Me And My Girlfriend.

12.

~ Before we get into this chapter, I just wanted to say a couple of things.
Now I see that there's a lot of Tupac stories out there that are being put on hold. Some reasons is because of writers block or other things. But I just wanna say to all the people out there that are new writers or already are and write Tupac stories or any other fanfics. That just because you receive little bits of votes and views on your story doesn't necessarily mean that you are a bad writer or your book is bad, just keep writing and as you write more, the more you'll get. Don't stop because of things like that. And I hate that some writers like to compare how many votes any Tupac story/fanfic has and how many votes they only have. It doesn't matter!
Also, just because you have the most votes on your story doesn't mean yours is the best out there. I know for a fact, my story is NOT the best. I won't even compare it to other fanfics, thats just me personally...
Just because you have a few votes on your story doesn't mean its the worse.
If you need any help, and I mean any help! With a Tupac book or any book, feel free to message me and I'll help you with it and won't ask for credit, if you want to give credit, thats you. Anyway, continue...
Thank you for reading. ♥

Aaliyah,

"Did you at least pinch the bitch?" Lisa asked, aggravated at everything I just told her.

I shook my head, no. "No, I would never disrespect them like that, unless it's really needed. Even with everything she said and shit, I still have enough respect to not do the people like that, because they were the ones that took me in." I justified.

Lisa rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "I wish her old saggy-titty having ass would've laid her shitty, smelling ass hands on my cheek, it would've been world war in that bitch!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled. "You've never liked my Aunt,"

She slit her eyes at me. "Whatever, you seriously need to learn how to defend yourself baby-girl, Because now your on your own and you won't have no one to depend on when your out on them streets, you hear me?"

I nodded and sighed.

Lisa was someone I met when I was in highschool. When I first met her, she tried to hit on me and later that day we both found out we were related and she was my cousin. After that, we have been close like we've grew up in the womb together, which we didnt, but that's how it feels when were around eachother. No one knew her sexuality, to me she was just doing her thing.

But I do think she may be bisexual, even if she was, I'd still love her like she's the sister I've never had before.

She nudged me slightly which made me look up at her.

"Yes?" I asked uneasy.

"What are you thinking about? You seem to be in deep thought." She asked in an concerned way.

Rubbing my hands through my hair, I exhaled deeply and shrugged. "I'm thinking about what am I going to do. I don't want to be a burden on you and what you got going on, and I just dont know what I'm about to do from now on.."

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I quickly wiped them.

Lisa pulled me in for a confronting hug and rubbed my back softly. "How about we do this, we'll go out tomorrow, do job searching and get you out on your feet again. You can stay here until I find you somewhere to go." She said.