Jada Pinkett and Tupac Shakur have been friends for a little over a decade. They are always there for each other and they are always with each other throughout their individual challenges, but of course what happens when their friendship progresses...
"Liyah?" Pac said as his ex gave him a warm smile while leaning against the door frame, ignoring Jada with ease.
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She shifted her weight to her other leg, and shuffled herself over to his bed. The bright light shone against her face, she let her hand lay against his cheek, "Hey Pac." Their eyes locked immediately, he was in awe, like he was in love all over again. Jada looked at the two with the hardest mug. She got out of the bed and quickly made an escape for the door. Pac didn't notice.
"What are you doing here?" Tupac asked Aaliyah.
With her palm still on the outside of his cheek, "I heard what happened. What kind of woman would I be if I didn't come to check on my favorite ex?" She flashed a smirk. She knew she was toxic. "How are you feeling babe?"
"I mean everything hurts, but Jada has been helping me out."
Aaliyah furrowed her defined eyebrows and took the seat next to the bed, "Can't believe she's still around."
"Liyah don't start."
"What? I'm just saying."
Tupac glared at her, but then started to admire. He didn't know if he had missed her or not, but he enjoyed having her here.
"What Pac?" She smiled at the ground, "You've missed me?"
"Nah." Yes.
"Oh don't be so hard to get."
Tupac smacked his lips, "Ain't you still with the nigga you dipped on me for?"
She chuckled slightly, "Me and Dame aren't good now. He's upset because I wanted to check on you."
"Of course. What can I say? I'm cut like that."
She laughed softly again, "Yeah. You are."
Tupac licked his lips as he looked at her breasts. "You cover me up yet?"
Aaliyah looked towards the door which was halfway closed, she lifted up her shirt slightly, her Tupac Amaru tattoo flashed under her left boob, "Now why would I cover you up? This my favorite tat." Yeah. They were that serious. "Because you be acting brand new. Besides you told me you were going to in one of our arguments."
"Which argument?"
"The argument where you threw your brush at me. I should've jawed you. You lucky I respect the women around me."
