𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

two

I sit on my bed now in night clothes holding my head in my hands, my left leg bouncing up and down at a vigorous pace.

"Baby girl, you good?" I look up at the attractive melanin covered man but quickly revert my sight trying not to see his hypnotizing eyes.

"Dang it." I say fixing my mouth not to curse."You're really making this hard you know." I huff flopping back on the bed.

"What did I do to you?" His deep gruff voice asks me.I scoff clearly offended "You waltz into my house claiming that you're MY favorite dead artist, and God sent you here to protect and help guide me?" I pause replaying everything that I said: "Yep, it makes no sense." I say sitting back up on the bed sitting Indian style. "Did Xavier put you up to this, I thought we were done playing pranks."

The man kisses his teeth "Look-" He demands to grab my attention "What do I have to do to prove myself so you can believe a nigga?" He asks looking nothing but sincere.I squint my eyes thinking "Since you're MY guardian angel, tell me something about myself." I say finally making contact with his beautiful eyes.

"Ha, too easy," he brags "Your full name is Nadia Camilla Jones you're a Kindergarten teacher at Hillside Grove Elementary." I cross my arms my face as steel as stone "You could have looked that up." I say pursing my lips together.

He smirks before he announces "You like when I refer to myself as daddy." He teases. I immediately become bashful trying to hide the embarrassment on my face. That one got me because I haven't admitted that to anyone. He continues to spill fun facts about me some which cause me to giggle and suspicious.

He suddenly gets serious "Your mom-" He stalls looking at me "She just had a conversation with you about you having kids." I pause. My mom was in the hospital battling with sickle cell. She was talking to me about this because she doesn't think she'll leave the hospital this time.

"Okay, I get it you know stuff about me. That still didn't prove that you're Tupac for real." I argue now just being petty. Pac lets out a deep sigh

"How the fuck do I-" I cut him off with laughter.

"I believe you, so you're gonna stay here?" I ask playing with my fingers."Here, in that made up spare room." He says knowingly.

I open my mouth to say something but close it just to open it again to say "Okay then follow me." I say standing up from the bed and hoping he follows behind me. I led him to the spare room he described "Stay here alright."

"I ain't going nowhere baby." Pac smiles. I give him a weary smile before walking out. I leave the door cracked. I smush myself back into the wall which also holds the door while I frantically FaceTime Xavier.

"Come on pick up- Zay! I need you to do something for me." I spoke quickly in a whisper."What is it?" His scraggly voice asks through the phone. I flip my camera around and peek the phone back in the room. Pac was sitting on the floor admiring my Samsung Smart TV remote.

"Nai, there's nothing there. What I tell you about smoking when I'm not there." I grow confused by Xavier answer. Tupac glances at the door my phone which causes me to quickly hang up.

"Baby girl, come in here." I could hear the amusement in his voice. This mother fucker thought it was funny. I step in and he's standing up with a smug smile on his face "Number one, I choose who can and cannot see me." He starts walking towards me. "Number two it's late don't you got somewhere to be tomorrow?" He teasingly asks running his fingers along my arm.

"Yeah work which I'm taking you too because I don't want you in my house." I ramble looking at his hand tracing up and down my arm.

"Oo baby you don't trust me?" He asks in a joking way.

"Imma just go." I say fiddling with the doorknob. Pac lets out a chuckle and opens the door.He keeps the cocky smirk on his face as he walks towards me. He gently removes my hand from the doorknob replacing it with his own. He calmly opens the door and I awkwardly shuffle out of the room. I hear his quiet chuckles as I make my way down the hall back to my room.this can't be happing.

a/n: yikes i know, its been like two months but hey i'm here