"See, that's what yo overdramatic ass get."

"Uh uh who you talking too?"

"You worried 'bout the wrong thing. Why you even call me?"

I held the back of my head and tried not to cry but ummmmmm that shit hurt.

"Because I feel like you been ducking and dodging me like you don't wanna fool with me."

"I don't. You overstepped yo boundaries and then some."

"We ain't over baby. I lo-"

Beyoncé hung up and looked over at me.

"C'mere crybaby." she sat up and stretched her arms out for me. I walked over to her and let myself fall in her lap. "Ian tell you to do allat."

"Shut up." I buried my face in the crook of her neck and sniffled.

"Oh my goodness stop cryin'."

"I'm not... anymore." I whined.

"Well go blow ya nasty nose."