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A/N: I've written like a million of these little 'instances' that were ideas but I was too lazy to bring them to fruition, so if you like this one I'll publish the others.
They won't all relate to each other. They're all at different point's in time. And I was lazy writing it so. Shoot me.
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The first time it happens they are 17, reading old copies of Vogue on Beyoncé's bed after school. Nicki's restless and a little cranky—she won't admit it, but Beyoncé knows that the reason for this mood of N's is Rahmeek's recent disappearance from Manhattan. It's the first time in days that Beyoncé has seen Nicki be still.
"I don't know what to wear tonight," she mentions cautiously. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. She has a dinner-date with Shawn, at 7, and she's exhausted her little black dress collection.
Nicki flips the page a little too aggressively, causing the edge of it to rip. "Just wear what you're wearing now, B."
"I can't do that," Beyoncé says, aghast. Her school clothes definitely aren't appropriate for the restaurant Shawn's taking her to. She inspects her nails critically. "I should have gotten a manicure yesterday, but we had that history paper due, and I had to—"
"God, Bey," Nicki interrupts. The magazine falls closed as her lips twist into a frown. "You need to get laid."
Beyoncé's cheeks flame automatically. "For God's sake, N," she snaps. "You know that Shawn and I are saving ourselves for each other."
"Then don't wear anything tonight," Nicki dares, her eyes narrow.
"You're being ridiculous. I'm sick of your attitude lately. You can leave, if you want."
"Or you could relax."
"I am relaxed!" Beyoncé all but screeches, throwing her magazine aside.
They look at each other for one heated moment, and then Nicki's frown flips into a smile, and all of a sudden she's giggling. And Nicki's always had infectious laughter—Beyoncé only lasts about two seconds before she joins in.
"What.. what makes you think you know so much about sex?"
"Experience," Nicki says flippantly, in that way that makes Beyoncé feel like she's ten years younger even though she's technically over half a year older than Nicki.
"Experience like what? I'm your best friend. You have to tell me. And no lying."
