One Shots w/ Bey

Girl Next Door (Part 5)

Y/n P.O.V

"Fuck off!" I yelled out as my neighbor's kids from the right side were throwing rocks and other random shit onto our backyard. They were lucky I was held back by the ankle monitor but once I would be let loose, then they would be fucked up. I promised myself that. "I will fuck y'all up I swear to god!"

The kids were giggling hiding behind the fences that protected them from being seen. I could tell that they were waiting out for me to calm down so that they could then throw even larger rocks and other trashy items onto our backyard because as little stupid kids, they somehow found it hilarious to do so.

I was tempted to just risk the ankle monitor beeping and going over the fence to show a lesson to those shitty kids but somehow still did my best to keep my temper down.

The neighbor's kids and I had always butted heads with them being kids and I was not about to accept that as an excuse to their behavior. Now that I had an ankle monitor, they were sure to take advantage of it.

They continued their trashing of our backyard to which finally ticked me off enough to the point of actually losing all senses and lunging towards only to be pulled back by a hand on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't do that," The voice spoke out and I shrugged off the hand looking back to see Beyoncé.

I smacked my lips annoyed that she had just stopped me but if were being honest it's a good thing she did that.

"Do they always do this?" She asked looking towards the random objects flying onto our backyard.

"Well they tried it once but I threatened them and they stopped but it's clear to see that they're aware of my ankle monitor and taking full advantage of it now."

"Why can't you just tell their parents?"

I rolled my eyes thinking of their parents. Them kids were fucked up because of their parents. The apples didn't fall far from the tree.

"Tried it once, trust me, it don't work with them either which is why I take matters into my own hands."

"Oh... then what should we do?"

"Well I can't do anything because I'm locked up Beyoncé." I said hoping she would catch onto my sarcasm.

She scrunched her face up and I knew that she had indeed caught it, "Okay, jeez. Umm... I can probably go and talk to them."

I let out a chuckle at her already failed attempt of trying to resolve the situation. She was so naive and innocent it really made me wonder how she had come this far in life; no offense to her of course. Wanting to actually see it happen courtesy to my amusement, I nodded my head pretending as if it would actually be a good idea. Encouraging her to go there, she went.

Standing back, I watched as she walked over to the fence to get closer to the kids and I could see her talking to them through the pretty nice sized crack in the fence.

Standing closer to the house I couldn't really tell what they were talking about but eventually Beyoncé came walking back with a not so good look on her face. In fact, she had tears in her eyes.

"What happened?" I asked her curious from the altercation between those kids and her. "You good?"

She crossed her arms hugging herself and letting herself cry it out and I could only stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"Look I know those kids can say some mean shit alright? Don't let it get to your head."

She continued to look down at the ground as her hair created a curtain shielding her away from the outside world. Some serious things must've been said if she was reacting to it like this but then it's also her we're talking about. Someone who's overly sensitive and will cry over anything.