The Slumber Party Queen: A y/n and Beyoncé story

"Where are we going?" Beyoncé asked, oversized sunglasses on, hoodie up, and sneakers laced.

YN just smirked, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on Beyoncé's thigh. "Somewhere I used to go when I needed to breathe."

They had touched down in YN's hometown earlier that day. No press. No paparazzi. Beyoncé hadn't been here before—not like this. Not in a borrowed hoodie and thrift store shades. Not tucked inside the passenger seat of a slightly dusty Chevy Impala with a pine tree air freshener swinging from the mirror.

But she wasn't complaining.

Something about being with YN made everything feel grounded.

Alive.

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They pulled up to an old corner store. One of those little spots that hadn't changed in 20 years. Paint chipping. Bells on the door. The whole place smelled like incense, old candy, and memories.

"Come on," YN grinned, hopping out and opening Bey's door like it was second nature.

They walked in together, fingers laced, and Beyoncé was hit with the scent of BBQ chips and pickle juice.

"YN!" the old man behind the counter called out. "I see you brought trouble with you this time."

"Mr. Reggie, don't start," YN laughed, grabbing two sodas and a bag of hot fries. "This is my girl."

Beyoncé's brows lifted. She liked that. My girl.

Mr. Reggie leaned over the counter. "You the singer?"

Beyoncé smiled. "That's me."

"Well... treat her right. That one's got a good heart."

"She's already got mine," Beyoncé said without thinking, looking straight at YN.

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They ended up at a small park with a broken swing set and a view of the city skyline in the distance. Beyoncé sat on the hood of the car, hot fries in hand, laughing at how serious YN got about the rules of spades.

"I just feel like if you renege, you shouldn't be allowed back at the table—"

"You really from the South," Beyoncé teased.

YN smiled. "I just wanted you to see a piece of me. No stage. No lights. Just this."

Beyoncé scooted closer, resting her head on YN's shoulder. "I like this. I like you."

YN looked down at her. "Good. Cause this ain't temporary."

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As the sun set behind them, casting gold across the skyline, Beyoncé closed her eyes and whispered, "This feels like forever."

YN kissed the top of her head. "That's the plan."