Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

You Love Me?!

~Amira POV~

 "Tell me her name." I tease Tupac after he finished filming. We were in his tralier.

 He keeps looking the other way.

 "If you don't tell me, I'm gonna draw a kitty on your face. In permanent marker." I tease

 "I'm not telling you." He said.

 "Do I know her by any chance?" I asked.

 "Sort of." He said.

 "Chloe?" I asked.

"No, she's too bossy. She is always asking me when I'm gonna pay up for the week." He said shaking his head.

 I smirked.

 "Was it really Jada Pinkett?" I ask.

 "Nooo." He declined.

 "Tell mee." I whine.

 "Okay." He said.

 "Spill!"  

 "She has brown hair like yours." He said pointing to me.

 I took my braids out yesterday and I washed it and curled it.

 "Which I think is beautiful on you." He said.

 "You said that the minute you walked in." I say smiling and cocking my head to the side.

 "Stop changing the subject!" I say when he about to open his mouth.

 "And like I said, she has hazel eyes and her smile is crooked, which makes it even more beautiful." 

 "And she is really sweet, and she doesn't treat me like I'm too big, and she listens to me." 

 "She has so many secrets I still need to find out, but I want her to open up when she wants to." He explains.

 "I recently fell in love with her." He finishes.

 "Is she tall?" I ask.

 "No, she is normal height." 

 "And finally, her name starts with an A." He said.

 I nodded.

 "She sounds so sweet." I say staring up at him.

 "Not to mention she has the perfect body." He said making a woman's body and bring it close to him.

 "Nasty." I say slapping his arm as he laughs.

 "But, she's got a boyfriend." He sighed.

 "You're TUPAC." I say like its the most obvious thing.

 "Sweep her off her feet, wait, is her boyfriend Michael Jackson?" I ask.

 "No." He said.

 "Then you should be able to be banging her in the back of your car in seconds." I say.

 "I guess so." He said blushing.

 "Since when did you get so shy?" I tease him.

 "Because." He said looking down.

 "It’s you." He said.

 "It’s me?" I ask confused.

 "Yeah." 

 "Um, what’s ‘me’?" I ask.

 "The girl I was talking about, the girl that I love." He said looking up at me.

 The smile on my face disintegrates into a shocked face.

 Tupac liked me? He... loved me? No, he couldn't have. He needs to stop joking around.