June 25th 1992: 8pm
|Monaé's P.O.V|
Pac left around an hour ago coz he had stuff he needed to do, which was fair enough. I'm just bouta call Darnell and see what's been going on with him and Déja Coz DAMN. it don't look like they talkin.
The phone rang around five times, until Darnell finally answered.
"D?" I look around my living room waiting for a response.
"Was good..." He replied, I felt sympathy run through my body when I heard how drained his voice was.
"I heard about you and Déj-" he cut me straight off at the mention of her name..damn this must be that bad.
"Don't even say her name" He sighed.
"Are you okay?" I ask him straight.
"Do I sound okay?" Is all he said. I didn't know what to say so the call just fell silent.
"Did you know?" Darnell soon cleared the silence. I gulp and stay quiet for a moment.
"About her and that dude?" I asked, I ain't gonna tell his ass! Fuck that.
"Yeh, kidifi or what eva the FUCK his name was" Darnell started getting angry.
"Not until after you found out" I lie, I'm not bouta admit that, Darnell won't see my side of it.
"You know em?" Darnell asked as if he was trying to hunt down the nigga.
"No D I don't...so stop thinking about finding him, he probably didn't even know Déja had a man...it's a waste of time" I sigh, when it came to Darnell I could read that nigga like an open book.
"You right...enough about my problems, I gotta take my mind off it!. how have YOU been sis. Shaheed been tellin me about you and that nigga Pac" Darnell's voice changes as he tries to spark a conversation that didn't involve Déja.
"Haha! Nah I'm good man...and me and tupac jus friends you know, it ain't nothin" I felt myself smile at the mention of pacs name.
"Whatever you say sisss" he said in a voice as if he didn't believe me, know one does, am I that translucent?.
"Ay! How's Shaka? You seen em?" I ask just recalling what had happened the other night when he called me about the gun.
"that kid been on some GANGSTA shit!...why?" Darnell asked.
"Nah he just crossed my mind, apparently he got robbed?" I said as if I had never spoke to Shaka in the first place. Darnell is family and all but nigga got a big mouth.
"Yeh he did! Tariq saw the whole shit go down!, shaks got robbed by Maliek and a few other niggas ....but he got one of em back tho" Darnell exclaimed.
"Who did he get back? What happened" I asked shocked at the fact shaka actually did something. Damn.
"Malieks like best friend benz, he finished , it all happened last night" Darnell used code words like 'finished' .
"Fuck...I guess shaks ain't a kid nomo" I sigh rubbing my hands across my face in shock. Fuck man, Benz!.
"He finished em fo real" Darnell said casually, with a chuckle. Damn bro. I just sat in silence.
"OOH! You on TV again..dats my sis " Darnell said soon after, not fazed at all by what had happened to benz...I know Darnell and Benz weren't neva close, but Benz was a good kid!, his name was Christopher...I was friends with his older sister growin up...
suddenly I felt hella bad...I gave Shaka that gun.
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June 26th 1992: 10am
|Monaé's P.O.V|
I grab a cereal bar and bite into it, checking my watch which read 10:06am. I'm already dressed and stuff and now I've gotta head over to the sound studio. I grab my books and files getting ready to head out.
Pac paged me last night, at around 4am! Which is why I only saw it in the Mornin. But it was really sweet it said 'goodnight babygirl xx' it was so simple but it had me smiling like crazy!...no mans had me feelin this way in years, I know we ain't together but...just for the moment I'd like to enjoy it before it ends in a few days.
I click play on my Walkman and sling my duffle bag over my shoulder, boppin to 'Straight outta Compton' by N.W.A. I saw this album in the makin baby!!. Too dope.
"Straight outta Compton crazy motha fucka named ice cube! From ah gang called niggas with attitude!" I sing along leaving my trailer, nodding my head at security on the way. I keep walking, just singing along, not far from pacs trailer when I see him, I take off my headphones as he walked along my direction.
"Hey pac" I cheer when I saw his face, but my expression soon dropped when I saw his. He looked beyond angry, I've never seen him like that for real. When he's acting? Yeah, but not genuinely.
"Are you oka-" I began to grow confused as he stormed past me .
"Don't talk to me!" He spat not even giving me a second look, just storming past. my heart dropped at his words...but more at the fact he was talking to me like that!, in shock I stopped in my tracks and watched his pace away. Have i done something? Fuckin fool tryina talk to me like I'm some basic bitch!?. And I know what you're thinking, but I don't give a fuck about what might've happened to him, it has nothin to do with me!, there for do not talk to me like that. FUCK him..
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|Monaé's P.O.V|
"Have you seen tupac?" Some white producer guy asked me as I walked on set. I kissed my teeth at the mention of his name
"Ion know and ion care" I spat walking away from the guy, I know I shouldn't be rude but that nigga tupac just killed my vibe! And with this N.W.A album playin in the back doesn't help my anger. I slam my books on the coffee table that was occupied by Regina, I took off my headphones and sat down.
"Bad dick?" She asked the reverse question from the other day. My sour face not changing as I look up at her.
"Rude ass niggas more like" I kissed my teeth, she let out a little laugh as I started going through my folders. Getting my poetry ready to go to the sound studio where Janet was. But I couldn't shake my encounter with Pac.
Damn this nigga pac fuckin my brain up.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
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