Please excuse any grammatical errors

January 15, 1992

~Tupac's P.O.V~

"So, what you finna do the rest of the day?" I asked Tia over the hotel phone. We been on it for about 30 minutes now.

"Exercise downstairs, then I'm going to just relax. My back hurting it's gonna be on ten after I workout." It's those big ass titties of hers.

"Oh, a'ight then I'll guess I'll see you tomo when I get there."

"A'ight dude, I guess I will."

"Okay, bye."

"See ye!" She said still holding the phone.

"Are you gonna hang up, or what," I said cracking up.

"Okaaayyy, bye," She hung up laughing.

Tia is a cool girl, she reminds me of one of the boys, except girly and smarter. We both have the similar views on society, she was very vocal with me on that topic. She stood by what she said, and she's very afrocentric. She's the only other woman I talk to, beside Jada and of course my mama. It was two days before the Movie Premiere, and I was in New York. I told her I'd be back to New York tomorrow, but got here this morning. It just so happen that I'm staying in the same hotel as she is. Okay, it ain't no coincidence!

I waited another thirty minutes, then got up and made my way downstairs to the workout room. I looked around for a moment, then saw Tia bending over near the treadmill a bit out of breath. A guy was walking towards her. He was about the same distance I was away from her.I walked up to her and put my hands over her eyes. Right before I did, the guy saw me, turned around to go back in the direction he came from. I saw her shrug her right shoulder, and something fell down into her hand. She flipped the object and it was a blade and held it against my neck.

"Get the fuck off me!" She held the knife up to my neck. I swear it happened all in a span of 4 seconds.

"Tia chill, it's just me Tupac." I told her calmly while dropping my hands.

"Why would do that!?" She yelled, quickly putting her switch blade back underneath her long sleeve crop top. Her yelling caused people to look our way.

"Yo, chill..." I said putting both my hands up in surrender, "My bad."

"Excuse me ma'am, is there a problem here?" A woman came looking me up and down, then at Tia.

"Yes, everything is fine," Tia gave a small smile.

"You sure," she gave her a certain look. You know how people talk with their eyes.

"I'm sure, thank you though," the lady smiled at Tia then walked away.

Tia, looked at me, "Why would you do that? And please don't touch my face again."

"Okay, I won't. I was just trying to surprise you, ye know..."

"Surprised I am. Look at you, you shaved you head! You look nice, Bullet Head." She said rubbing my bald head.

"Bullet-Head? Dang, why I gotta be all 'at? I know, I a nigga looking real good, but a bullet head I am not!" I spun around.

"Your head is a bit pointy at the top. I'm just now noticing how nice your eyebrows are." She said laughing, a man who was lifting weights near us laughed as well. I looked at him and he stopped.

"You look good too, you done lost a few pounds since the last time I seen you."

"I do- I did," she asked getting a little giddy.

"Yeah. Where did you learn that from?"

"As a black woman in America, who travels around ALONE, I needed protection. So I took lessons in defence and shooting, and got license to carry weapons. So how you know I was down here," she responded then asked me with a confused expression.

"You told me on the phone, remember? Or do you got Alzheimer's?"

She popped her lips, "I remember now," she then laughed.

"Come on, people are in our business." I looked at the dude lifting weights near us. I was about to grab her hand but she quickly moved it. I completely forgot she's a borderline germaphobe, which is why she doesn't like people touching her.

"Wanna hang?"

"Yeah, let's go to my hotel room. I have to get cleaned up."

"A'ight." I let her walk in front of me to lead the way.

When we made to to the elevator, she pushed the button with her shirt covering her finger.

"Your floor is right above mine."

"Is it?" She said rhetorically, but I still nodded. When the elevator started she started to noticably breath unevenly.

"You good, over there?"

She took a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Why you lying for?"

"I- I'm not, I'm fine dude." She said clearing her throat.

"Yo, you real life scared of the elevator?" I asked her with a raised 'brow.

"I'm not!" She said with a shaky voice. The elevator opened, for some other people to come in. That caused her to move closer to me. These dudes look mad familiar, then again they all had on shades. I looked back at Tia.

"Mm, yeah OKAY." I said only loud enough to where she could hear.

We arrived at her floor, those dudes from the elevator followed. I kept my eyes on them, making sure they ain't try nothing funny. We stopped at her door, while they took the one next door and one across the hall. I kept my eyes on them until they entered their rooms. Who would, if they saw four niggas dressed in trench coats with shades in the hotel? The hotel lights bright but not bright enough to wear shades. She grabbed the hotel key, leaned down to open the door with her crop top.

"You are too much." I shook my head at her.

"Wha- how?" We stepped in her room and a hungry aroma hit me. She looked at me and then my shoes, I got the hint as I took them off and she followed suit.

"You not touching anything."

"Not really," she trailed off.

