Just One Week In Italy
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 4h 17m
Ongoing, First published Sep 19, 2024
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"I damn sure wouldn't be here, if you told me she'd be joining us on this trip! I hate this bitch, Lauren!" I said out loud, not caring to control my temper anymore.

Beyoncé came forward. "I can hear you, you know." She said in her deep voice, making me roll my eyes at her.

"I clearly was intending for you to, you know." I bit back, I can't stand her with her perfect ass body, perfect life, white teeth and them kissable lips. She infuriates me.

"Look y'all, it's just one week in Italy that we all gotta spend together. Talk it out, or fuck it out. But one thing y'all won't do is fuck this up for Lauren. Act y'all age for once." Kelly reprimanded the both of us, making me forcefully close my eyes as I willed myself to be the bigger person.

It's just one week in Italy, what's the worst that could ever happen?


Based off of Chapters 13&14- Just One Week In Italy, Heartstrings (BEYNIKA ONESHOTS) by me.
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