Crush

Two

Megan stood up, brushing the comment off before turning to face Beyoncé.

"Anyways, you need to crack the eggs"

Beyoncé nodded cracking an egg into the bowl.

"What the hell are you doing?" Megan asked watching about half the egg shell fall into the bowl and most of the egg land in Beyoncé's hands. "Are you crazy?"

"Huh? What?" Beyoncé asked. She'd never done this before but she thought that would be simple.

Megan's brows knitted together. "There's no way you don't even know how to crack an egg. Were you raised by wolves?"

Beyoncé looked up at her, wide eyed and confused. "What'd I do?"

"You want crunchy pancakes?" She looked down at the eggshell filled bowl.

"Oh? It doesn't like dissolve or something?" Beyoncé asked genuinely lost.

Megan looked at Beyoncé like she had never looked at her before. Was her best friend stupid? How has she gotten through so many years of life like this? It was like the lights were on but nobody was home. And the person home thought that eggshells dissolved.

Beyoncé tilted her head reminding Megan she had actually asked a question - an insane question but a question nonetheless. "Ask google, I'm not doing this with you" Megan replied grabbing another bowl. Beyoncé was doing the washing up.

The shorter woman actually picked up her phone to type in her question as Megan started to make the pancakes. She learned a lot about what eggshells were made of and how much weight they could hold before she put her phone away and decided to try and learn something.

Beyoncé sat on the kitchen island and watched Megan crack the eggs, add butter and flour, and all the things needed to make them breakfast. It was like science and Beyoncé was almost entranced by the woman. She watched Megan concentrate, whisking the mixture until it made a squishy sound. Then Megan walked to find a pan, the muscles in her legs flexing as she moved.

She felt Beyoncé's eyes on her as she reached up. She quickly turned around, flipping her hair over her shoulder causing Beyoncé's breath to catch. Fuck, Megan made eye contact with the shorter girl.

"I- I wanna see how you make them"

"Mmhm" Megan replied

Beyoncé gulped. She didn't stand a chance. Megan's confidence was only the cherry on top.

At that moment Solange appeared at the door. She looked to see that Beyoncé was okay before letting them know that she was leaving. "See y'all later, I'm going to my friends."

"Bye solo"
"Bye Solange"

"No scissoring in the kitchen." She said running before the egg Beyoncé hurled at her could hit her.

Megan chuckled. She didn't know why Solange loved that stupid joke so much. They weren't fucking, and if they were they'd do it wherever they pleased.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes glancing back at Megan who didn't seem to be bothered at all. If only Megan knew how she felt... But to Megan, Beyoncé was just a joke.

She sighed, her sadness returning in a wave. Megan had come over with flowers and was making her pancakes, and she couldn't be happy because she wanted it to mean something. She hated herself for not being grateful for the friendship. But it hurt that all it is was friendship.

She wanted so much more with Meg. She had the biggest crush on her and she didn't want to continue to deny it.

"Bey," Megan said snapping her out of her thoughts. "What's wrong? You look sad."