▌𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙢▌𝐓𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩
𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝
𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀. A girl with a brother of many sorts and a new found lover with problems, in this story no one really wins.
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July 23, 1993 Brooklyn NY Roosevelt hotel
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I knocked on the door as I stood there in the hotel hallway, it was empty to my surprise no entering no exiting it was quiet. It really surprised me in a way but he mentioned before he needed privacy and couldn't be downstairs with the rest as they were partying and being loud, noise complaints came from the people he was with but he explained he separated himself from it so his dumbass friends could be the ones to be kicked out instead of him.
It was a long explanation but he told me all the way on the ride what to expect when I pass through even when I didn't see his weird-ass friends I could still hear the music blasting from below the floor. I chuckled under my breath from the situation in a way, I knew for sure their asses were going to get kicked out and that it was only going to retaliate on them and not Shakur. It was funny.
I knocked on the door again as my mind shuttered from it and the loud noise slowly faded from the floor below making my knocks more hearable. When they became to hear slowly the nob trust with a recognizable voice from the other side. When he opened the door he was in mid-immediate expression a beautiful smile creased his lips when he saw me. Pac leaned his head and connected his lips to mine. It caught me off guard but I took it in and began to make it small. When we pulled away everything got quiet yet slowly he opened the door and let me in.
