Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

The Nightmare

~Tupac POV~ 

I paced my empty recording studio. I was trying to come up with perfect lyrics to finish up my song. But this was harder then it looked. 

I felt my pager beep. It was one of my homies. I ran for my phone. I dialed in their number and they picked up.

"PAC, WHO'S THAT GIRL?" I hear Omar ask.

"Who?" I ask.

"You in the newspaper with that girl, sleeping on the bench." He said.

"Do I look good in it?" 

"Of course, except I see a little crust on your bottom cheek." He said.

"Shut up." I say.

"Her name is Amira. She came home with me." I say.

"You got laaaid." he laughed.

"Nah man, I had to work for it, she was making a huge fit about me with other woman." I said.

"Wait, she's serious?" 

"Yes! I love her." I say.

"Now you're telling me?" He asked.

"Was she good?" 

"Yes! I only pick the best." I joke.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at this stripper bar later." He said.

"I don't know I’m in a relationship now." 

"C'mon! The whole underground will be there." Omar pleads.

"Ight, I'll be there." I agree

"We gonna pick you up at 8pm." He said.

"Okay, but don't expect me to be touchin’ ass." I say.

"Sure." Omar said sarcastically.

"Hey-" 

He hung up.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock.

It was only 7pm. I could come up with lyrics by then. I started to think of Amira; maybe I should invite her with us. 

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~Amira POV~ 

Tupac wrapped his hand in mine and I stared up at him as the snow fell lightly. 

"I had an amazing time." I giggle.

"Not me, I had to stay away from all that ass for you."  He grumbled.

"Stop playing." I laugh throwing a punch on his arm.

He is about to kiss me when a loud bang ran through the air. I felt his grip on my hand lessen and I start to shake.

There was blood coming from his chest. He coughed. I screamed.

"Don't let go of me." I say feeling a ball in my throat. 

"Amira..." He whispered.

"Please!" I scream grabbing his body.

I start crying. I wanted to see who shot him, but I didn't want to know. That wasn't what mattered most.

He becomes heavy on me.

"Baby?" I whisper.

I feel a light heart beat come from him and then nothing.