“Where the fuck are you going?” Trey barked as he followed her down the stairs.
“Don’t worry about me Tremaine. I’m a grown ass woman. I’m good.” Kelly’s voice was cold as she continued heading to the front door.
She was using his first name, which meant one of the two things: she was pissed, or he was seriously laying it down. Clearly, it was the former because not even Trey’s skilled tongue, or slow sensual strokes could make her anger subside.
“You’re not leaving, Kelendria.” If she wanted to play the name game, he would gladly oblige. Grabbing her wrist, he turned her around, stopping her in her tracks so she could face him. If looks could kill, Trey would be six feet under from the glare she was sending his way. Attitude radiated from her as her jaw clenched and she placed her free hand on her hip. Darting her eyes down to her wrist Trey stared at Kelly for a few seconds before releasing his grip on her.
Silence engulfed the two as they stood in the foyer of Trey’s home. He knew why she was mad, but he didn’t quite understand why. They had been having a good time together and in the blink of an eye everything changed and they were arguing about marriage. Kelly was dead set on getting married, which wasn’t a problem for Trey. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to change Kelly’s last name to Neverson he just wanted to wait a little longer. However, Kelly was on a completely different page in another book.
*it is the year 2001, and destiny’s child has just arrived on the red carpet at the mtv video music awards*
“wow, beyonce, can you believe we’re on the red carpet at the mtv video music awards?”
“i know, michelle, this is such a dream come - hold up, who is that?”
“who is who?”
“um, boy over there? thick glasses? electric guitar? red jacket? skin glowing like an uncooked chicken breast? like a bowl of raw pasta? like a brand new, never-opened jar of artisan mayo-”
“ok bey you wanna nail the white boy we get it”
“honestly kelendria??? honestly can you just let me live for like five seconds”
“no bey i can’t because we’re here to collect trophies not to hook you up with the human equivalent of mashed potatoes”
“shut up kelly. anyway, beyonce, he’s in this band called weezer, i think his name’s, like, ocean, or something, and - OOH GIRL HE SAW YOU LOOKIN!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S STARING DOWN AT THE FLOOR HE’S BLUSHING GIRL YOU BETTER GO SAY HI THIS IS YOUR SHOT”
“stop ENCOURAGING her, michelle”
“you know what? he can come to me, actually. he sees me lookin’. he knows what i want. that tasty lil piece of cheescake can make the first move.”
*kelly and michelle exchange surprised glances*
“wow… bey… that’s quite mature of yo-”
“ahahahahaha nahhhh i’m just kidding HEYYYYYYY BUDDY HOLLY HOW YOU DOIN BOY”