Her hotel room had a small kitchen. As we walked closer the aroma got stronger and stronger. I inhaled deeply.

"Mm, what you got cooking in here?"

"It's just some spinach and shrimp Alfredo. You want some?"

"Mhmm. You know I never heard of people putting spinach in Alfredo?" Her jaw dropped.

"Are you serious dude!?"

"Yeah, as serious as you were when you pulled that knife on me."

"I'm sorry. I don't know if I apologised for it but I doing it now."

"You didn't, I accept."

We headed towards the kitchen, she turned the low stove off, then pulled the foiled covered dish out on the stovetop. As soon as she pulled that foil back the crunchy goodness showed. You know that look macaroni have fresh out the oven.

"I hope you like it baked."

"I never tasted baked Alfredo."

"Today's the day you do, I like the slight crunch" she pulled out some paper plates, forks a big silver spoon. She rinsed the utensils off. As soon as she dug that spoon in it and it parted, that good sound came from it. The sound of mixing macaroni.

"That's that good shit, give me some extra." She looked at me with a knowing look.

"That's what he said," she laughed.

She handed me my plate, staring at me waiting for me to taste it. I put it into my mouth; PURE BLISS.

"Mmm, this shit bomb," I told her smacking on it, she began to cheese real hard.

"Thank you," she continued to cheese.

"Hey, I thought to said you're on a diet or something?"

"I am. It's a semi- diet" She said defensively. I laughed which caused me to choke a bit.

I swallowed food I was choking on, "Well, this don't taste like no damn diet. What the hell is a semi-diet," I shook my head, still laughing.

"I only eat once a day at a certain time."

"So a fasting-diet?"

"Yeah I guess you can call it that." She shrugged.

"Ain't no you guess. Either you are or you not." I laughed almost choking again.

She made her plate,put it in the microwave to sit, then put the foil back over the glass baking dish. We went into the small living room of the hotel, I sat down on the couch.

"You can do whatever, just don't mess up. You're welcome to get more if you are still hungry. I'm gonna go take a quick shower. A'ight?"

"A'ight." I replied, she then left out the room.

Grabbing the remote off the table, I sat down and back while finishing up my meal. I was watching Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Two episodes later, she came out in a big t-shirt, some shorts, and a bonnet on.

"You said 'a QUICK shower'. What'd you do drive to the ocean to do it?" I asked sitting up.

"It WAS quick."

"I watched two episodes and a quarter of Fresh Prince, which is close to an hour. If that was quick I hate to be the person waiting on you when you take a LONG one."

"Whatever," she said in a sassy tone.

She went into the kitchen to turn her plated food on, and putting the foiled covered food in the refrigerator. She came back with her plate and sat down in the chair near the couch I was sitting in. We watched sitcoms and talked for the rest of the day until we fell asleep.

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

I walked into the kitchen to see Dalvin pouring shit ton of brown sugar in the Kool-Aid container.

"Boy, you nasty as fuck!" I told him disgusted, which scrunching my face.

"I told you before how much I like my brown sugar. When I said that I ain't just mean my women, I meant in general. What flavor grape or red?"

"Ion want none of that nasty shit. Who the fuck pours the sugar in the wat before the sugar anyways?"

He shrugged, "More for me then."

I went and got a new carton of apple juice out and drunk from it, with the refrigerator still open.

"Ew, man what the fuck. I drink some of that too, at least get a cup," Dalvin interrupted me.

"We blood, it shouldn't matter."

"Yeah, but you eat coochie, don't nobody want to drink of you."

I moved the carton from my lips, "I haven't done that in years. I'm pretty sure you do too, so calm your ass down." I lifted it back up to my lips to continued drinking.

"I don't care if it was ten years ago, you still did it."

"That would make me twelve, you sick fuck."

"Man, just get a cup next time!" He said a little agitated, I chuckled a bit, and continued drinking from it.

Dalvin mumbled, "He still gon" do that shit in my face, wow."

"Yo you sound like a bitch right now," I burped loudly, and continued drinking it.

"You sound like a bitch right now," he mocked. I just chuckled and continued drinking. I'm thirsty as hell. Then I heard loud slurping. It was Dalvin tasting the Kool-Aid from the spoon with those big soup cooler of his.

"Could you slurp any louder?"

"Heh, that's what she said." He's just as childish as they come.

"You got your stuff all packed up, we leaving today."

"Yeah. Damn, I forgot we were leaving today. I made this new thing of Kool-Aid for nothing."

"It'll still be here when you get back."

"It's not the same!"

"Just get your ugly ass dresses, so we can dip!" I screwed the top back on the carton, and burped loudly into the air.

"Ugly? I look like you. So when you talk about me you talk about yourself. Stank breath ass! Be having morning, noon, and night breath."

"Hah, you getting me mixed up with K-Ci."

