I just laid down on my bed throwing the tennis ball I had in my hand up and down. My knees were up for better control while my goal was to just lightly hit the ceiling and catch the ball again once it came back down. I was starting to get bored of Houston. Been here for way too long. If I had money I would travel around the world. Visit places and take pictures to reminisce once I'm older and look back at the pictures. I would buy a really good camera with good quality so that the pictures would be crystal clear for my eyes to see. Speaking of cameras, it reminded me of Bey.
She would always have a damn camera in my face snapping away pictures blinding me as much as he could. I would ask her why she takes so many pictures, even the most randomest things and she'll just reply with, "memories."
Was I copying her? Of course not. It's called inspiration. Plus she ain't the damn creator or founder of taking pictures with cameras for memories. Literally everyone does that shit. She ain't special.
She had left Houston during the winter of my freshmen year in high school to pursue her dream of being in L.A and working on her music career. We kept in contact and would text and face time a lot till it started getting dryer from her side. She also took longer and longer to reply each time. I felt abandoned and ignored. She had probably gotten the fame and all that extra shit she wanted and so of course she forgets the people behind her. So I barely texted her also. Matched her energy.
I continued playing with the ball till my arms were tired and this time I threw it in a weird angle making the ball drop away from me and roll over towards the door.
Too lazy to get that shit. I rolled over on my side grabbing my phone to check the time when I heard the door slightly open. Putting my phone down quickly I pretended to be asleep in case my mom wanted me to come down in order to help her or something. My body was way too tired from playing basketball with some random kids at the court. If I stay still long enough she'll leave.
Soon I felt something small hitting the side of my head near my eye. I let out an ow placing both hands on the area trying to soothe it. Rolling over to look at my mom- it wasn't even my mom. Beyoncé quickly ran over to me jumping on my body. She then got up continuing to jump up and down on my bed making my body bounce out of control.
"WAKE UP Y/N WAKE UP! WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" She continued jumping and laughing as if some was real funny. I just stared at her in shock for a bit till I felt her finally come down and hug me.
Her head cradled into my neck till I felt her start to sniff around.
"Ew why the fuck do you stink so bad," She said scrunching up her nose and scooting away from me.
I kept looking at her seeing some slight differences when my eyes went down to her breasts to see that they were a little fuller than the last time I had seen her which was years ago. She looked like a woman now. Her body was fuller too with her hips sticking out and the small waist and thick thighs. She had always had a really nice body and now that she was older, she became even more thick filling out the spaces. Her blonde curls were still on her head like usual, set free.
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