Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

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|A/N : You lot need to stop doubting meeee😂😂😭😭I cant die with this book unfinished ! Shit haunts me. I wanted to update on Tupac's birthday but couldn't but here we are

🤑😋 don't forget to VOTE & COMMENT so I know you're still rockin with me 🤩❤️ and plus it helps with certain decision makinggg hehe

And thank you for all the direct messages you guys are so cute☺️🤗🤗❤️| - EazyDoezIt

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|Monaé's P.O.V|

"Alright mama I'll call you when I can, I love you too" I forced a smile through the phone (like it was supposed to convince her that I was soooo happy). Me n ma haven't been speaking much since mine and pacs engagement, and of course she's just been reading the papers...hearing what motherfuckers at her salon have to say about Me, My man and my situation. Yes she's not the happiest with my decision making but she always tries to encourage me I suppose, what do expect your mother to say?...I know she means well and that's good enough sometimes, even if she's extra. She knows what I'm like, she knows Im crazy. But I managed to talk her around to the fact I'm not in heavy danger, it's just music stuff, even if it's not true it helps my ma find peace of mind.

I hung up the overdue phone call to my mother as I boarded the private jet, Tupac at my side as we climbed the steep metallic staircase. The knots in my stomach not so easy to ignore but I keep moving regardless, knowing my behaviour effects Tupac also. With his white shirt blowing in the light tropical breeze of the Floridian air I couldn't help but smile to myself for a moment, he was just as breathtaking to me as ever, I love him more then I love myself honestly...what a king. Pulling myself from my thoughts as my eyes meet the huge white jet yet again, realisation kicked right back in and I couldn't help but cringe at the situation at hand. we're all flying home for a week then going to vagas for some studio time and mike Tyson's fight later on in the week. I was sooo looking forward to an event that had nothing to do with me if I'm honest. Like bro Mike fuckin Tyson? Im ready to see a reallllll knockout boy.

We've decided to stay at deja and Darnell's new place since it's kinda off the grid, n plus nothing much was waiting for us back at home right now and it'd be nice to have something like old times. I somehow convinced Pac it would be a better decision then just being alone to drown in our sorrows, he needs goddamn cheering up. But anyway back to the anxiety! Suge somehow convinced Pac to get on the same flight as Snoop (and I guess wherever pac goes I go so...here we are). I wish I knew what happened that was so bad between them, But then again it's probably just more messy shit I don't really need on my mind. The things I know already makes me not fuck with Snoop dogg one bit...goofy ass.

"Thank you" I smile warmly at a very silent Tupac as he helped me up the stairs, grasping my hand as he led me. I tried to busy my mind from the awkward flight we had ahead. We haven't really all been in one room together since what happened, it's just weird. And if I'm uncomfortable you know some shit up, coz I don't give a fuck.

"I know you don't wanna go but it'll be great I promise" I smile warmly whispering words of affirmation into his ear to reassure my baby as we came over the threshold of the jet, he was so visibly stressed and pissed about everything and I could feel it. We were talking about vagas earlier and he said he doesn't want to go, but I know he'll change his mind. It'll be good to have something to enjoy for once and Mikes a sweetheart.