Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

The Interview

~Amira POV~

I was surprised when I answered the phone and hear Tupac's voice.

"Amira?" 

I was half asleep next to Jack. I close the phone receiver and I clear my throat. I take a look at Jack who was fast asleep.

"Yeah?" I answer in a smooth voice.

"It’s always nice to hear your voice in the morning." Tupac said.

I blushed and glanced at Jack.

"Shush." I say.

I could hear his laugh on the other side of the line, knowing he had flattered me.

"I have an interview today and I need you on job." He says.

"Sure." I whisper.

"Why are you whispering?" He whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" I ask.

"Just be there." He says.

I laugh and ask where it is. He tells me where it is and the time I have to get there.

I hang up and I head for the showers.

"Where's my breakfast?" Jack huffed when I came downstairs.

"In the fruit basket, its my special." I say grabbing my bag.

"Which is?" He asked turning on the TV

"A banana." I say spreading my hands out for a dramatic look.

"Are you serious?" He said peeling the banana.

"Here I was thinking you liked my consideration." I say kissing his cheek.

"You can't leave me here with a banana!" He said as I walked out.

I rolled my eyes. I don't even know why I even try.

I hop on the bus and I get off. I stare up at 2 huge buildings. The twin towers. Just great, now I have to find out which building.

I ring Tupac.

"Hey." He said.

"Which building?" I whine.

"Um, the one with um..." He awkwardly said.

"You don't know." I sigh rubbing my temple.

"I'm gonna ask someone." He said urgently

It was silent on the other end for a while and then I heard his voice.

"The one with the antenna." He says.

"Thanks bye." I say hanging up.

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"Hey again." Tupac says when I get onto the right floor.

"Hey." I say breathing hard.

"Why are you breathing so hard?" He asked.

"I climbed the stairs halfway to the floor until some dude told me there was an elevator." I say.

"Wow." He said trying to hide a teasing smile.

"Shut up." I say throwing him a weak punch.

I stared at him in his outfit. He had on a jean jumpsuit that said '2pac' on it. He had his hand in his pockets and he looked so adorable. 

He grabbed me for a hug but I quickly dodged it. He kept trying to hug me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sigh putting my hand on my forehead.

He ended up hugging me anyway. And I ended up hugging him back anyway.

I felt his hand slip in my back pocket.

"You nasty." I say slapping it away.

He snickers. I let go and I cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm sorry." He laughed.

"How am I suppose to take your apology seriously when you're laughing?!" I ask.

He just laughed more. I punched him on the arm.

"Just sit down so I can start your makeup." I say pushing him in his chair.

After im almost finished with his makeup, I felt my phone ring in my pocket and I answered.

"I’m starving here Amira." I hear Jack's voice answer.

"Oh my gosh, okay, on my desk there is a 20 dollar bill, buy FOOD. Not CIGARS." I say clearly.

"Okay thanks baby." He said.

I blew some hair out my face and I stared back at Tupac who was staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"What?" He asked.

I smiled.

"just turn your head around." I say.

After I finish his makeup I stare at my watch.

"I have to go." I say packing up.

"Why?" He asked.

"My boyfriend probably bought 20 packs of cigars." I sigh.

"Well, okay." 

I went to the elevator and pressed the button hurried.

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I got some popcorn and sat on the couch next to Jack. I cuddled next to him.

"Why are we watching this again?" He asked.

"Tupac's my client and I want you to see how amazing my artistic skills are." I say clicking the TV on.

The interview started.

"Welcome Tupac." The interviewer said.

"Hey, hey." He said smiling. I smiled with him.

The interviewer asked a few questions about his career and Poetic Justice.

Then she asked about Janet and him.

"No, me and Janet are just friends." He said.

"So there's another girl?" She asked.

Tupac smiled then looked down and then looked back up. I felt my heart jump in my chest.

"Sorta." He said.

My jaw dropped. He never told me anything like that.

"oOoO Are you gonna tell us who?" She asked.

"Nah." He said moving uncomfortably in his seat.

"Will you tell us anything about her?" She asked.

"Alright, she's a person really close to me and she has the most beautifulest hazelish amberish eyes." He says smiling.

"Is she by any chance dark skin?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Is it by any chance Mrs. Pinkett?" She guessed.

My heart dropped. Jada Pinkett really? Why was I so jealous all of a sudden? I bit my lip.

"What? No. NO!" He said.

I felt my heart fall back in place. For a second there I thought that was true.

"What do you mean? We know you and Jada Pinkett have been in love since forever." She said.

"Nah, we just friends." He said.

"Then who is it?" She asked.

"I'm not saying." He giggled.

"Do you plan on marrying that girl?" The interviewer asked him.

In the back of my head I heard a voice repeating: No, no, no.

"Well, that’s up to her." He said.

The subject changed and they never brought the topic back up. I found myself yawning and falling asleep on Jack.