|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Final Chapter

Narrator - Settie

Beyoncé was rummaging through her purse as she tried to find her phone that was ringing. When she found it, she answered with a bit of an attitude.

"What?" She gritted into the microphone.

"Girl, I know you fucking lying!" The woman on the other side yelled. "I will unleash Cookie on your ass answering the phone like that. How dare you?" She asked. Cookie is Taraji's character on a show called Empire, but honestly, she became a part of Taraji as the show progressed.

"Damn, Taraji, I'm sorry." Bey mumbled. "It's just, Jay been bugging me about dropping more music and I'm getting irritated." She said, apologetically. She wasn't lying, Jay has been riding her tip ever since she became a solo artist a few months ago.

"Hmph, you do need to drop more music hoe, your Beyhive is waiting on you." Yeah, that's her fanbase. Headass as fuck.

"But I don't have anything in mind and-"

"Bitch just do another collab with Jay then. Y'all make an iconic duo and yall sound better than that bullshit of a group you called yourself being in a few month ago. What's it called again, Destiny's Mother? You were just starting off with them for clout. You're better as a solo artist." Taraji said, sipping her tea as she chuckled. Bey was about to say something, but she was cut off by Taraji's yelling.

"Lucious! If you don't get your ass over here!" She yelled at her co-star, Terrance. Bey always wondered why she never said his real name, but the world may never know. Bey chuckled on the other side of the line, Taraji's character in all of her acting gigs always add to her personality, that's what Beyoncé loved about the woman. Ever since Skylar went to jail, they've become closer the more they had to plot how to get her out. Might as well call them siblings now.

"Uh-uh, first of all, don't do my group. It was called Destiny's Child, thank you. And we made some bops alright?" She whined. For the year that they were together, they slayed the game, couldn't nobody tell them shit.

"Girl, y'all fans were just there for your talented ass, shut that shit up."

"But Kell-"

"She ain't got shit on you- hold up my phone ringing." Taraji said, checking her phone. Her smile broke wide after seeing the collar ID.

She answered the phone hype as hell. "Triggaaaaaaaa!" She yelled, earning shushes from some of the people around her. "Y'all shut up, don't be shushing Cookie." She demanded, putting the phone on three way. See, her and Trey grew close over the time they've known each other, so they're basically inseparable now. And Trey, he's a solo artist that always has females all over him. He's a grade A hoe, and everybody knows it, but who knows, somebody might change him some day.

"Wassup? The Panty Droppa touched down in LA, what you doin' tonight?" Trey asked, causing both Taraji and Bey to laugh.

"Sir, are you asking Taraji on a date?"

"Oh nah, she Lucious girl. I ain't with that shit. Plus, Ion date, I fuck. But wassup Cuzzo?"

"Not shit, trynna write music and drop this shit for my fans... get Sky out of jail while I'm at it." Bey mumbled, glaring at Jay, who just walked up to her. "What nigga?" She asked.

"Man when you gone let a nigga take you out?" His totem pole face ass asked. He's this rapper that she met a while ago. Not really important.

"Cuzzo put me on speaker so I can shut his ass down." Trey gritted. Bey followed his instructions with a smirk, wondering what he may say.