"Somebody said K-Ci?" K-Ci said peaking his head through the kitchen entry.

"How you get in our house? This ain't no sitcom. As soon as we said your name you came in here on cue."

"Dalvin let me in. You ain't see me sitting on the couch?" K-Ci asked.

"Nah, the blinds are closed in there, so I couldn't see you if I tried."

"First of all it's morning time! Second off are you referring to my DARK skin, you bright eyed nigga?" K-Ci asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm referring to." I shrugged carelessly.

"Wow," K-Ci and Dalvin said in unison.

"First you don't like black women, now it's your black brothers. That's a disgrace." Dalvin said in a disappointed tone, while shaking his head.

"Hold, on I never said I didn't like black women. Get it straight sweetheart!" I snapped my fingers.

"Could have fooled me! We ain't EVER seen you with a black woman," K-Ci said.

"I dated a half black woman, and had a full-blown relationship with her."

"This nigga is dumb as fuck. Anyways, I'm about to get dressed so we can go to the hotel." Dalvin told us put his Kool-Aid in the fridge.

Dalvin and I were ready to roll so we were just waiting on the Hailey brothers. We heard a knock on the door, Dalvin got up to open it, and it was the Hailey brother with their suitcases.

"A'ight, we ready let's dip." K-Ci said with a hand gesture.

"A'ight, daddy." Dalvin said which caught us all off guard.

"Nigga, what the fuck you call me!?" K-Ci said angrily.

"He ain't mean it like that fool! He meant as in you tryna boss us around as if you the boss. My brother ain't like that." I said taking up for my brother, and angry at the fact that he thought he meant it another way than what he really meant it as.

"Right, chill dude! Once again ion like niggas, and I damn sure don't like yo ugly dog faces ass like that!" Dalvin said angrily.

"Y'all, let's go. 'Fore people come out they apartments looking at us funny or call five-O." Jojo said, in a hushed tone.

"A'ight," We stepped out the door, Dalvin locked it.

Then we all head to the hotel. We should have left earlier because traffic was being a straight bitch. Not to forget snow covered ground, we saw at least three car crashes on the way. What should have taken us twenty minutes from where we live to the hotel it us almost an hour. We already had reservations, so our rooms were ready. We just needed to check in, and get the keys. We entered the elevator and we let K-Ci push the floor number. I noticed a white couple in there, when we entered the gripped her purse tightly. I began to look for our rooms, realising it was the wrong floor.

"You dummy! You pressed the wrong floor number!"

"My bad, it was an accident!"

"It clearly says 19, not 16!" JoJo said to him.

"I said I was sorry!"

Dalvin told him, "Now we gon have to wait a long time for the elevator to stop on this floor again."

"Dumb nigga!" I exasperated towards K-Ci.

K-Ci threw his hands up and rolled his eyes, "Look, ain't gon' be no more sorry's coming out of me. So y'all mad asses better get unmad."

"That ain't even a word." Jojo laughed.

"Nigga, you just mad that you had to walk a few extra steps. With yo fat ass." K-Ci shot back at his younger brother, I just shook my head.

The elevator stopped and opened, we all stepped in. There was a black couple in there. As soon as we stepped in she moved over closer to the guy. I noticed we didn't have to push our floor number. I stood right behind the girl. The girl had a nice body, with a large afro. She looked like she just finished working out. Her titties were HUGE, and that crop top were hugging them just right. Her butt was popping out through her workout leggings, right along with her hips.

"Mm, yeah OKAY." I heard the dude say to her quietly. I laughed at the way he said okay. He said it with hella emphasis.

The elevator stopped at our floor, the couple stepped off first. We all headed to our rooms without a word being spoken to one another. My rooms were next to the couple. I hope they aren't freaks, and don't keep us up all damn day. JoJo and I shared rooms this time while K-Ci and Dalvin shared the one across the hall. Walking further into the hotel room I noticed a kitchen. I looked over to Jojo.

"You would get one with a kitchen." I turned to him.

JoJo chuckled, "A man's got to eat, and I wanna cook."

"But you can't really cook."

"I can always learn." He shrugged.

"Yea- No. No, not with me in here."

I picked walked past the kitchen and picked the biggest room, and set my suitcase down. I looked around and sat at the little desk that was in there.

"You would pick the biggest room." Jojo came into the room and sat down.

"You know what they say the early bird gets the worm. While you were trying to see about the kitchen, I was worried about the room."

"You right, you right." He got up and I saw him go back to the kitchen.

"Don't touch that stove, I ain't tryna die. Not today!" I yelled into there.

I took out my little bag, and dumped the weed onto the table. I picked out the seeds in stems, crushed it and rolled it into a blunt. Inhaling I laid back and exhaled the marijuana. I just wanna chill for the rest of the day.

Word Count: 3070

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