Beyoncé and Kelly One Shots

Hate To Love You

EXCUSE ERRORS...

Beyoncé

"Bey look." My friend, Michelle, says.

"What?" I ask, sighing.

"The new girl." I turn my head. Slim, but thick, nice teeth, pretty eyes, darkskin, button nose, sexy wal-wait what? I'm strictly dickly.

"Cool."

"Don't act like you weren't just checking her out."

"I can't act like what I was never doing."

"I saw you bite your lip, Beyoncé." I blush and shake my head.

"Not because of her. I'm straight." I say, smirking.

"Yea till she comes and asks to sit on your face." She says, sticking her tongue out.

"I'd think you'd want to sit on my face you undercover gay." I say, smirking.

"That...is a lie." She says, blushing a bit.

"No cuz you blushed baby girl." I look at her.

"No I didn't." She whispers, pressing her lips together.

"Yes you did." I smirk, sitting next to her. I lean in to her and she gasps.

"What are you doing?" She moves back.

"What you want me to do." I say, pecking her lips, slowly. She sighs in pleasure and pushes me back.

"I didn't want you to do that." She says, clearing her throat.

"Yes you did cuz if I do it again, you'd kiss me back."

"Beyoncé, I'm straight." Michelle says.

"So am I. I just wanted to prove my point."

"Hi. Can I sit here?" The girl asks.

"Sure." Michelle says, winking at me. She sits right beside me and puts her hair behind her ear.

"I'm Kelendria but you can call me Kelly."

"I'm Beyoncé... and that's Michelle." I say, pointing at her.

"It's nice to meet you." I say, smiling a bit.

"It's okay if she acts weird, she likes you." I glare at Michelle.

"No I don't. Stop saying that. I'm straight." I say, sighing.

"She's an overdramatic, undercover gay, church goer."

"Well...I am gay." I look at her.

"Cool." I say, grinning.

"I hope we can be great friends."

"Us too."

2 Years Later...

Kelly

"Bey lets go." I pull her arm. We walk to class.

"Bye babe." She says, holding on to her boyfriend's hand.

"Bye babe." I mock, rolling my eyes.

"Jealous much?"

"No." I shrug.

"Yes you are." Bey smirks and pecks my cheek. I blush. She always does this and my reaction is always the same. Her phone flies out of her hand and in front of me.

"I got it." I say.

"It's fine." She bends down and picks it up. I bite my lip but change my face when she comes back up.