(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 57: Come & Quad Recording Studios

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

November 30, 1994

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

The girl rolled off my body breathing heavily and automatically fell asleep. She thought she did something but I didn't even nut. Never coming back here again. This shit ain't it. I exhaled and got off the bed. I went to the bathroom to detect any holes, a nigga didn't nut but I'm not trying to catch that shit that niggas dying from. These STD's ain't no joke.

I filled the condom up and water leaked from it. Hell nahh, I gotta get checked out immediately! The hole ain't at the tip but it's still there. I hurried back to the room still getting dressed. I put on my shirt, and rushed out the room while putting on my pants. Why was I rushing? I ain't got a damn clue.

As I stepped foot inside the living room, a loud ass hog-like noise startled me and stopped me from what I was doing. Looking over at the couch, there was a old man asleep. Okay... This bitch told me she lived alone, it must be her father or grandfather. Now I know where she got her snoring from. The Breaking News music from the TV scared me out of my thoughts.

"Breaking News: Gangster rapper; Tupac Shakur was shot today at Quad Recording Studios in New York City." I turned around towards the tv with my ears perked up. Quad? That's where Puffy and them hang at. This probably bullshit, the news always be on bullshit, but I paid attention anyways.

"It is reported that he was shot five times on the way up to his destination. There were also other rappers at the studio at the time of the incident. Those rappers were Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls. It was reported that they were unaware of the incident. At this time we have no further information about the shooting. Back to you Tom." The news reporter reported.

This can't be true. I buckled up my pants, put my shoes on, grabbed my keys and rushed out of the house. I did all that without trying to wake up the old guy on the couch sleeping. This ain't the time to fight somebody's grandpa. My car was parked across the street because I was too lazy to turn around.

I hopped in and turned it on, warming it up. While it was warming up, decided to call Pac but he didn't answer. I called him again but to no avail, so I put the phone down waiting for my car to warm up. I picked up my phone about to call Dalvin, but he started calling me.

"What's up?" I said into the speaker. "I was just about to call you."

"Pac was shot!" Dalvin spoke loudly into the phone.

"That shit was true?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah nigga, I was there!" Dalvin yelled into the phone.

"You was there- You good!? You ain't get hurt or nothin', did you? You saw how they looked?" I asked him. "On my fucking soul if somebody shot my brother I'm killin' somebo-"

"Calm down nigga, I'm good. You hear me talking regular. I wasn't at the scene but I was outside in my car, on my way in, and saw some suspesious lookin' dudes run out of the building. When I went up there, the elevator wasn't workin' so I went up the stairs and it looked like a murda scene except nobody was dead as far as I know. Pac got bullet shots goin' all through his body. People crazy as hell man." I could practically hear Dalvin's head shake as he spoke. He was talking a mile a minute and barely got to take in the news.