𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

4. I care for you

Aaliyah

Aaliyah

It's three weeks later, and I finally released some new music with death row, and I was honestly feeling great. I haven't talked to Pac since that day, though when he sees me at work, he turns his head and then goes to the studio.

He released more music also, and I admit that it was great. I mean, he's Tupac, of course, it's great. I got out of my thoughts when it was a knock on my door. I got up to answer it, looking through the peephole.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Baby girl, it's me." They responded.

Tupac? I quickly unlocked the door, shocked.

"What do you want?"

He sighed, rubbing his bald head. "We need to talk...."

I rolled my eyes and let him in, shutting the door, "About?" I asked, getting an attitude.

"Look, I'm sorry, baby girl, I should have just let you do you." He told me, pulling me close to him.

"It's fine."

"I just care about you. I don't wanna see you go down with Death Row."

I looked up at him and smiled, "I'll be fine, Pac...." I assured him.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, baby girl. You was just pissing me, but this yo life, not mine."

I nodded, agreeing, "But can you just promise me that you'll be smart?" He asked me.

"I promise....."

He pressed his lips against mine, and I placed my hand gently on his cheek, kissing him back. I broke the kiss smiling at him.

"Since we're cool now, I was thinking. Maybe you wanna finish the song that we made?" He suggested smiling, all drunk.

I shook my head, smiling back, "I would love that." I replied.

He kissed me one last time. We locked our fingers, and we went off to the studio together.

•••

"Pac, who's finishing the beat?" I asked him, remembering that I lost Tim, so yeah.

"Suge homeboy, Boots." He replied while unlocking the studio door.

I giggled, "Boots?"

"Yeah. That's his street name. Come on in, baby girl." He said, opening the door wide.

I walked inside and sat down, crossing my legs, "So where is this Boots person?"

"Him and Suge on their way down now..."

I nodded. Suge and some other fat guy came in. I'm guessing that he's Boots. "What's sup Tupac, baby girl," Suge said, greeting us.

"Yeah, sup," Pac responded, sitting next to me.

"Who dis?" The fat guy asked, eying me.

"Oh, Boots, this Aaliyah, and that's Pac," Suge told him, lighting a cigar as usual.

"Well, nice to meet you, Pac, and you miss?" Boots questioned, kissing my hand.

I fake smiled. About to speak, Pac snatched my hand away from him. "Is there a problem?" Boots questioned.

"Yeah nigga how you over here flirting with my girl," Pac said, making me blush hard.

"Well, yo girl don't seem to mind..." Boots replied, trying to retake my hand.

Pac stood up and pushed him hard, "Nigga you gon have to chill yo fat ass out!" Pac raised his voice.

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to, little nigga?!" Boots spat.

"Nigga just cause you fat don't mean I won't beat yo fuckin ass!" Pac spat back.

"Pac, stop it," I said, grabbing hold of his arm.

"Yeah. Listen to yo bitch before you get beat down."

The next thing I knew, Pac punched him in his face, and they started fighting.

"Oh my god, guys, stop it!" I yelled.

I looked over at Suge, who was dying with laughter. "You, not gon do nothing?!!!" I shouted.

"Hell nah." He chuckled some more.

"Guys, stop it!"

By this time, Tupac was beating Boots face in, and Boots was punching Pac in the back.

"Pac, stop it. He's not even worth it!" I shouted, grabbing his waist, but it was no use.

The security guards came in and yanked them apart.

"Pac baby, are you okay?"

"Hell yeah, I just beat this overloads fuckin ass." He chuckled out, lighting a cigar.

"Fuck you, you bald son of a bitch!" Boots shouted.

Pac chuckled some more, "Get his fat ass out of here."

The guards took Boots out. I turned to Suge, "What the hell was that?!"

"He was just fucking around, baby girl. Maybe he could come back tomorrow or something." Suge suggested.

"That mark ass nigga ain't coming back no muthafuckin' where after that bulshit he just pulled. He can go suck a fuckin dick!" Pac yelled.

Suge kissed his teeth, "What about you, baby girl?"

"In what fucking studio, this my shit!" Tupac argued.

"I was trying to work with Pac, Suge."

He got up and stormed out of the studio. I sighed, laying my head on his chest, "Now we're out of a Dj, again."

"Baby, we gon find somebody else. Don't even trip." Pac assured me.

"We could hold auditions?" I suggested.

"That could work..." He agreed, blowing more smoke.

"When should we start?"

"Tomorrow. I wanna go home and chill now." He stood to his feet. I grabbed his hand, and we both left out of the studio. We went to his house and cuddled up.