High, high, high above the sky.
Imma win, win, win cuz I'm so fly.
Floatin' on anotha' level,
You can't catch me now.
Check my resume, check my sales,
Check my rings, Roli watches, custom Benz, and spins.
Da Grammys on my wall dust all y'all
We da best, that's why we high
Higher than the rest, we could nine

"You look fly, I look fly, we all look fly!" Tennille said as they posed for selfies in their hotel suite they were sharing. "Ain't nobody else gonna be flyer than us tonight, boo boo."

"All those hot celebrities, with the nips, tucks, million-dollar dresses, and a whole-body squad? We're just here to be background, and I'm okay with that."

"Kitty! You are Kitty Kelly engaged to the most nominated negro up in there tonight. And hell, I'm Tennille Kelly, bitches better recognize."

Icee and TA were meeting them at their hotel room. Her outfit was different this year. Instead of a regular dress, she wore a fitted emerald green bodysuit with a long train attached to the back that gave the illusion it was a dress from the back. From the front, she was showing all her legs. Instead of the fro out and wild, her stylist tamed it back in a big puff. She wore simple jewelry, only her rock on her finger and diamond earrings.

Icee had not seen her outfit, he wanted to be surprised, except she told him her color so he could coordinate. When he came in and saw her he smiled.

"Looking green like my money," he said, grabbing her in his arms. "You look damn sexy."

He hungrily kissed her so hard she had to catch her breath when he was done.

"Boy, you're going to mess up my lip stain," she said, wiping lipstick from his lips.

"You don't even need all that, Imma kiss on them lips all night long," he said kissing her again. "I missed you so much, babe. Don't leave my side tonight."

"Imma need y'all to cool that shit all the way down," Tennille said.

"Naw babe, we gone do it up like that too," TA said, trying to kiss Tennille, but she held her hand up to his face.

"Naw bruh, hold up. No kissy face for me. Here," she said, holding out her hand to him. "Kiss right there playa. Maybe tonight if you lucky, you can kiss some other parts of my body."

"Umm, NiNi, stop," Kitty said to her sister.

"Them two are in their own limo," Icee said. "I don't even wanna know what freaky shit they gonna get into."

"We're walking in with two fly Kelly girls, all the fellas gone hate," TA said, kissing all over Tennille's hand and up her arm.

"Oh, here babe, your gift," Icee said, pulling out a small box.

"Didn't I tell you-"

"Babe, I already bought it before you said...I don't do refunds, ma. So you gonna wear this tonight?"

She opened the box and it was a gorgeous diamond bracelet with a "K" charm on it.

"I love it!"

"I know my woman," he said, putting it on her.

"Yo Tennille, want me to ice you out?" TA asked.

"A girl never says no to diamonds."

They made it to the two limos waiting downstairs. Kitty and Icee were with Michelle and T-Zack again. TA and Tennille were with Freezy and AKA. The whole way there Icee kept kissing Kitty and cuddling on her.

"You're feeling okay?" she asked, rubbing his forehead. "You're acting extra clingy today. Nervous about the awards? Performing?"

"No baby, I have you here, I'm good," he said, giving her another kiss. "I need you."

"I'm right here."

He snuggled against her neck, planting a kiss there. "I know. I mean...I need you...in my life. Like, never leave me, Kitty."

She rubbed his cheek. "You're in your feelings about something? You're nervous about tonight. All the nominations. A record for you. You can make history tonight, you know, you win new artist of the year."

"I ain't even a new artist, I been at this for years."

"Newly solo, new category, you might as well be new to this."

He looked up at her and tilted his head and grinned at her. "Let me guess, you think Imma win that? Bet you think I'mma sweep it all huh?"

"Thirteen noms, but you can only win twelve of those since you're nominated twice in one. Hmmm, I predict...nine."

Icee played shocked. "You don't believe in me anymore?"

"I do! Except Tempo is nominated against you in all the four RnB categories...he's been dominating that category since he hit."

"Yeah, well, competition is nice for old big head boy. I won't be mad if he gets it instead of me. That's my boy."

They made it to the Staples Center and Kitty remembered the rush from last year. She felt it again this year, but it was not as bad. She was ready to be there and let Icee have his moment. Step aside when they only wanted Icee on the red carpet, and be there by his side when he wanted her there.

"Kitty, you look like a pro at this now," Michelle said to her.

"Is that ever the case?"

"Not for me. But I ain't in it like you've been in it for the last year. I'm a stay at home mom, nobody even knows I exist, except they know Zack got a wife they sometimes see. Girl, you running K-Style Fashions and your face and your sisters have been plastered everywhere. You ain't just anybody."

True, that made her different from Michelle. Still, this was not her thing, this was Icee's thing. They walked the red carpet, he gave interviews, he took pictures with and without her. She chatted a bit with some of the paparazzi because they wanted details of the wedding. She was not giving out anything to anybody. You either were invited or you were not.

"Kitty, when I said I want you by my side, I want you by my side, in every picture. This shit is crazy. We in this together," he said. "You part of this album, even though yo ass didn't want to sing on it."

"They don't want little ole me," she said, but still posed as hundreds of cameras snapped their picture.

"It ain't about what they want, you my wife, this yo spot right here."

"Almost your wife."

"Yeah, whatever," he said.

