Nicki's House
12:34 pm
Los Angeles
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"Yo phone ringing." Nicki shouted standing at the top of the staircase.
"Throw it to me." I held my hands out.
"Fuck that" She jogged down the steps to meet me.
"I woulda caught it." I laughed taking my phone out her hands.
"Yea right." She gave me a smug look before heading back upstairs.
"Wassup stranger." I looked at my phone.
"I told you I've been busy since I just put out a hit record." She smiled.
"I know congrats." I looked at the plaque she showed me on her wall.
"Thank you. How's Chicago? I wanted to stay there but the industry was calling me."
"Ouuiii, about that." I chuckled awkwardly.
"What's wrong, bestie." She frowned.
"Uh, I kinda sorta stayed in L.A after all." I replied walking into the kitchen, sitting on a stool at our island.
"What?" Her mouth was wide open.
"I know and my bad. I shoulda told you." I ran my hands through my hair.
"Fuck you." She waved me off.
"You're still my bestie tho." I smiled.
"Nope, that spots probably taken. What else have you been hiding."
"Nun really." I shrugged.
"What about Chris?" She smirked as I heard shuffling in the background.
"Fuck him." I tapped my hands on the counter.
"Well damn his ass ain't last long." Bey rolled her eyes.
"I kno right." I agreed sighing.
"No, you're going to talk to him by time I fly back up there." She tapped the camera to break me out my thoughts.
"I'll try." I blew out a breath of annoyance.
"No, you will talk to him. Otherwise I'll fly up there right now. You're so damn stubborn." She shook her head.
"No I'm not Beyoncé." I looked at her in frustration.
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