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Beyoncé | October 31st
Manhattan , New York
"What you gon' be for Halloween Bey? 'Cause this party that yo girl is throwing is gon' be off the chain, I promise. You know how Seven get down." Diamonté said, we were going through shit at Goodwill. She said thrifting was the best. I'd never been so here we are.
"I don't know yet, I was thinking I'd be a ghost."
"Bitch now you know damn well you not gon' be no ghost. We got great bodies, let's go as something sexy."
"Seven is not gon' like that very much."
She scoffed. "You think I give a fuck about what Seven will like? No."
Di never really liked Seven and I didn't understand why. She said it was something about a vibe or whatever that meant but I just took it as she doesn't like Seven. That's fine, I didn't have a problem with it, as long as she didn't disrespect her.
"Anyway-"
"Diamonté stop trying to make my girlfriend dress up with you, we're going as a devil and an angel." Seven put her hand in mine and intertwined them. She laid her head on my shoulder. "Isn't that right baby?"
"Shit, I guess it is now. How come I didn't know that though?"
"Because I just saw the idea." She shrugged her shoulders. "But we gotta go somewhere else besides Goodwill. This is not it."
"Bitch shoot yourself." Diamonté mumbled, Seven didn't hear her but I did.
"Is your mom really letting you throw this party Seven? You were just on punishment, what happened to that?" I asked.
"I'm not on punishment anymore idiot."
"Watch your mouth Seven. Like I said, she's letting you throw this party?"
"She's gonna be there, you know she thinks she's the youngest thing walking."
"What is she gonna be?" Diamonté asked. "If she's gonna be there, I wanna see that ass."
"Watch your mouth, that's my mom."
"So you gon' answer my question?" She asked.
"I don't know, why don't you ask her?"
"You won't give me her number, you know I'm gonna get at her."
"I don't need my girlfriend's trying to hit on my mom. That's disgusting."
"Let's go." I blurted out. I was getting tired of talking about her mom.
We went around to 10 stores just to find our costumes and Diamonté was getting tired of us. She found hers almost immediately and she wanted to go home so she could get dressed.
"Are you ready to go home?" Seven asked.
"Nooo, I haven't been complaining about going home for hours. Take me home. Y'all will see me later."
"Okay bitch." I drove Di home and when she got there, I kissed her cheek, waiting for her to go in the house.
Seven got in the front seat and looked at me like I was crazy. "You always kiss her?"
"Please don't start this shit Seven. Just because you don't like her doesn't mean I want her. She's my best friend, you need to relax."
"No you need to relax. I told you I hate that shit, stop kissing her."
"I'm not changing what I do with my best friend that I've known my entire life, for you. We've had this conversation plenty of times. Why do we keep having it?" I asked.
"Because I keep telling you I don't like it and you keep doing it."
"You act like I kissed her on the lips or something. You act like I fucked her or something." I scoffed. I pulled up into her driveway and we sat there.
"Beyoncé stop kissing her on her cheek whenever she leaves you, she's not your bitch."
"And neither are you. You're my woman. Let's not do this Seven. I only want you."
"Slick talk."
I sucked my teeth. "Whatever Seven." I got out of the car and made my way into the house. The door was open and Troop's All I Do Is Think Of You was playing all over the house.
"This is my shit." I said out loud. The music was so loud that I was sure Ms. Maraj couldn't hear me even if she was trying to.
She came from out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, she was drying her hands. She waved at me then waved at Seven who now stood beside me. She walked over to the speaker and turned it down by waving her hand over it. I had never in my life seen no shit like that.
Really I didn't know how to act around Ms. Maraj right now but she was acting like everything was fine. It was like the kiss hadn't even happened. I guess I'll just follow her lead then.
"Hey y'all. Seven can you help me in the kitchen please?"
Seven sucked her teeth but she went anyway. The irritation on Ms. Maraj's face only intensified. I stared at both of their asses as they walked away.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I mumbled to myself.
I walked up the stairs, going into Seven's room. When 10 minutes passed, I decided I'd call Diamonté, see what she was up to.
