No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 4: Foundations

Author's note: Originally I titled Chapter 7, "Foundations Part II" but I noticed that a lot of people were skipping Chapters 5 and Chapter 6 and going straight to 7.  PLEASE DO NOT SKIP CHAPTER 5 and 6!!! It was called Chapter 7 purely for thematic reasons, it was/is not the chronological continuation of Chapter 4. I have since changed  the title of Chapter 7  to "Argumentation Part II" to prevent any further confusion. I am sorry for the inconvenience. Enjoy!

Rihanna's POV
New York, 2014 The Carlyle Hotel

Rihanna slapped the pillow across Melissa's face.

"BITCH WAKE UP!"

Melissa pulled the covers tighter over her face.

"Girl cccccccchilll." She moaned.

Rihanna straddled her unflinching, like an Amazon.

"WAKE UP!" She pelted her again with the pillow.

Mellissa threw the covers from off her head.

"What? What is it? What is SO important that you need me to be awake at this time?"

Smirking victoriously, she ran to the bathroom counter. Melissa fell back on her pillow, pouting.

Rihanna returned and sat on the edge of the bed, holding two shiny compacts cases.

"Should I wear the bronze eyeshadow, or the copper?"

Melissa stared at her, from the bags under her eyes.

"Are you pulling my tits right now?" She jeered.

"Bitch, answer the question, bronze or copper?"

"They're the same color." Mel

"They is not." Rihanna touted indignantly

Rihanna opened the compact case and rubbed the colors on Melissa's forearms.

Melissa squirmed helplessly as the powder was smeared on her arm.

"See, this one has got more red in it and this one is more brown with gold glitter."

Melissa rolled on her side, whaling.

"You is too extra!"

A large bronze colored stain appeared on the sheets.
Melissa rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Now you done stained the bed with your bloody make up. They'll be dirty for the rest of the stay. I hope you revel in your theatrics, you ass animal wild."

Rihanna got off the bed, yielding the argument.

"The maid will be here at 1:00pm to change the sheets."

She walked over to the makeup counter.

Melissa tucked her head back under the sheets. The world began to disappear under thick duvet. She was beginning to have reservations about spending the weekend. She had flown to New York to negotiate with the designers for her new hat line. Since Rihanna was in town for the Met Gala, they had agreed to meet up after the gala and go clubbing. It had been a fun night yet she needed the time to recover. She had her meeting at 4:00pm, so she still had some hours to recuperate. She closed her crusty eyes. At least she could get some sleep now.

Just then Bob Marley started blasting at full volume.
🎶 "I WANNA LOVE YOU. I WANNA LOVE AND TREAT YOU RIGHT. I WANNA LOVE YOU.EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT." 🎶

Melissa's eyes opened wide.

"Is this real life." She thought.

She threw the covers from over her head.

Rihanna swayed in front of the mirror, her phone plugged into her speaker.
She mouthed the words.
"WE'LL SHARE A SHELTER."

A knock came at the door. Melissa threw herself out of bed and trudged to the door, yanking the chain.

Leandra waltzed in, carrying a tray of coffee.

"Hey beau, got us some fancy ass lattes from the Starbucks-" she stoped and looked at Melissa,who was bedraggled in sweatpants and a long T-Shirt.

"Awww, girl is you ok? You look sick." She said empathetically.

"Nope, just ugly." Melissa responded dryly.
She shot a harsh look over her shoulder at Rih, who was applying some lipstick.

"Hard to get any beauty sleep around here."

Leandra rounded the corner and set the coffees down on the table, and looked at the skyline of silver towers reaching high like mountains into the sky.

"Hey Leandra," Rihanna yelled as she turned around. "Should I wear the Bronze eye shadow or the copper?"

Melissa walked over to the bed and collapsed.

"You know you is too light to be wearing bronze eye shadow. Go with the copper."

Rihanna smirked again, victoriously. "Thank you." She looked over her shoulder at Melissa. "Glad SOMEBODY could be of some help."

Melissa covered her head with a pillow.

"What you dolling all up for girl you got, a date or something?" Leandra poked.

She went over lips with the second shade.
"Maybe."

Leandra set her coach bag down on the table.

"You do! Spill the beans, who is it with? Is it anyone famous. Is it Drake?"

Rihanna slammed her lipstick down on the shiny granite counter.

"I ain't dating Drake."

"Then who?" Leandra asked. Her gaze penetrated Rihanna, eager and skeptical.

She swallowed deep, cocking her head back, her back to the counter.

"I'm going to breakfast with...Justin Bieber."

Melissa shot up in bed, her hair wild and tangled.

"I THINK THE FUCK NOT!" She yelled.

END OF CHAPTER