Mystery's POV
"Yo B-I-G, what's up nigga! I thought you was gon' be gone all day?" He asks.
Tupac Shakur as Himself
"I was, but the fuck is all my shit doing out here?" Chris asks, looking at all the boxes that are full of his stuff.
"Oh, well I had got this role in a movie, and I needed some space to go over the script with some of the other crew members. We are done now and we're about to put all the boxes back in the room." He explains, but as he was talking, I couldn't help but stare at his face and immaculate physique.
I mean... I know it's rude, but a baggy Karl Kani sweatsuit and workman's boots together are pretty striking.
Y'all see what I mean?
Chris nods his head, grabs my arm, takes me inside, and sits me on the couch.
"Damn Big, is the girl blind or something?" I roll my eyes at his remark, "For your information, I'm not blind, I'm far from it actually." I correct him.
"Smartass," He mutters.
I smirk a little, "so what movie are you doing?" I ask.
"Juice." He answers but does not answer my question.
He can tell by my facial tone I wasn't pleased. "Four Harlem friends do minor crimes, but they decide to go big by robbing a convenience store. Bishop, my character, has the gun. Eventually, Bishop gets hooked to the gun and was willing to do anything to anybody who got in his way as far as trying to take to the gun or he feels that the other three are useless."
I was a little speechless, especially at the "willingness to do anything to anybody", but I know for a fact I'd watch it. "Sounds interesting."
"Shit I know. Acting has been one of my passions since I was a kid, and rapping, of course." He smiles, knowing I want to know more about him.
"You can rap? Spit a bar."
"I ain't got to, just listen," He takes a CD off a table that had a CD player on it and inserts it.
"Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say "niggas" it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me
It means, "Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplishes", nigga
Niggas what are we going to do?
Walk blind into a line or fight?
Fight and die if we must, die
Like niggas"
He stops the song there, "Whatcha think?"
"Damn.. you quickly prove you can rap. And I love how you use music to express your feelings on the problems in this world."
He looked at me jubilantly, "Thank-"
"Pac, I gotta leave for a little while. Mystery, you cool here until I get back?" Christopher asks, although cutting Pac off, he just shrugged it off.
"Yeah," I respond.
"Good. I'ma see y'all later." He says, walking out of the apartment room. We hear him start up his car and drive away.
"As I was saying, thank you. And I'ma remember that 'change the world' thing." He chuckles and sits next to me.
"Alright, but I was serious about that part. Your lyricism speaks volumes. I haven't ever heard a rapper do this stuff like you before." I compliment him.
His eyes and mine come in contact with each other, and for a minute we couldn't say anything to one another.
"Well babygirl, the streets motivate me." Why did that just turn me on?
"I understand. It's rough out on these streets, especially in the conditions Compton is in."
He slowly puts his hand on my thigh and starts rubbing it. "Hey, you aren't wrong. You know what, I might've underestimated you when I first saw you."
He moves his hand closer to my entrance, "What did you think about me before?"
"Thought you were some stuck-up, bougie bitch." He starts to unbutton my pants, are we finna do this?
"Oh really?" So he got any condoms?
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Omniscient
"Chris... we gotta get married."
"Girl what? What do you mean 'get married'?"
"Exactly what I said, we have to get married. I mean you stayed additional days in Compton just for me, you were willing to show up at Tiana's apartment just for me, and we've dated before. We know each other well enough."
"But getting married? Don't you think that's to-"
"No, Chris, we're ready."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Alright then, let's get married!"
Mystery's POV
August 31, 1991
"And if there's anyone, who disagrees with this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." The reverend says, and everyone says nothing.
I was very nervous beforehand, but the presence of my mother and, can't believe I'm saying this, but my father also, comforted me a lot.
Chris's mother, Voletta, approved of me very much.
"Christopher Wallace, do you take Mystery Youn to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The reverend asks.
"I do." He answers, staring into my eyes.
"Mystery Young, do you take Christopher Wallace to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," I say as Tyrese starts making the most dramatic crying noises ever heard.
"Shut up, fool," Armani mutters to him.
"What? I all of a sudden can't cry?" He retorts. Everyone can tell Armani is slowly becoming more and more furious with Tyrese. "Tyrese, if I have to tell you again to shut up-"
"Would y'all stop!" Tiana mumbles to both of them. They both look at her as if she is crazy.
Mama and Daddy give all three of them a stare before the Rev. continues.
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the Bride," Chris pulls up the veil on my head, and gave me the most magical kiss I've ever experienced from anyone.
I'm married.
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FanfictionAlleged STDs, Crushes, Heartbreaks, & a whole lot of more shit Mystery had to go through. From her naive years as a teenager to her more developed years as an adult, she goes through torture and back-and it only gets worse. All rights reserved to @t...
