Stolen (A Tupac Fanfiction Love Story) (Unfinished)

A Shooting Star

SORRY I KNOW ITS BEEN A YEAR AND A HALF SINCE THE LAST CHAPTER BUT ALL WELL HERE YA GO. ITS A LITTLE LAME BUT JUST GO ALONG WITH IT

~Amira POV~

1 month later

I stare deeply into the stars, feeling myself being pulled into a different world. I fall back when I feel Tupac shift in the grass and grumble a curse.

"Can't you just enjoy nature for once?" I laugh.

"Enjoy the colony of ants crawling up my arm?" Tupac sighed.

"And its cold." He finished complaining.

I turn over so I can hug him in the grass.

"Is it warmer?" I ask.

He was quiet. But I wished he would talk. Say something witty I urge in my mind.

I stare up at him. I wished I could find out what was going through his mind. So I could better understand him.

"Tell me." I say kicking his leg lightly with my boot.

"Nothing." He replied.

"If you say 'nothing', I know something's wrong." I say smiling.

I know this man more than I knew the back of my hand, but yet, I still didn't. I rested my hand on his cheek and he stared at me for a moment then looked back up at the stars.

"I feel so jealous of those stars." He finally spoke.

I blinked confused.

"They stare down at us looking pretty as we are down here struggling to survive." He says.

"I would do anything to be a star." 

"The grass is always greener on the other side." I blurt

"The stars are probably just as jealous because we can move, speak, breath, and love, and they can't." I say quickly.

"Stars are in love with us humans." Tupac adds.

"Of course, they're always following us around, staring for as long as they can." I add smiling.

"Look!" I almost scream.

A shooting star.

That was my first time seeing a shooting star. I have always lived in the city, so I could never really see the stars. But being out here on the country side was like a whole new world.

"It looked just like you when I first kissed you." I joked.

I remember in the trailer when he told me he loved me. And I teased him with a kiss. It was like his eyes had this gold glow in it.

"Shut up." He mumbled.

"Gimme a kiss." I say puckering my lips out.

He kissed them without hesitation. Feeling his lips on mine was a relief. 

"I keep forgetting how amazing your kisses are." He said after the kiss.

I laugh and I put my nose on his. Tupac always liked those.

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Tupac draped his arm over my shoulder as we walked back to the house we were staying in.

"Why do you always like to take me out of the city?" I ask wrapping my cold hand around his hand on my shoulder. It was warm and rough.

He has been taking me to many different states and sites and I enjoy them so much. 

"Because, a girl as beautiful as you deserves to see everything the world has to offer." He said giving me a crooked smile.

"You corny." I say looking away.

But I was blushing.

When we got into the house, I felt warmth crawl up me and I realized how cold I was outside. Then the drowsiness hit me and I was trying my best from falling asleep right there.

"I’m tired." I yawn.

"Then we can go to sleep." He says taking off his coat and kicking off his shoes.

I head for the bedroom and I walk past the kitchen. I stop and I see something on the brown table. It was a neatly wrapped box big enough to fit a child's head. The ribbon tied on it was red, and the box was white. I picked it up and it felt heavy. I opened the lid carefully and I saw a book. It had a plain black cover but a small name "Tupac Shakur" was at the top. It was thick and I stared at it curiously.

"It’s my journal." 

Tupac's voice made me jump. I turned and saw him leaning against the door frame with a serious face.

"Since you shared yours with me, I want to you know, share mine with you." He said shrugging.

Finally. I can get through his brain, figure him out. It felt like I was uncovering the biggest secret of the century. And he trusted me, I finally felt like we were getting somewhere.

"Can we read it together?" I ask eagerly.

"Sure, if you want." He replied.

"I want to laugh, cry, and smile with you. So of course I’m going to read it with you." I say grabbing his hand. I pulled him into our bedroom.