𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

five

Tupac made himself at home fairly quickly in my house. It's been two weeks since he had magically appeared and we haven't separated since. He comes with me to work on the weekdays and we usually stay in on the weekends. We had a routine and it was comforting. It felt good having someone other than Xavier to talk and hang out with. Currently me and Tupac were sitting in a restaurant and using his 'angel magic' he changed his appearance to others but I still saw same ol Pac. I had no idea what he looked like to others but he was definitely drawing attention to himself.

"I swear if she look over here one more time," I start pointing my fork in the direction of a white girl who is on a date but wouldn't stop making googly eyes to Tupac.

Pac brought down my raised and pointed fork with his own and a laugh "I'll mess her up." I say before aggressively stabbing a pice of chicken.

"Princess relax. You don't got nothing to be jealous for."

I stop and frown at Pac "Nobody jealous Pac, she just needs to mind her business." I say before eating the chicken on my fork.

"I like when you get over protective girl, it's sexy." His remark brings me back to our conversation. Tupac was smirking and leaning back in his chair. I squint my eyes into slits and look at him skeptically. This was the first time this week he said anything forward towards me.

I put my fork down and interlock my fingers together "You know something I don't and I don't appreciate the fact that you wont share it with me." This changed the playful smirk on his face to a more serious one.

He looked helpless "I can't tell you babygirl, so just let it go." He reaches out and untangled my fingers from each other to hold my hand in his hand.

I gently remove my hand from his and I try to ignore the chill that ran through me from our hands touching and softly said "So you do know somthing. Why not tell me?" My face fell into a pout. I was disappointed he could at least tell me what was going on. Pac let out a sigh and his face grew soft as well.

Just as I was about to ask him about what's wrong my phone started to ring. I give Tupac one more look to which he responded with a pitied "Babygirl" and a head shake. He couldn't even look at me. My eyebrows smushed together as I made a mental note to ask him what was going on.

"Hello?" My soft and confused voice asked.

"Is this Nadia Jones?" A male voice answered through the phone.

My eyebrows furrow together once again "Yes this is she."

"Im sorry to inform you but your mother Alisha Harris has fallen into a coma due to the lack of flow to her brain. This was unexpected but with sickle cell you never really expect anything that happens. You should make your way to the hospital so you can make some decisions that could determine your mothers future."

I was such in a state of shock, I didn't even notice Pac's teary eyes back on me

"I'm-I'm on my way."

a/n:
ik it's two in the morning. ik it's short. but since ms.rona decided to act out i'll be updating more. i hope 🤞🏾 btw i didn't edit this