"What bitch?"
"You must be with Miles. You talking to me crazy."
"He ain't over here yet but he coming."
"Then so will you."
"Akekeke bitch you think you're sooo funny. Me and Miles are never having sex. He's just a friend."
"That you have to tell your mom is gay so he can come up to your room. You be making that boy wear sweater vests and shit just so he can enter."
"Alright but you know how my mom is. I had to lie to her and say you were straight."
"Yeah sure, I'm straight. Fucking niggas in the ass with my monster dick. Okay."
"Beyoncé! I do not need to hear about what you do!"
"I don't do it dummy! I am attracted to girls."
"Correction, women. Speaking of women, you at Seven's house right now?"
"You know I am, we just dropped you off."
"What her mama got on?"
"Faggot. I don't know though, I wasn't really focused on it. I'm more interested in how they're gonna turn this into a party spot in a few hours. It's gon' take a team and I'm not helping."
"You're sick. Help your girlfriends."
"DIAMONTÉ!"
I heard Seven suck her teeth.
"Let me call you back."
"Tell that bitch I said hey back. With her rude ass, I don't know why you go-" I hung up the phone on her before she started going off.
I looked over at Seven. "You still got a attitude or you over it?"
"I'm assuming that was Diamonté so no I'm not over it."
"You jealous of her or something? Like damn, all you wanna talk about is Diamonté. She didn't do nothing to you, why you on her dick?"
"Why you taking her side?!"
"Because there's no reason for there to be sides in the first place. You tryna argue over bullshit. Like for real. You on yo period or something? Shit. Pissing me off."
"Beyoncé... why can't you just see where I'm
coming from?"
"We've had this conversation numerous times. I'm not gon' keep arguing about the same thing. If you keep talking about it, you're gonna be talking to yourself Seven. Seriously."
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I hugged Diamonté as she walked in the house, we stood in the doorway.
"You look good girl." I examined her outfit. She was wearing an angel outfit just like me and I knew she did that shit on purpose. She just wanted to piss Seven off. Now the moment Seven sees her, she's gonna be very angry.
"Yo girl saw me yet?"
"I know you didn't wear this only to make her mad."
"Well... yes. And I look good in it. What her mama got on?"
"You are a perv. She's in the kitchen, you go talk to her."
"She don't know me, what I look like going up to an attorney while a little drunk?"
"I'm a little drunk too bitch plus she likes me. Let's go say hey to her." I grabbed her hand, walking the 2 of us into the kitchen. Seven and Ms. Maraj were standing in there talking, whispering in each other's ears over the music.
When Seven saw us, she sucked her teeth and stormed her way out of the kitchen. Ms. Maraj was wearing basically nothing and I could tell Di liked it a lot.
"I like your outfit Ms. Maraj." She smirked. She walked over to her and they started conversing like old friends or something. Did she know Di? I doubt it.
"Hi Beyoncé." Ms. Maraj waved at me behind Di. She was looking at me with low eyes and she wasn't done drinking. The shot beside her told me that much.
"I'll be back, you'll know where to find me." Di said, she winked at me. "I'm gonna wait for my boy outside."
"Mhm hmm."
I walked over to Ms. Maraj and she took the shot without making a face. "Damn. How you do that?"
"I've been drinking like this since I was your age."
"21 is the legal drinking age." I reminded her.
"Who follows the rules these days?"
"You're right."
"Let me talk to you, I have something to show you." She said.
I didn't hesitate to follow her upstairs to her room. It was so dark in there nobody even noticed the 2 of us go in there.
She shut the door. "Beyoncé what happened the other night was very inappropriate, it can't happen again. For 2 reasons. 1, I am not a lesbian and-" I didn't even listen to the second reason.
"So what you're saying is you don't like pussy?" I asked.
"Uh yes. Did you hear what else I said?"
"I didn't." I unzipped my white pants along with my white briefs and pulled them down. Her eyes fell to my dick immediately. "I don't have one of those Ms. Maraj."
"Goddamn."
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