Changez

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"Where you going, Left?" I asked,

She had been in the mirror rapping to herself  and getting pretty. As I predicted, she got comfortable with her little nickname, and now preferred to be called 'Lefteye'.

"On a date!" She smiled.

"Girlllllll, with who?" I leaned against the door.

"That melon head busta she was on the court chopping it up with." Pac walked past the room.

"Mind yours! I'm going to the drive-in with Maurice." She danced as she took down the rollers from her hair.

"Oh? What movie y'all going to see?" I questioned.

"He wants to see E.T." Left rolled her eyes.

"Yuck..." I made a face.

" I know, girl. But as long as he payin and providing the snacks, we can watch anything he wants, okay?!" She dapped me up.

"I know that's right. How you trying to end the night?" I nudged her and made my eyebrows jump twice.

She smiled, then leaned in. " If he play his deck right... I might slip him the tongue."

"Go head, girl!" I barked.

I slapped her five, as we giggled like little school girls.

Pac entered the room and looked at us in disgust.

"Damn, Halloween must've came early. Quit playing and put that mask away, fool." Lisa teased.

I laughed out loud.

"Unc know you going out looking like a bird?" Pac hissed.

"You ain't my daddy, so you best keep your big ass nose out of my kool-aid." She snapped her fingers.

"Uncle Richard!!!!!" Pac hollered, damn near popping my eardrums.

Richard came in the room with a toothpick in his mouth.

"What's up? - Lisa, where the hell you goin with that little ass skirt? You better put on them bell bottoms with that sweater your grandmama got you." He made a face like he wasn't having it.

Tupac was dying of laughter.

"Daddy, why? Don't listen to Amaru! He's just playa hating because he aint got no girl!"she whined.

"I don't want no man eyeing you like you a piece of meat without a brain or self respect. So change, or tell your little friend that the date is off." Richard swung his back.

"Yeah, unc!" Pac's petty ass clapped.

"Get out, punk! " she slapped the back of his head.

"Aye, I don't care! You the one that's about to go on your date looking like you got kids, grandkids, and hella bills to pay!" He cackled all the way out of the room.

"Just wear that over this, take it off when you get out, and put it on before you get back. Pac's a asshole." I sympathized.

"He needs a girlfriend. You better give him some TLC so he could get off my back." Lisa spat.

If only you knew.

"Girl, no. Hell no." I bit my lip.