I was going crazy trying to get in touch with Beyonce. She wasn’t answering any of my calls or text messages. I knew her seeing me with Kayla didn’t look right, but it was all business and nothing more. She didn’t even give me a chance to explain before she was ready to call it quits. I was mad at the fact she automatically assumed I cheated. I was tired of telling her that I was nothing like her ex, but she couldn’t see it. Kelly had been blowing her phone up too, but she wouldn’t answer for her either. I knew she was alright because she kept in contact with my sisters. I damn near stalked her mama’s house trying to see if she would show up there, but she never did. I was begging my sisters to try and get her to come to my uncle’s block party this weekend so we could at least talk about it. They told me they had asked her a million times, but she was still undecided. I’d been stopping by my mama’s house for the past few days thinking she might show up there, but that never happened. I was posted up in the dining room watching TV like I’d been doing for the past few days. “You need to take your ass to your own house,” my dad said when he walked into the room, “I told you to tell that girl what was going on before this happened, but you didn’t listen to me,” he preached. He was right, but I wasn’t in the mood for the “I told you so” talk. He told me to tell Bey that I was working with Kayla before I even started. I didn’t do it because I knew she wasn’t going to be happy about it. I was pissed with him too. If he would have helped Kayla and her mama instead of asking me, then none of this would have happened in the first place. “It’s all good. I’m done working with Kayla and her mama. If they need help they need to call you,” I said with an attitude. I braced myself because I knew my daddy was about to go off. He didn’t play when it came down to the business. “Check this out,” he said while pointing at me, “If running a business and having a relationship is too much for you, just let me know. I can do this shit by my damn self. If your hard headed ass would have been honest from the beginning, none of this would have happened,” he said, going off on me. I just sat there and let him say what he had to say without responding. I was stressed to the max so I didn’t have any more fight left in me. When my dad was finished schooling me, as he called it, he left me alone with my thoughts once again. I grabbed my phone and did something that I’d been doing for the past few days, I called Beyonce. “What do you want Micheal?” Beyonce said when she picked up the phone. She sounded like I was the last person in the world that she wanted to talk to, but I didn’t care. I was just happy that she picked up. “Beyonce we really need to talk,” I replied. “No, we’re good. We don’t have anything to talk about.” “Man, stop being so childish and at least let me explain. It’s not even what you think it is.” “So let me get this straight, I don’t talk to you for hours, you never answered when I tried to call, but when I did see you, you were outside your mama’s house with your ex- girlfriend, and I’m being childish? Ain’t you the same nigga that’s always preaching about honesty?” She asked sarcastically. “If you just let me explain, I’ll tell you everything,” I said. I said, getting frustrated with this back and forth shit. “Your first reaction to all of your problems is to run away and that only makes things worse.” She held the phone for a while, but didn’t respond. I moved the phone from my ear to make sure she didn’t hang up. Her picture was still on my screen so I know she was still there. “Hello?” I said, breaking the silence. “Yeah, I’m here,” she replied softly. “When can I see you?” I asked, “We really need to talk about some things.” “I don’t know Micheal. I’m at my brother’s house. I probably won’t be home until the weekend,” she replied. That was perfect. I could try to close the deal with Kayla and her mama and be done with them before the weekend came. “Are you coming to the block party Saturday,” I asked. “I don’t know, I told your sisters that I would try,” she responded. “I really need you to come. It’s cool if you don’t want to stay, but we need to see what’s up with us. Can you please do this one thing for me?” I asked. I was stepping all the way out of my character with this begging shit. Usually, I would have no problem moving on, but this time was different. I really do love Beyonce. In fact, I was in love with her. I wasn’t willing to give up on us before we really had a chance. “What time?” She asked, causing me to smile. All hope wasn’t lost after all. “Three o’clock,” I replied. “I’ll be there,” she said. That was music to my ears. It would be all good once we were face to face. It was hard trying to plead my case over the phone. “Cool, so I’ll see you this weekend,” I said happily. “Okay.” “Bey, wait,” I said before she hung up. “What?” “I love you,” I said. I held my breath, hoping that she wouldn’t hurt my feelings. “I love you too,” she replied after a short pause. I hung up the phone feeling like a new man. I was always telling Bey about the importance of honesty and it was definitely time for me to start practicing what I preached. We promised to always be honest with each other. She was living up to her end of the bargain, and it was time for me to start living up to mine.
