Beyoncé and Kelly One Shots

Mom's Girlfriend

EXCUSE ERRORS...

Kelly

"Hey Kelly?" My mom, Angela, asks.

"Yes?"

"I want you to meet someone."

"Okay. Who?"

"My girlfriend." She says, softly.

"You have a girlfriend?" I ask, smiling.

"Yes."

"I'm happy for you. Where is she?"

"She's coming up." A tall, lightskin, very pretty, woman comes in and smiles.

"Hi. I'm Beyoncé." She says, holding out her hand.

"Hi. I'm Kelly." I shake her hand.

"Where the hell did you find her?" I ask, trying to look from her.

"Well... One day, I was at the mall and we bumped into each other. She asked me for my number and I gave it to her. The rest is history." She says, smiling.

"Wow..." I smile.

"Well... Have fun." I laugh.

"I will." Bey says, smirking.

"Oh no." I say, gagging.

"What?"

"Y'all nasty."

"I know." They both say.

"Weird. Okay bye guys."

"Wait. I need you to stay here while I go to the store."

"Why can't I leave?"

"I need you to keep her company."

"Yea. Let's get to know each other."

"...okay." I shrug.

"Okay." My mom says, smiling.

"Bye babe. Bye Kelly."

"Bye." We say.

"So..."

"So..." I say, mocking her.

"Very funny." We laugh.

"Do you have any hobbies?" I ask.

"Yea. I like singing." She shrugs.

"I do too." I say, smiling.

"You look like you can do everything." I say, giggling.

"I can... Almost." She bites her lip.

"What do you mean by almost?" I ask.

"I can do everything. I just can't do some things that I would like to."

"Oh."

"Yea. Who's your favorite artist?"

"Michael Jackson." Beyoncé says.

"Me too." I smile.

"Do you like Frosted Flakes?" She asks.

"I love them. I like to let them soak though. To get the sugar and everything. It's good." I say, blushing.

"That's weird." She giggles.

"Some say that."

"What's your favorite candy?"

"Chocolate." She says, smirking.

"What do you mean by that?" No sexual innuendos please.

"I like chocolate.... Hershey...M&Ms...melanin." Beyoncé bites her lip.