Is this love?

Chapter 2~ Shawn?

He looked as shocked as I was.

"Never in a million years would I ever even dream of seeing you on the damn streets in Brooklyn." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Well yeah-"

"No. What the hell are you doing Beyonce?" He said harshly.

"We both know what happens to girls on the street."

"It's not like that."

"The hell it ain't like that."

I took a deep breath and started to turn around.

"What are you on, what do you have, who's your pimp?" I was shocked that he would even asked these questions.

Shawn and I grew up with each other. I haven't seen him since I left home. Whenever my mom would bring home men I'd run to Shawn's house. He was my best friend.

"Excuse me?" I said.

He rolled his eyes. "How long have you been in the game?" He asked.

"A few years." I said.

"How many?"

"Six." I whispered.

"Six?" He yelled.

I nodded my head. "Are you the guy that was asking Stella about me?" I asked.

He nodded, "I didn't want to believe it was you."

"How'd you find out about me? I changed my name so nobody from back then could."

He looked as if he was sad, "One of the guys I let my girls go with was talking about some you-"

"Wait. Your girls?" I asked cutting him off.

He nodded his head and chuckled.

"Your a pimp?" I asked.

He nodded.

"So wait. Let me get this straight. You're a pimp, you come up on my street asking questions about me, and then judge me when you are in the same damn buisness?" I asked yelling a little bit.

"It isn't like that Bey." He said.

"Don't call me that." I said.

He looked confused, "You've changed a lot."

I've tired to force the memories of what my life use to be, and how much I missed him out of my mind but then this.

"Shawn." I said holding his face, "Don't care. I've changed. I've done stuff that would cause you to hate me." I said.

"Let me take you to get something to eat." He said.

"I can't." I said.

"Yes. You can."

"Look at what I am wearing." I said. "So?" I rolled my eyes. If I wasn't so tired and hungry I would protest. "Well if you insist." I said.

We pulled up to some burger place. "

"Here." He said handing me some jacket out of the backseat. We walked into the restraunt and sat at a table.

"Order whatever you want." He said.

"That's what I planned on." I said. He chuckled. I ordered a bacon cheese burger with fries and a choclate shake.

"So tell me."

"Tell you what?" I asked.

"How did you end up on the streets?"

I took a deep breath and looked around. No one was in the restraunt, probably because it was so late.

"I left home and came to Brooklyn. At first I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't know anyone. About two weeks after I got here my friend, Kelly, who works the streets too showed me around. At first I told her she was bat shit crazy if she thought I was going to work the streets, but with time a became acustom to the lifestyle. I needed money, and I needed it quick."

Shawn just sat there shaking his head. "You were so smart, so beautiful, intelligent."

This is one of the reasons I didn't want to see anyone from my past.

"Shawn. Things change."

"Why'd you leave? I would have helped you. Remember? We planned to move that summer I was going to college and we were going to get an apartment."

I sighed and looked down at the table.

"It wouldn't have worked out." I said.

"Why not?"

"I had changed way before any of that happened. After my dad left, I wasn't that little girl who would play basketball with you, and make you play dress up with me." I said looking him in the eyes.

It hurt to remember how things were and how they could have been. But like Kelly says, you can't think about the could've beens. If it was mean't to be it would've been.

"I missed you so much. I couldn't sleep for months." He said.

"When you met that Halie chick you weren't missing me." I spat.

"She was just-"

"She was your girlfriend" I said looking across the restraunt.

"And so? You were my best friend. I have known you since you were two. That's thirteen years."

I closed my eyes.

"And in those last three years of me being Beyonce I changed, you changed, and we weren't close. You didn't just loose me, I lost you." I quit talking when the waiter brought out food.