Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 109

|Monaé's P.O.V|

"you're fuckin with me..." I scoffed trying not to laugh as he held up the cook book on a certain page. This nigga think he ah chef or some shit.

"I'm dead serious" pac grinned and tapped on the page with his middle finger. He really doesn't know what impossible means does he. This dish ain't EASY lord knows.

"So...you can't even cook pancakes but somewhere in yo little bald head you think you can cook jerk chicken?" I raised my eyebrows

"Yeah" he grinned before speaking again.

"In Jamaica it was the bombssss!...bet We could make it even betta, worth a shot" he cheesed at me with complete enthusiasm, only making me smile back at him coz of how cute he be.

"Ight fine..where's the chicken" I sighed, giving in. Making him clap his hands together giddily.

"This bouta be funnn!"

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|Monaé's P.O.V|

"Shake it harder" I licked my lips as Tupac tried to empty some Jamaican hot pepper sauce into the pot, but that shit wasn't coming out.

"Ight hold on" he sniffled quickly wiping his hand on his apron (and yes this nigga done bought us cooking aprons n shit..). Before he started to shake it reaallll hard, but before I knew it it went EVERYWHERE.

"AHHHH ITS IN MY FUCKIN EYYYE!!" Tupac literally screams, in full panic he set down the bottle and went to press his fingers against his eyes, which made me instantly try and prevent it.

"THE CHIL-llie...shit" i shout trying to grab pacs arms to stop it but my shout quietened down once I knew I was too late.

"AHHH!! Fu-CHILLIES" pac yelled again, squinting his eyes shut as hard as he could as he grabbed hold of the fridge handle for support knocking over everything in the process, and also making magnets fall on the floor as I clutched my stomach from laughing so fuckin hard. Trying my best to quickly grab a kitchen cloth.

"Baby baby it can't be that bad!" I let out through my laughter, putting running water onto the cloth for his eye.

"IT FEELS LIKE AH NIGGA JUST GOT MASED!!!" He exclaimed as if I where crazy, only making me laugh even more! You know when you laugh so hard the shit ain't even audible.

"HELP. ME. MONAÉ!" He cried out half playfully only killing me even more as I pulled his hands away from his face and put the cloth there, making him sigh in relief.

"Don't be such a baby! It's just a little chilli!" I tried my best to hold on to my laugh as he wiped his eyes, blinking like crazy in the process of it.

"You think I'm tryina be the next Stevie wonder?!" He exclaimed in a jokey voice making me laugh even harder. He's so fuckin rude!...just like me.

"Leave my Stevie alone! My mama would whoop yo ass" I joked back as he chuckled still dabbing his eye with the cloth before I started talking again.