Really?!

Chapter 2 Part 1

Chanel's POV

Well after that almost four hour ride we finally made it to New York. We got off at Penn Station and held a cab. We told the driver where to go and just looked out the window as he drove.

Damien and I were just pointing out stuff that we saw in movies and in videos. We were having mad fun. For a good forty-five minutes I forgot why I was here. The cab driver stopped and I paid him and we got out. I took out one of the letters my mom sent me and matched up the address. This was the place.

"This the place?" Damien asked me as we looked around.

"Yep." I said nodding but had yet moved.

"So we gonna go in or what?" he asked.

I stared up at the building and took a deep breath. I took my first step and walked into the building towards the elevator. I was so glad the guy at the front desk was so into his phone conversation to notice us heading towards the elevators. He should watch that, he could get fired for that.

We went to the elevator and pressed for the top level. Most people would think she lived on the fourth floor ironically. Y'all probably think my mom's favorite number is four because it's her birthday and you would be right but it's also because my birthday is also on the fourth. Yep, February fourth is the day of my birth.

Anyway the elevator dinged and we got out. It was literally the only door standing in front of us. I was getting a little nervous.

"So gonna knock or what?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, just give me a minute." I said "Don't rush me."

I finally took a deep breath and knocked on the door. We were just standing there looking like idiots waiting for someone to come.

"You sure someone home?" he asked.

"I guess." I said as I shrugged my shoulders. It's not like I called before arriving.

"Let's jus-"

Damien was talking when the door opened. It was my grandmother. She just looked at the both of us. I guess she doesn't recognize me. I stood stuck for a moment.

"Hi, Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yea, I'm looking for Beyoncé." I said.

"And may I ask who you are?" she asked me.

"Can you tell her Chanel Knowles is here." I said with my eyebrow raised slightly. I felt a little annoyed and hurt. She really had no clue who I was but could I blame her? Actually yes, yes I can.

She looked at me like she saw a ghost and told us to hold on. I mean damn, we didn't even get invited in. Is she in that much shock? Damien and I just looked at each other and busted out laughing.

"Did you see her face." he said laughing.

"Hell yeah." I said nodding.

As we were laughing the door opened back up and there she was. The women who I haven't seen in five years. She was wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. She looked like she wanted to hug me but that wasn't going to happen no time soon.

"Chanel, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well since you don't visit me I thought I would visit you. What you got company or something?" I asked.

"Actually no, but how did you get here?" she asked.

"The train and a cab. With the stuff you send me it's not that hard to track you down." I said.

"Who's he?" she asked looking at Damien.

Okay, rude but I guess she didn't want a random in her home.

"He's my best friend Damien." I said.

I was so glad he wasn't acting like some crazed fan.

"Hi you doing?" he said not really looking for an answer.

"You gonna invite us in or you want us to stand out her?" I asked.

She then opened the door wider and inside it was big and spacious. It looked like something you would see in an ikea catalogue. We walked further into the living room and saw some people in there. I noticed her mom, sister, Kelly, and Michelle. Oh great, a family reunion if they even remember who I am. Probably not, I've changed in five years.

We walked in and all eyes were on us. This is the time that I wish Damien wasn't a people person.

"Hey, everybody." he said smiling.

I just shook my head and chuckled. Everybody just looked at him. He said okay to himself and left it alone. So I decided to say something but before I could my mom spoke.

"This is Chanel and her friend Damien." she said.

"You mean Chanel Knowles?" Kelly asked.

My mom nodded her head.

"Hey Damien why don't you chill and I'll talk to Chanel." my mom said. "There's food in the fridge."

Damien looked at me as if he was asking for permission. I nodded my head and that boy headed for the kitchen. My mom led me towards the back and I followed behind her. I think I will finally get my answers. The whole reason I'm here.