𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

039.

' 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 '
macy's department store ━━
los angeles, california !

"I can't believe you just ran a red light, what in the hell is wrong with you?" I palmed the side of my forehead, watching Tupac drive down the busy Beverly Hills Highway like a damn maniac.

It was Christmas Eve, and due to the disaster that happened during Thanksgiving, I chose not to have dinner at my house for the holidays and instead, we were gonna go out to eat but not before stopping at the mall to pick up more gifts and get photos taken of Amara with Santa Claus.

Myself, Larenz, Amara as well as Snoop, Shante and their little boy, Corde were in the backseat and Frank was seated in the passenger seat, everyone practically fearing for their safety. It wasn't that Pac couldn't drive, he was just a little on the reckless side.

"It was an accident, calm your ass down." He kept his eyes forward before making the smart decision of stopping at the next red light. "At the rate that you're going, we're gonna end up in a ditch. Can you please take over, Frank?" I frowned, hoping he'd oblige but not before Pac interjected.

"I rented this van out of my own pockets, so I'm gonna drive. You have a problem with that, you can do those thick ass thighs some good and walk." He looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Tupac, chill out, man." Larenz got in the conversation, which obviously didn't sit right with him. "This is between me and Mika, you can see your way out of the convo, Patna." He shot back.

"Hold on, this isn't what we're about to do. This is supposed to be a celebratory day, not this bickering back and forth mess. If Pac feels the need to kill us all, then so be it. It's his prerogative." I retorted sarcastically as I sat back against the seat, folding my arms.

Here we were again, back on bad terms. I was well aware that I could've handled certain situations much better but sometimes when you're caught in the heat of the moment, you say things that you might not necessarily mean. He knew just how to push my buttons, and boy, did he do that.

"Whatever, man." He murmured as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall. It was packed beyond measures but that was to be expected. "Shit, I can't even find a damn spot." He ran his hand across his head, getting agitated-I could tell he was still frustrated about our little exchange a few seconds prior.

Amara's wails caught my attention, her pacifier instantly flying out of her mouth. "Aw, don't cry, baby. I have your milk right here." I grabbed the bottle out of her bag and put it to her lips, making sure to hold it in a secure fashion.

"I got it." Larenz placed his hand on top of mine over the bottle, taking over. "Are you sure? you know you don't have-"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm trying to make up for the time that I missed being in her life. I missed this beautiful little girl." He looked down at her, Amara's eyes were already landed on him as she squealed playfully. She used one of her hands and opened and closed it around the dangling jewelry that hung around his neck.

"Looks like she wants to snatch your chain." I joked. I looked up and realized Pac was looking at me through the rearview mirror. He finally turned the car off, making me shift my eyes elsewhere. Snoop opened up the door, taking Corde into his arms before stepping outside alongside Shante.