Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

Working For Him?

~Amira POV~

"No way in hell am I working for Tupac." I say into my phone, pouring syrup over my pancakes.

"C'mon Amira! He needs a makeup designer for his upcoming movie, Poetic Justice." My boss sighed into the phone.

"He's a thug. He doesn't need makeup." I say sticking my fork into my pancake.

"He is an actor." She pointed out.

"Okay... but what men wear makeup?" I ask stuffing the pancake into my mouth.

"Probably every actor in the world." She said.

"Fine, okay. But why me? What about Joslyn? She is good with people like him." I say swallowing the pancake.

"People like him?" She asks me.

"You know... crazy." I whisper.

"Uh Huh You're always talking about how you're always not the one to judge." My boss teases me.

"It's true girl! Don't you see how he acts?" I say shaking my head.

"Is it just me? But I think you have been in that white neighborhood for way too long." My boss sighs.

"If I'm doing this, I better be getting good pay." I say.

"600 bucks a week." She blurts.

"WHAT?" I shout almost spitting out my orange juice.

"I know right!" My boss says excitedly.

"Sign me up!" I say jumping from my kitchen chair.

"Kay, the first day of filming is tomorrow, so bring your A game." She said.

My boss, Chloe could be a best friend when needed, but when business comes, she is on top. That is one of the reasons I love her so much. I have been working with her for 5 years now and we're cool. I'm a makeup artist and the way it works is by me giving her 30% of my pay because they do the behind the scenes work, while we do our job. Like finding clients and cleaning up any lawsuits if an accident happens with the brushes and pokes their eye.

"I will, you can count on me Chlo." I say hanging up.

I finish my pancake and I run upstairs to change out of my pajamas.

I almost trip over my dog, Manny.

"Who's a cutie?" I say in a baby voice patting his head.

I step over him and ran to my room. I changed into some jeans and I put on a regular white shirt. I tied my braids up into a high ponytail. I hear my phone ring and I already know who it is. Jack, my ex-boyfriend. All he does it call since our breakup, I'm still trying to get my phone company to change it.

"What." I answer the phone in an annoyed voice.

"I miss you Amira." Jack says into the phone.

I fall onto my bed and I pop a gum into my mouth.

"Really huh?" I say.

"I got a new job, I even bought a bigger apartment for you Amira. I love you." He said.

I could feel my heart skip a beat when he said that he did all that stuff for me, he is so nice.

"Then why did you treat me like crap while I was still there?" I said.

"I'm sorry, I was acting like a bum, but I love you too much." Jack whispered.

"I'll think about it." I say after a long silence.

"Thank you so much baby, I swear I wont mess up again." Jack strained.

"I miss you too a little." I say into the phone shyly.

Honestly, I missed him A LOT but I wasn't about to show it.

"Call me later baby." He says.

"Okay..." I say biting my lip.

I hung up the phone and sighed.

"Desperate ass nigga." I sigh, my head falling on my pillow. I could still feel myself blushing.

Thanks for reading Im so excited, Tupac is coming in next chapter. I hope you guys like this. This is my first Tupac fanfiction >.< I fell in love with him recently. Comment, Vote, Share? <3