"Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, Yours And Mine Are The Same"
Beyoncé Knowles was a young woman who, much to her parents' disappointment, had not found her soul mate. Beyoncé was forced to find the 'fiancé' that she had led her parents to believe wa...
Bey and I were at the studio working on my album. She'd been a little off since we saw Eddie at Denny's. I'd asked her plenty of times if she was okay and if she wanted to tell me anything but every single time she ignored it and didn't say shit. It was by force that I had to learn that she wasn't ready to tell me anything and I had to accept it.
"How did that sound Bey?"I asked coming out of the booth.
"Sounded great,"she said with her thumbs up. Her face changed and she sat down on the couch.
"What's wrong Bey?"I knelt down in front of her.
"Just got a little headache,"she rubbed her head looking down.
"You want me to get you anything?"I rubbed her back.
"Nah imma go get water and some aspirin,"she stood up.
"Lemme go with you,"I stood up straight too.
"Don't worry about me Jay. Finish what you're doing here,"she smiled at me leaving the studio. Not long after Bey left, Eddie came through the door.
"Aye wassup Eddie?"I dapped him up.
"How you doing Jay? You recording new shit?"he sat on the couch.
"Yeah man, ain't been in the studio in a minute,"I sat on an empty chair.
"Where's your girl? She here or sumn?"he asked looking around.
"She went to go get some water,"I was urging to ask him about if something happened between him and Bey but I needed to respect her privacy and wishes. I'd be livid if it was the other way round.
"Aight. How long have y'all known each other?"
"Long enough,"I folded my arms.
"What about her parents?"
"Watchu know about her parents?"I frowned. He was definitely a member of Bey's enclosed past and she didn't want him coming out of the closet.
"Just asking. Parents be so damn defensive and protective over daughters. It's like they're the most sacred beings in the world."
"Thanks for the information,"I nodded not giving a fuck anymore. The nigga needed to fucking leave to be honest. He was getting on my damn nerves.
"Jay I got us some Nutter Butters beca-"Bey froze mid-word when she saw Eddie in front of me.
"Hello Beyoncé,"Eddie smirked at her. Bey ignored him and came to sit on my lap.
"Jay are you done here? The smell of cheap cologne is making me sick,"she gave him a death stare and he chuckled.
"I see your feistiness hasn't left,"Eddie laid back.
"I see your dickheadness hasn't left,"Bey retaliated.
"Uh I'm pretty much done. I can continue when we go to LA,"I looked around. There was a knock on the door and I gave permission for them to come in.
"Hey y'all. Heard y'all were in here,"Soraya smiled.
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