No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 5: Argumentation

~Rihanna's point of view~

Rihanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Here we go" she thought as she turned around and looked for the copper eye shadow.

"YOU GOING OUT WITH JUSTIN BIEBER? And all these fine looking, chocolatey ass men walking around New York City?"

"He asked me out, Melissa." Rihanna said, rummaging through her bag.

Leandra pivoted towards Melissa. "What you do you got against JB, Melissa?"

Melissa batted her eyes "He is a literal child."

Now Rihanna was running behind. She still hadn't gotten into her dress, or done any of her eye makeup. All she had completed was her lip color and her foundation.

"Shouldn't have hit that snooze button." she thought.

"He ain't no child no more" Leandra said. "You see him in that video with Nicki Minaj?"

"You think I watch Justin Bieber videos Leandra?" Melissa said.

Leandra tapped her fingers on the table.

"What was it called..."

Rihanna checked the side pockets of her Coco Chanel make up bag for the copper eye shadow compact case. "This is really ineffective Design." She thought.

"RiRi," Leandra chimmed.

"What?"Rihanna retorted, as she zipped the pocket closed.

"What was the name of that video?"

"What video, Leandra."

"The one Justin Bieber did with Nicki Minaj, where he runs around the pool half naked and you can see all his tatts." Leandra continued

"Beauty and the beat." Rihanna said.

"BEAUTY AND THE BEAT," Leandra repeated.

Rihanna dumped her make up bag all over the counter.

Leandra continued. "He fine as hell,with that six pack all shining and gleaming, Ooo and that smile"

It wasn't in the bag. She'd lost the compact case. She'd come back to eye shadow later. For now, she'd do her eyeliner. If she could just leave with good eye liner she'd be ok.

"He's a baby." Melissa touted.

"He's a snack. And he ain't no baby. JB is 20 years old, been legal for a good four years."

"Three" Melissa corrected.

Leandra rolled her eyes. "Three."

Rihanna carefully began to outline the edge of her eye, with the sharp black pencil.

"Just cause he's twenty don't make him no man, Leandra."

Rihanna continued to drag the edge of the pencil across her eye.

"You want your damn latte or not Melissa?" Leandra boomed.

Rihanna continued to drag the pencil ever so tactfully across her eye in a straight line. Beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.
"Lord give me the strength." She thought

"SCREW THE LATTE, HE'S A TOTAL FUCK BOY, LEANDRA! And lord knows what the tabloids are going to say."

The Bob Marley continued to boom, as well as she gently traced the shape of a wing. Her hand was starting to shake now If she could just start the other eye-

"NOW I KNOW DAMN WELL I AIN'T FINNA WASTE $5.99 ON NO DAMN GRANDE CARMEL MACCHIATO LATTEE THAT YOU AIN'T GONNA DRINK! I WALKED ALL THE WAY TO BALTIMORE TO GET THIS!"

Rihanna's. Hand slipped. The wing was ruined.

Melissa was about to cut in when Rihanna exploded.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She shouted.

They stopped cold.