Dreams • short Eazy E fan fic [Completed]

4

The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams

-Oprah Winfrey

The next day ...

It was about 12 noon and I was on my lunch break at the office. I usually don't spend this much time down at ruthless, but I had some business to handle.

"So...you really going to Georgia?", Ren asked me, flipping through a magazine.

"I ain't goin nowhere until I get a hold of Zaria", I said as I picked up the phone, dialing the phone number that Megan found for me.

She went digging to find the phone books in Georgia, finding Zaria's mother named Nina Simpson. I placed my index finger up to my lips, signaling for Ren to remain quiet while I'm on the phone.

I want to give this girl her dream. I never thought that I could make an impact in someone's life like the way I did Zaria. She's a tough cookie. With everything she's been through, she deserves some happiness.

And I'ma be the one to give it to her.

I listened to the phone ring about four times, hoping for an answer.

"Hello?", a woman voice answered.

"Hey wassup....is this Zaria?", I said into the receiver.

Ren looked up from the magazine, staring at me for a moment. I smirked a little, showing my dimples.

"...No, this is her mother. she's at school right now" she said in an unsure tone. "May I ask whose calling?"

I licked my lips, "This is Eric Wright...also known as Eazy-E"

There was a pause, followed by a click and being greeted by the dial tone.

"The fuck?", I spat as I jerked my head back, staring at the phone.

"What happened?", Ren asks as he closed the magazine and tossing it on the table.

"This...this bitch just hung up on me", I stammered as I looked at the phone in shock.

Ren busted out in laughter as I sat there and stared at him with a straight, dry, plain face. I wasn't prepared to be hung up on. How many people can say Eazy muthaphukkin E calls them?

Not many.

"Just try again nigga...she probably thinks you some lame nigga playing on her phone and shit", Ren snickered, tilting back in the black cushioned chair.

I twisted my lips up and scratching my hair. It's time for my hair to get re-braided over any way.

"I'ma dial this crazy ass woman one more time" I warned. "if she hangs up again.... I ain't callin back. Fuck that. And this is long distance too", I complained while pressing *69.

The phone rung about three more times before her mother answered again.

"Hello?!", she answered the phone in a tone filled with frustration.

"Ma'am...why did you hang up on m... -"

"Look" she interrupted. "Whatever little boy is calling here for my daughter, she is in school and that's where you need to be...playin on my damn phone actin like Eazy-E...you must be crazy" she spat.

I sat on the phone with my mouth wide open as she continued to scold me.

"You must be really crazy...to sit here and say you Eazy-E knowing that my daughter is in love with that man..."