Things aren't always what they appear to be.
To the outside world, Nicki Minaj has appeared to have settled down. She has her husband, Kenneth Petty, her baby boy, Papa, and she is working on her biggest album to date, Pink Friday 2. What more could...
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༺"Don't You Know Too Much Already?"༻
The bass and rhythm of the music blasted through her ears.
Like a heart, the music's beat kept her alive. It raced through her blood, through her veins, right down to her very soul.
"Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' But nothin' ever stops you leavin' Quiet when I'm comin' home And I'm on my own"
The soft, melodic singing of Billie Eilish played out through the speakers. She nodded her head softly, bouncing her pen up and down before stopping abruptly.
She lifted her eyes to the ceiling of the studio, humming softly at the lyrics that threw themselves against the walls of her mind.
The ink invaded the paper.
"Maybe I'm going crazy 'cause I haven't seen you in a couple years Maybe I shoulda said somethin' when you up and disappeared 'Cause now you only in my dreams and I swear that's the one thing I feared I neva' woulda' imagined living without your laugh in my ear I miss us doing songs together In the studio I miss eating burgers, chilling in the pool wit' you I know you got a husband, I know I got one too But tell me when was the last time that nigga ever said he was proud of you? Standing on the stage, givin' you the icy glare Twerkin' in my seat, hoping that ya' stare I got a lot of issues that the public ain't ready to hear Sent you flowers while you was out at Renaissance Hoping you would show that you cared I know that you loyal I know, that's why I adore you While you up there just remember all the things before you Left me in Gag City Are you on your way here? Starin' at pictures like "Damn B, are you still there?"
She stared down at the paper now blotted and dotted with ink and short tears. A short sigh left her lips, a deep breath inhaled through her nose.
As the beat dropped low again, she glanced up at her surroundings. She closed her eyes as the music travelled through the studio.
"Don't you know too much already? I'll only hurt you if you let me Call me friend, but keep me closer (call me back) And I'll call you when the party's over Quiet when I'm comin' home—"
"Ugh."
Billy was cut short as Onika's long, pink, diamond-studded nail pressed the pause button harshly.
Another sigh drifted from her, and she placed her head in her hands.
This was the third time she'd have to rip a page out of her notepad.
It didn't matter how long it had been since the last time they saw each other. It didn't matter how far apart they were, how different they became, how much things had changed.
The Renaissance singer was still her sweetest dreams and her most beautiful nightmares.
But the public couldn't know that.
She had seen the tweets, the fanfictions, and the conspiracies.
She looked around her studio again, feeling her eyes fill with tears once more. Her left hand bawled the torn lyrics up tighter.
She couldn't release this. Not now, not ever.
They knew too much already.
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Hiya guys, so this is going to be a short story following current events (AKA Pink Friday 2, Renaissance) with our two favorites having had past "relations" that occurred during Pinkprint and the self-acclaimed album Beyoncé.
Yes, I wrote the lyrics. I did my best, and I like them lol.
Anyways, how do we feel about this? I don't know how long it will be, I just know it'll be short.
