Celebrity Imagines

Superstar

Y/N P.O.V

"Come on, Y/N! We're gonna be late, hoe!" my friend yelled from the steps below.

"I'm coming, damn! You know I be having a hard time with my hair!" I retorted running my fingers through my hair and giving myself the once over in the mirror. I smiled at how cute I looked. I can't wait to go live it up with my best friend and dance to my heart's content.

I walked down the steps and paused to pose for my friend; she was waiting patiently for me to hurry up and go.

"You look real cute." she smiled. "Now let's go." she grilled me and turned to the door. I jogged after her to the car.

Tupac's P.O.V

"Man all these hoes are whack." I relented to my boy Dre. We were leaning against the wall at the house party. The music is corny and not a single chick in here is shaking some ass. Not that I want any of these rat faced, chicken headed wenches to shake anything in my face or my proximity. I rolled my eyes as another girl walked by giving me the eye.

Dre sighed, "Listen, you want to go back to the crib?" he asked. He started going on about what he would rather be doing than be here, but I really wasn't paying attention because this fine ass girl walked in. She got it going on. I know I'm the type to get around, but the way she looks makes me want to change my ways for good; I just want to talk to her.

"Nigga!" Dre yelled in my ear. I snapped out of my trance.

"What nigga?!" I yelled back, the fuck was he screaming about?

"I asked you if you wanted to leave, dumb-ass!"

I exhaled through my nose, "Nah, I saw a little honey walk in. I'mma go see what's up."

Dre laughed lightly, "Ard Pac. Don't hurt nobody in here."

"Shut up!" I chuckled lightly, "I'll see you." I peaced it up with him and walked over towards the little shorty.

Y/N's P.O.V

This party is dry as hell. I was ready to go before I even walked inside. You could tell it was dead from the damn car, but my bestie just had to see if there were any guys here.

I looked around at everybody. They all looked bored and stupid. I sat down on the steps that went to the second story of the house. I sat there looking at my chipped nail polish and realized that I need a refill.

"What you doing over here by yourself?" a deep and raspy voice like fine sandpaper spoke.

"Why is it any of your concern?" I replied with attitude, until I saw what he looked like and my heart fluttered.

"I'm just tryna get to know you, baby doll." he smirked showing a few bright, white teeth. "Ain't it a common approach?" he sat down on the step next to me.

"Well, people usually start with a 'hello' and introduce themselves before they go about concerning themselves with somebody else's business." I responded.

"Well in that case...Hi. I'm Tupac Shakur, but you can call me Pac." he offered me his hand. I stared at it, surprised, before I put mine in his.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"You came here by yourself, love?" he asked.

"No, I came here with my home-girl, but she ran off somewhere." I said looking over my shoulder.

"Well...", he placed his index finger on my chin and slowly turned my face towards his.. "you can hang with me 'til she come back." he slowly moved his hand away from my face. I got butterflies for some odd reason. He is beyond fine. I bit my lip and nodded,

"Yeah, I'd like that." I smiled.

We talked for another hour or so and got to know each other. He is a really cool dude; he's got a little danger to him, too. And from what he's told me he's got some skills when it comes to rhyming. I'm really diggin' him.

"You smoke?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Do you smoke...? Get high...? You want to roll something?" he pulled out a freshly rolled blunt from his hoodie pocket and flashed it at me. I nodded my head 'yes' with a smile on my face. I could use an escape from my dull surroundings right now.

We both stood up and walked up the steps. We walked to the end of the hall and found an empty  bedroom. We sat down on the floor by the foot of the bed and I pulled out a lighter from my back pocket.

*10 minutes later*

"Look, watch." I laughed. I blew rings of smoke and watched them float in front of me, then I blew the rest out my nose.

Pac watched me while taking the last drag from the joint. We were both higher than a fucking kite.

Tupac's P.O.V

Some time later......

"All I want....is to get my music career started, make it big, get the hell out of Oakland, buy a big house, drive an expensive ass car, hear people screaming my name when I'm onstage performing my songs..." I stared off into the distance and imagined myself in the future.

"You've got some really big dreams. I don't think any dream is too big for you. I can just picture it now" she giggled softly, "You running around on the stage with thousands of people cheering you on. And one day, I'll make sure that I'm one of them." I looked over at her and saw she was already smiling at me.

I leaned in and pulled her in for a slow, tender kiss. I placed my hands on her waist and brought her onto my lap. I licked her bottom lip asked for entrance. She parted her lips and I slipped my tongue in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and caressed the back of my neck. My fingers crept under her loose baseball tee and gently touched along her back and spine. We got deeper and deeper into the kiss.

"Y/N!" the door flew open, "Girl, I've been searching for you everywhere! We gotta go! The cops here!" I saw flashing lights in the window. Before I knew it, Y/N was snatched off my lap by her friend and they were running down the hallway. I chased them down and we found our way outside with a bunch of other people running from the scene.

"Wait!" I yelled after them trying to catch up. They stopped at a Lexus and got inside. I ran up to the passenger side of the car where Y/N was,

"I didn't even get your number. How can I find you?" I rushed as the flashing lights got closer. I didn't get another word out before Y/N's friend sped off down the road.

"Don't worry superstar! I'll find you!" she yelled from the window. I shook my head and laughed before heading home.