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Tupac
Time: Summer 1994
Your POV
I was waiting in the club with my brother and we were waiting for some friend of his. I mindlessly watched people dance around intoxicated. Some where sniffing that bugga suga and some where just smoking weed. I was just minding my business. An entourage came up to my brother and they began hugging and dapping up. I saw one look at me from the corner of his eye, but I ignored it.
"What's up, 2?" my brother asked the one that was standing in front of me.
"Nothing, man. Been chilling. What about you?" he asked as he lit a blunt.
"Same, just making music," my brother replied.
"Oh, shit. I'm rude as fuck. This is my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Tupac. I know y'all met before, but just in case you forgot each other's name," my brother said reintroducing us to each other.
"What's up, cutie?" Tupac said and I just looked at him before turning head to look at the crowd.
"Don't take it personally. She doesn't talk much," my brother told him and he nodded still looking at me.
"No, definitely take it personally. I'm gonna go home. Don't do shit stupid. I don't wanna have to come back out here," I said sternly to my brother.
"Okay, sis. I love you," he said before hugging me.
"I love you," I told him and hugged back. One of the security guards walked me out to my car. I got in, started it up and drove off. Thirty minutes go by and I get a call on my cell phone. I answered it turning down my radio.
"Yo, your brother was shot. He good, but they taking him to the hospital," I heard Tupac say into the phone.
"What happened?" I asked making an illegal u-turn.
"Some goofy nigga can up talking shit and they started fight. One of the niggas friend pulled the trigger and your brother got hi," he replied.
"What hospital?"
"Going to the one that's closest to the club," he said and I groaned hanging up the phone. I sped back over that way and rushed into the hospital.
"Where is Jaylen Y/L/N?" I asked frantically.
"Sweetie, he's in surgery. Go sit in the waiting area and I'll call you when you can see him," she said softly and I nodded. I quietly sat in a chair and wiped away my tears. Tupac was sitting across from me with his gaze locked on me.
"You alright?" he asked softly and I ignored him.
"Y/N-"
"None of this would've happened if you never had showed up," I told him.
