Behind Closed Doors

XX

Beyonces Pov

We were back at school and I was worried the kiss was going to cause Onika to over think to the point where she ignores me but—no.

She still sits next to me infact I think we're closer. And she still lets me hold her hand. I really want her to be my girlfriend but I don't want to put any pressure on her.

I decided I was going to back off for a week but knowing her she was going to think I was avoiding her and get into her own head. I decided to just play the friend card for a whole 2 almost 3 weeks and now I'm kind of sick of it.

We haven't kissed since Halloween night, and every-time she talks now my eyes are directed to her lips and I feel like a perv.

"Wait let me get this straight." Robyn saids plopping on my bed. "You—you actually grew the balls to confess?" I rolled my eyes. She sure did have a way with words.

"Yes I did—"I was cut off.

"Then why are you here—in your room—talking to your little sister and bestfriend about her in your superman pajamas—" Solange rants and Robyn cuts her off.

"Which are quite funny looking If I may add." Robyn steps in and Solo continues

"And y'all aren't smacking coochies?" Solange asked sitting next to Robyn with the same expression on her face.

I swear, she's a mini version of Robyn.

"No we aren't! We haven't really talked about it since—she still lets me hold her hand and we've been normal but—"

"Y'all hold hands?  Like regularly? What did I miss?" Robyn asked getting up in surprise.

"Well yeah and in the closet at the haunted house that's where the kiss—"

"Y'all was slapping tongues while I was being chased by ghost face?!" Robyn asked sitting up fully. Solange cut in.

"Nah nah we ain't gonna focus on that right now—what we gonna focus on is the fact that you actually confessed and she ain't your girl? Your invisible balls are shriving up as we speak." Solange stated.

"Solo cup has a point." My dad said peeking in and I shut my door because I refuse to have him get on my ass for this too.

"Shut your trifling asses for five seconds and let me explain! I don't want her to feel pressured. Just because we like each other doesn't mean she's comfortable with dating me and then there's a whole 'nother barrier with me being out and her—well not." I stated in frustration.

I sat in the middle of them with my head in my hands.

"You think I don't want her to be my girlfriend? That's what I've wanted since day 1." I groaned in frustration and I heard their sympathetic sighs.

"Beyoncé let me give you some hardcore advice—

"If you say niggas ain't shit I'm going to slap you because technically even though her and I are both black Im always referred to as the nigga in question." I gritted out looking at Robyn.

"No no—I'm saying is that you have to take risks. Make it clear—you want to date her. I know you stuttering in that closet—which is ironic ass hell by the way—probably went over her head." She said and that did make sense.

"So what do I do?" I asked and I watched them share a look.

"Man up dumbass." Solange said bluntly.

"Man up? Ya know what—I have no balls! I cant do that! I know you say I dress like a nigga but ain't no balls in these draws!"

"You have no balls because you can't man up."