Tupac Shakur is back as an angel on Earth, but instead of continuing his career as Hip Hop's most praised rappers, his job is to be a type of spirit guide to 17 year old Donovan Walker. Will Tupac get through to him, or will it be too late?
Authors Note: Wassup readers! 🙌 Soooooo sorry I haven't been updating like I should, 🙏 but I'm back and I'm better and I'm updating more and more, so be ready! Now.... Carry on 👉👇
Tupac POV Looks like Donovan's been holding a lot in that he never got to get off his chest. His dad walked out on him, his mama ain't never home. He has no one that truly supports him and values him and his needs. He's almost 18, but he still needs a man, a real man around to show him how it works in the real world, especially being a black man in this society. *Sighs* It's a shame. But I guess I wasn't put in this position for nothing. I still have to get Don to open up more. Show him that if he can't trust anybody else, he can trust me. It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it, eventually.
*Later that Evening, around 6:00- ish..* Donovan's on the couch, scrolling through his timeline, posting on Instagram...
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King_Don: Long as you know they talking bout you, you don't have to say a word. 🙊
Donovan POV
At this point, I'm just about over everything. I'm over school, I'm over my so-called friends, I'm over life. I'm ready to end it all, but something tells me not to stop, to keep going. But ion know if I'm willing....
Me: Yo, Pac?
Tupac: *walks in from the kitchen* Wassup kid?
Me: I'm bout to go get sum food, did you want sumthn?
Tupac: From where?
Me: Mission BBQ
Tupac: Oh.
Me: I gotta menu in the kitchen somewheres.
Tupac: You mean the one on the fridge.
Me: *looks back at the fridge* Yea, that one.
Tupac: Lemme see *grabs menu* I'mma get sumthn Small.
Me: Get whatever you want, b.
Tupac: *laughs* Well, in that case-
Me: *laughs*
Tupac: Lemme get them 10-bone baby back ribs, with the, um, baked beans.
Me: *chuckles* A'ight, man. *Grabs keys and wallet*
Tupac: *looks at wallet* You got enough?
Me: I got more than enough.
Tupac: *laughs* Excuse me, big baller!
Me: *laughs* You crazy!
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Narrator POV At the restaurant....
Counter Server: Hello, welcome to Mission BBQ, will this be a take out order?
Donovan: *Smiles* Yes.
Counter Server: *smiles* Alright, what can I get you?
Donovan: Can I have two orders of the ten-bone baby back ribs and baked beans?
Counter Server: Yes, you can. Anything else?
Donovan: Nope, that's all.
Counter Server: Got it, just wait here for about five minutes.
Donovan: Alright, thank you.
?: Donovan?
*Donovan looks over his shoulder to see Shae looking at him. Donovan gives her the cold shoulder*
Shae: Oh, it's like that, huh?
Donovan: Yup.
Shae: Wooooow, okay. You know you want me back, Don. You don't have to hide that you regret letting me go.
Donovan: Shae, the only thing I regret about letting you go is not letting you go sooner.
Shae: *laughs*
Donovan: Tell me something Shae.
Shae: What?
Donovan: Did you really believe that you wasn't gon get caught?
Shae: ............
Donovan: *chuckles* That's what I thought. And it's a shame. You coulda had it all, lil baby.
Counter Server: *yells order* Two ten-bone baby back ribs with two baked beans.
