The flirtatious girl next door is hopelessly in love with Beyoncé, but Beyoncé is too blind to see. Will she notice her before it's too late?
Read to find out :)
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Beyoncé's POV The light beaming from the sun woke me up. My eyes slowly fluttered open to see I wasn't in my own bed. My eyes widen. I was laying naked in Robyn's arms. Oh shit..
Her hand was relaxing perfectly on my ass. I nervously bit my lip as I lifted her hand and moved it to the side. I carefully slid off of her, trying my best not to wake her.
I found my dress hanging on dresser. I looked everywhere for my panties but couldn't find them. Robyn groaned and turned to the other side of the bed. I froze for a second thinking she was starting to wake up.
"Forget it" I whispered to myself. I can always get new underwear. I grabbed my heels and purse and quietly tip toed out of her apartment.
I shook my head. What was I thinking getting drunk like that last night. I never thought I'd be doing the walk of shame from Robyn's place. I was opening my door when I heard Solange coming from down the hall.
"I am so sorry. I know I promised not to leave you drunk again. But if it makes you feel better, tried to find you. I mean I looked everywhere. I assumed you left with some guy" she said.
She explained herself, although that was the least of my worries right now. If I'm being completely honest, I forgot she was the one I came to the club with in the first place. Spending the night with Robyn took my mind to a whole nother place.
"Wait a minute" she said. "Did you go home with someone last night?" She asked suspiciously raising her eyebrow. "Are they still here?" she marched her way to my room and I rolled my eyes.
"Solange there is nobod-" I began to tell her that no one was in my room when a small knock hit my door. I groaned and opened it. It's a little early for all this company. Everybody should know by now that I'm not a morning person.
My whole demeanor changed when I saw it was Robyn. I ran my hand through my hair because I knew I looked rough.
"Hey" she spoke with her raspy voice, giving pleasure to my ears. "Do you know who I came home with last night?"
"I- um no, why?" I stumbled upon my words trying to think of a lie.
"She forgot her panties" she shrugged.
"Wait. So you don't remember what happened last night?" I asked nervously tugging on my bottom lip.
She shook her head. "I must've blacked out. The whole night is a blur. I gotta go lay down, my heads killing me" she groaned holding her head.
"Are you okay? You look pale" I asked analyzing her colorless face.
She shook her head again. "I feel sick. This why I don't drink"
"I can come by and take care of you if you want" I offered. I am the reason she got so hungover so why not stay with her until she feels better?
"Nah it's okay. I rather save you from the image of my head in a toilet"