Tennille was loving the attention of course. Her first single was out a month ago, "Get Me, Get Me" and was doing well. Came outnumber nineteen in its first week and moved up to eleven. How she saw it, she was number one. Her first Grammys and although not even close to getting a nomination, she acted like she was Beyonce with everyone. TA was eating it up.

"Sis, you gotta tell me how all this works. Where we sitting and everything? Am I gonna meet some other hot celebrities. What Quavo doing? He still with what's her name? And Breezy, Imma get him in my video and we gonna dance-"

"NiNi, you with a whole date, you might not want to ignore him."

They were trying to make their way to their seats but Fact Iz was getting stopped every step they took.

"Uh, he cute, but damn, I'on know if I like him like that."

"Stop leading that boy on then."

"Well, well, well, look who we have here."

Kitty knew that voice and she did not want to acknowledge it. She was looking too fly to get into it with this woman.

"Oh my God! Bonnie Walker! I love you so much! I used to have your posters up in my room when I was a little kid. I used to pose like you and wanna be like you." Tennille was gushing over this woman and Kitty was not here for it.

"Oh, look at you," Bonnie said to Tennille, looking her over. "Another wannabe."

"Excuse me, what did you say about my sister?" Kitty stepped closer to her, ready to pounce.

"Babe," Icee said, at her side, trying to pull her away.

"Oh, sister," Bonnie said. "That explains it all. Icee, is it true what they say, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice?"

"Bitch, hold all the fuck up!" Tennille said, losing her composure. "I will snatch all that hair outta yo head, I ain't the one."

"Oh, this is all mine," Bonnie said, whipping her waist-length hair around, "Unlike yours...and much better than that nappy shit on that one's head."

Kitty saw red, and it was blood. Bonnie Walker's, and it was going to be everywhere in a minute.

"Bonnie, chill girl, you can't be disrespecting my wife and my fam like that," Icee said, holding Tennille back who was about to swing on her.

"She way outta line Ice, you need to check her ass, before I do," AKA said, who was near. "Come on Kitty, you looking like you 'bout to pop off, and here is not the place."

Kitty walked off with AKA but Tennille stayed behind with Icee and Bonnie. She hoped her sister did not do anything crazy.

"Kit, I know you don't pop off like that, but I do and she needs a foot up her ass. She still pressing up on my cuzzo and that shit ain't cool. You damn near his wife and bitch acting real thirsty," AKA said.

"I'll be okay, just needed to get away from her."

"I got you. Fam gonna take care of fam. And why is she dissing lil sister too? Ooooh! Bet not let me see her somewhere alone in L.A."

"Don't do anything stupid Akura."

"Yes, mommy."

They found their seats and they were in the front row this year. That made Kitty nervous. That meant she would definitely be seen on TV.

"I may need to powder my nose again."

"Aaa, my girl!" Ginger rushed over to her and gave her a big hug. "I can't believe you missed all the parties this week. That's okay, more to come after this."

"Gin, got crunk last night," AKA said.

"Didn't we all." Ginger sat next to Kitty, then looked around. "Where the rest of the Facts?"

"Yo Ice had to deal with that statue of liberty ass girl," AKA said. Kitty busts out laughing.

"The Legendary Bonnie Walker of course," Ginger said. "Man, she needs to be canceled."

"Girls, I do not want to give her another second of my time. Tonight is about the Facts, and Icee, and you Ginger, getting your first nomination as a solo artist. Wow!"

"I mean, I won enough, I'm good. I make music now for me, not to win an award."

"Bitch get outta here, you know you want that shit," AKA stated.

"Hell yeah!" she said with a smile.

"Ladies."

Kitty looked up to see Tempo standing in front of them.

"Zup player," AKA said, hugging him.

"Hey Tempo," she said, hugging him as well. She met him at her birthday party and he was cool.

Ginger did not get up and hug him.

"Oh Gin, it's like that?"

"Hey boy."

"Girl, get over here and give me a hug," he said, pulling her up and wrapping his arms around her.

Tempo was the man in RnB right now. Fourth album, all number ones. Multi-platinum sales, award-winning videos, he put on the livest shows because he did what Icee did not. He danced and was good at it. He wore his hair in a low box, was honey-colored with pretty deep-set eyes, and a goatee. The man was hot.

"Dang Tempo, we're not cool like that anymore," Ginger said and sat back down.

"I want you to win this though baby, even if that means I don't win it." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, stood up, smiled at her, and walked away.

Kitty looked at Ginger blushing. "Girl, what did that hottie just say to you?"

"Huh? Nothing. I ain't checking for Tem, I told you, he basically wifed up. We good. Friends."

"You know she lying, right," AKA said.

"Yes."

Fact Iz finally made their way to their seats. Her sister seemed to be all in one piece and back to looking like a superstar.

"Kit, you good?" Icee asked, kissing her cheek.

"I'm fine."

He leaned close to her ear. "I told Bonnie to stay away from you."

She side-eyed him. "But did you tell her to stay away from you?"

A/N: Shoutout to @oncetheywrite I need somebody to check Bonnie real quick! She doing way too much. The colorism is real in her. I didn't want to go there with her but since we all hate her anyway, I added that. They would be canceling the Grammys because I'm going HAM on her.

Again, Icee? What the hell?