Same Team

Ch.18- Lies

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I heard the faint sound of talking, and laughter. Suddenly it came in clearer and I registered it as Onika speaking to someone. She must be on the phone.

I felt the thick, warm comforter still wrapped around me before I opened my eyes. I was still laid out on the couch, by myself now. There was no longer any light coming through the window, and I knew I had been sleep for quite a while. I could lay here like this for hours longer too, this couch and blanket were both just that damn comfortable. But if I do that I probably won't end up leaving tonight, and that's a situation I don't need to put myself in.

"Girl it's not even that serious, chill out." Onika spoke before giggling.

I twisted my neck to the side barely seeing her head just over the couch. She was sitting at the high bar with the biggest smile on her face. Her teeth are so white and beautiful, why haven't I noticed that before?

"Hold on, what are you smiling at?" She looked at me speaking.

I was smiling? I didn't even realize it.

I simply shrugged of course only leading to an even bigger grin spreading across my face.

"I'll call you later girl, bye." She ended the conversation and set her phone down before walking over to me.

"So you finally woke up I see."

I nodded before a large yawn escaped my mouth, Onika yawned right after.

"Stop it bitch, making me yawn and shit." She complained mid yawn all wide mouthed before plopping down on top of me, and I groaned.

"Fat ass, moooove!"

"Bitch you be all up on this fat ass." She stuck out her tongue and I couldn't help but crack the fuck up.

"Onika you are so damn childish." I laughed.

"Mmhm and you loooooove it."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up... What time is it?" I questioned sitting up and stretching when she finally got off of me.

"Bout four in the morning."

No... it can't be.

"What the hell... no it isn't." I quickly looked at her.

"Yes it is Beyoncé you've been sleep that long." She held up my nearly dead phone, and on it were a bunch of missed calls and messages from Michael.

Fuck, he told me he was coming home early in the morning and I was supposed to pick him up from the airport at around three.

"Why didn't you tell me he was calling?"

She shrugged.

"Must've been on vibrate, I didn't hear it."

I shot up fast looking for my socks.

"Nicki I gotta go, I was supposed to pick Michael up from the airport an hour ago." I shoved my feet into my shoes.

She pouted out loud.

"Noooo you just woke up, I ain't even get to talk shit yet."

I rolled my eyes grabbing my purse from the kitchen while she followed.

"You're such a brat you know."

"Oh yeah I know." I heard her behind me as I walked to the door.