Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

Long Phone Call

 ~Amira POV~

"You're in the driveway?!" I say surprised.

I was writing in my journal when all of a sudden, Jack calls me telling me he was here to pick me up.

"Yeah, I came for you baby." He said into the phone.

"I can get around myself you know. I don't need you picking me up." I growl.

"See, one minute you want to see me, and the next you don't." He sighs.

I let out a huge groan.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just confused." I say.

"Maybe in my car you would change your mind?" He asked.

I laughed.

"As if. You're just gonna take me home. Period." I say walking off.

"Yes sir." Jack jokes.

I roll my eyes and I head for the driveway. I hear a loud beep and I see his beat up orange car.

"Don't even touch me." I say slipping in shotgun.

"Well you've got an attitude." He said starting the car.

The car's familiar smell of oil runs through my nose and I feel that comfortable feeling.

Now that I got a good look at him. He really did change, his hair was smoothed back and his fair skin shined. His clothes were neat and ironed.

"You living with your mama now?" I ask.

"No! I'm living on my own." He says defensively.

"Uh huh." I say sarcastically.

"Amira, I'm doing everything I can, what more can I do?" He asked.

"I don't know." I say turning to my window.

I really didn't.

It was quiet for most of the ride until he stopped in front of my house.

"Thanks for the ride." I say opening the door.

"Amira." Jack said in a serious voice that made me stop.

I turned back to him.

"I miss you." He said.

I think back to the times when we were together and I realize how much I missed them too. The way he would tell me how hard his time in the army was on those long nights. And when we stuck in his car in the winter, he let me have all the blankets and we cuddled.

"I miss you too." I say in a weak voice.

I fall back into the car and I kiss him. He kissed me back and I can feel myself falling for him again.

"Okay, let's stop before this leads to something else." I chuckle.

Jack has this goofy smile on his face.

"Wipe that smile off your face, I never said I was gonna take you back." I joke.

"I'll call you later." He says.

I open the car door and I run to my house.

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After I finish feeding Manny, I scramble into bed and I fall into my sheets tired.

"Manny, how could you live such a careless life?" I ask him.

He crawls on my bed and cuddles me.

"Aw buddy, I love you too." I say cuddling him back.

"I need a nap." I sigh.

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing.

"Yeah?" I answer.

"Hey Amira, it's Janet." I hear a soft voice say into the phone.

I almost scream/die/have a heart attack. That wakes me up.

"Um, oh my gosh you're like the best person ever oh my gosh. How do you know my name and my number?"  I blurt.

She lets out a small laugh.

"The director gave me your name, address, and number." She listed.

"You sound like you just woke up, am I interrupting your sleep?" She asked.

I looked at my clock. It was 8pm.

"No no, it's cool." I say quickly.

"That's great. I really wanted to talk to you." She said.

I have to hold in a scream/vomit/ wanting to pinch myself.

"Why?" I ask calmly.

"I had to fire my old makeup artist, and I was wondering if you would like to take the job." She said.

This time I do pinch myself.

"Can you hold on a second?" I ask.

"Sure." She said.

I covered the phone with my and I screamed.

I jumped on my bed like a kid.

"Okay, sorry, my dog Manny was about to have an accident." I lie.

"That's fine." She said.

"But why would you want to hire me? I mean I was late and all." I say.

"I just loved your makeup and Tupac looked actually presentable for the first time." She said.

"Ha! I know right." I say.

"You know, I had to ask for an AID's test on Tupac when I heard about there being a kiss scene." She said.

I started to feel a little upset by this. I don't know why.

"I mean, it was just a kiss scene." I say.

"But he has probably been everywhere with everyone." She responds.

"Yeah..." I say not quite agreeing.

That is embarrassing him, even if he is crazy, no one deserves to be embarrassed like that. And why would she judge him just by the way he looks and acts? Heck! He could probably be a virgin. The way she acted sounded really familiar.

One topic leads to the next and we were talking until 11pm.

"My boyfriend is coming over any minute." Janet says.

"Aw, well see you tomorrow." I say.

"Bye." She says.

"Bye." I say.

Then we hang up.