"Okay, that's it—I can't take it no more!" Michelle said, waving her hands.
Even though Michelle looked crazy right now, I had a strong feeling I knew what she was on about. A bunch of people from the stage crew were looking at us, which was a little embarrassing, but Michelle didn't care. She dragged me and Beyoncé out the exit.
"Michelle, is this necessary?" I said and blocked my eyes from the sun.
"Apparently, yes, it is," she hissed. "How long y'all gonna do this? We start promo soon."
"So? We had drama before and hid it well," Beyoncé said.
I rolled my eyes.
"It's not about hiding though, it's about fixing the problem—this little lover's quarrel you have going on is affecting you and everybody around you," Michelle said. "It's like a permanent dark cloud and it has to stop, it has to stop!"
I was kind of shook right now. It's not often that Michelle goes off. When she yells or gives somebody a lecture, you know it's bad.
"Did we have to do this outside?" Beyoncé asked.
"Is that all you got out of what I just said?"
I snorted a laugh.
"Both y'all need to hear this," Michelle went on, glaring at me and Beyoncé.
"Don't look at me." Beyoncé shrugged. "I tried to make amends."
I rolled my eyes again.
"Roll your eyes again," Beyoncé said.
My eyes widened. "And what are you gonna do?" I looked at her the longest I have in a month and dramatically rolled my eyes.
"Kelly," Michelle called.
"This attitude is exactly why we can't make peace," Beyoncé said, looking at Michelle.
"No one even said anything to you," I replied.
She whipped her head towards me. "And that's the thing! You're so damn stubborn you don't ever give me the chance to talk to you!"
I scoffed. "When's the last time you tried to talk to me? That's what you have Kerry for."
"Okay, okay..." Michelle started, holding up her hand.
"No, it's all facts. Any time she gets a minute or two, who does she go and call? Kerry."
Smooth light caramel skin and golden hair filled my vision as Beyoncé got in my face. I involuntarily shivered but played it off by backing away. I tried not to stare at her lips that were in a firm line. Her fiery brown eyes penetrated mine.
Breaking eye contact, I looked at Michelle who looked hopeful as she watched us.
Suddenly my chin was turned towards Beyoncé again. I glared at her as if to say how dare she touch me.
"You talk about her more than I do," she said.
I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time. "Yeah, fucking right. I know you lying."
Beyoncé looked around and then we heard a voice.
"Girls, what are you doing? All your stuff is inside, I know you don't think we're carrying it." Mama Tina stood by the exit we'd used to come outside.
"We'll be right there," Michelle said cheerfully.
I was the first to go inside. I grabbed my pocket book and extra plastic bag with water inside it before finding the bathroom. I dreaded having to come back home with Beyoncé. I really needed to look into finding my own place. Mathew and Tina were amazing for opening their home to me all these years, but I was grown now and could afford to live on my own. Of course I never had a problem living with Beyoncé until recently.
I finished peeing and opened the stall when I was done. I sucked my teeth seeing Beyoncé but ignored her, washing my hands. When I went to reach for a paper towel, I was suddenly forced against the counter.
"What the fuck." I glared at her.
She glared back at me. "I'm getting sick and tired of your shit, Kelly," she snarled. She got in my face again but this time there was nowhere for me to back away to. "How do you ignore me but get mad when I talk to someone else?"
I turned my head away and she forced it back to look at her.
"Get off me," I warned.
"Fucking answer me."
I felt another shiver run down my spine.
"Don't be jealous when all you fucking do is push me away," she seethed, still holding my head.
Her breasts were against mine as was her middle. If I wasn't pissed off, I would've been turned on.
"Can I have some room? Damn."
She continued to glare at me but backed up even though I immediately missed her body. Then she walked into a stall, slamming it behind her.
I closed my eyes and sighed when I walked out.
"Don't be jealous when all you fucking do is push me away."
Those words lingered with me. I couldn't help but want to confront Beyoncé about it. She really wanted to make it seem like it was my fault that we weren't on good terms. Like I was the problem. Nah.
I stopped looking at homes (for now) and went to her room. I unlocked the door and found her and Alicia watching TV and laughing. They stopped when they saw me.
Alicia nodded at me with a smile. "Hey Kell."
Beyoncé coldly regarded me when she thought Alicia wasn't looking.
"Hey," I said. "I see you're busy, I'll come back."
I saw a glint of hope on Beyoncé's face and resisted the urge to smirk. "No, let's go. Alicia, do you mind?"
"No, not at all, go 'head."
"I'll be back."
Beyoncé got up from her bed and looked into my eyes when she closed the door.
"My room," I said and she nodded, following me.
"What's up?" She stared at me when we were in my room, door closed and all.
"This won't take long. You know, I really don't appreciate you trying to make it seem like I'm the reason for the drama. You have to take some accountability, Beyoncé. It's not all me."
She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Then what have I done?"
"If you loved me as much as you say, you wouldn't even be entertaining anyone else. You just said 'she won't talk to me, welp, on to the next one.'"
"You know that's a lie."
"Is it? This whole month you've been spending time with her."
"I don't see why it bothers you, you don't want me, right?"
"I've wanted you since I met you!"
"Well I damn sure can't tell. You shut me out, give me the silent treatment, and today is the first time you've looked me in my face for a whole month."
"I wouldn't be doing that if you knew how to respect me and keep your word. The bottom line is that if you really wanted me, you wouldn't give up like that and move on."
"I'm not even with anybody."
"But you're talking to someone and probably still fucking her too."
When she didn't deny it, my heart split.
"Am I supposed to take your rejection for the rest of my life?" Beyoncé said.
My eyes burned. "Get out."
"Whatever, man." She walked out.
I let the tears fall. Yeah, out this house I go.
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Temptation is Killing Me (Beyonce & Kelly)Fanfiction
Kelly learns her best friend and band mate Beyoncé doesn't see her as a sister after all, but is it lust or love? And how will it effect their careers?