Poetic Justice :Aaliyah and Tupac "2pac" fanfiction

Chapter 17: New Years (part 3)

Tupac P.O.V

Its about 10 minutes before its New Years. I guess I aint getting my New years kiss. But its all good.

"Yo Pac get yo girl. She drunk." I heard somebody yelled. I seen Liyah struggling to get out the patio door. I walked over to the door and open it. I walked in the house not letting her get out. She had a vodka in her right hand and a blunt in her other. I never seen her like this before.

"Move." She tried to get around me. I still blocked her. "Pac Move!" She hit me on my chest.

"No you're drunk and on top of that you're high ass fuck." I opened the patio door,without letting her out. I went out to go get Missy. "Yo Missy."

She turned around and gave me a stank face, "what?"

I rolled my eyes,"You need to talk to yo home girl."

She sighed and turned to her friends, "I'll be back." She took a sip of her margarita. As we walked back, I see Liyah outside sitting on some guys lap drinking her vodka.

"And youuu know that niggga..." She slurr her words to him. I shook my head. I picked her up and put her over my shoulder. "Pacc lett me gooo." She slurr, "I'm having funnn." I put her down on the couch and she took other sip. I snatched the drink away. "Give iit back. I need itt." She reached for it. I slapped her hand. "Why you hit mee." She laughed.

"Cause your drunk ass fuck!And you dont need no more!

She rolled her eyes. "Why are you yellllling? " she slurred once more. I took a deep breath keeping me from yelling at her. Cause she really embarrassing me.

I asked her a different question "where didn't you learn how to roll a blunt?"

"She most likely learned from her dad." Missy said as she looked at Liyah playing with her hair. "She used to get drunk to get his attention. I thought she stopped drinking. But I guess not." She looked at me then back at Liyah,"and when she gets high and drunk that means she have something on her mind she can't get rid off." She pointed at. "You most likely have something to do with it." I seen Liyah nodded her head.

I pointed to myself. "Why me?"

" You might want to asked that to her. When shes in good condition." She walked to the slide door.

"Wait Missy." She turned around.

"What is it this time?" She whined.

I rolled my eyes,"Take the fire crackers cause I might not be out there. When its time for count down."

She nodded her head. "Iight." She grabbed the firework stuff that was by the door and she walked out.

I turned to Liyah who was silently crying, "Whats wrong this time?" I touched her arm. But she slapped my hand away.

"Don't touch me you, you,you  fucking fake ass nigga." She got up and tried to make her way upstairs. I can tell it wasnt easy for her. I shook my head. I ain't never fake. I went back out to the beach.

"Is she iight?" Shante asked.

I shrugged my shoulders."I don't know she went upstairs."

Shante looked at me and her eyes widen,"You left her by herself. You nevea seen her drunk before huh?"

I shooked my head no.

"Well you should nevea leave her alone. Especially when she can be high and drunk. Bad combination for her." She sighed, "I'm suprise she still drink. My uncle, her dad, as alot to do with it. Also that stupid nigga. R-kelly." She looked at me,"Have you met him before?"