~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. 

I fall on the ground screaming his name.

His body turns into dust and I try to grab on any source of air from him. 

I wake up screaming. I stare at my hands trying to detach the dream from reality. My throat burned and longed for water. I finally hear my phone ringing and I pick it up.

"Amira." I hear Tupac's voice.

I feel my anxiety go away. He was safe. He was okay. 

"Hey." I croak.

"You wanna go out soon?" He asked.

"NO!" I shout remembering the dream.

"Jeez, it’s just a bar."

"Sorry, I’m a little jumpy." I laugh weakly.

"You still wanna come?"

"I don't know. Maybe another time?" I consider.

"C'mon Amira." He insisted.

"No, but you can come over later." I say.

I didn't want us to be possibly walking down the street alone, or maybe the same thing would happen in my dream.

"Crap." I hear him say.

"What?" I ask.

"It’s snowing." He said.

My jaw dropped. Just like in the dream.

"Be safe." I whisper.

"Okay, see you later."

He hung up and I shivered in my blankets. This is what happens when I sleep on the couch. I was about to call him back when he called. I picked up.

"Can you say something? A quote. Just anything. I’m trying to finish my song and I noticed whatever comes out your mouth seems to make me think." He whispers.

"Okay." I say smiling.

"Genuine and true love is so rare that when you encounter it in any form, it's a wonderful thing, to be utterly cherished in whatever form it takes." I recite remembering the quote. 

"Gwendoline Christie." I finish.

It was silent on the phone for a while.

"I finished it." He said.

I smiled satisfied. 

"One day, I'll bring you up to the recording studio, maybe you can meet the boys." Tupac said shyly.

"I hope I can." I laugh.

"If you ever change your mind about coming to the bar..." He trailed off.

He told me the address and I noted it.

"Thanks." I say

"No problem." 

"Bye again." I say hanging up.

My stomach growled and I realize I’m starving. I automatically look for something to eat in my fridge. I make a huge ice cream sundae and I start to chomp on it.

"Why am I so worried about Tupac?! The dream was just a dream! And even if it wasn't, he can take care of himself." I shout my mouth full. 

"I’m crazy." I sigh.

I let my head hang as I take another huge bite out the sundae.. Manny comes running up to me wagging his tail. I smile and pat his head.

"We can play in a few minutes." I reassure him.

He whimpers for the ice cream.

"Bad Manny, you know chocolate is bad for you." I say pointing the spoon at him.

He walked away. I sighed and took a biscuit from the bag of biscuits I kept on the table and threw it at him. he caught it and ate it quickly. He jumped around happily. I giggled.

When I was taking my last spoon of my ice cream, I felt Manny pushing his nose on my knees and I stare into his eyes. He looked like he was pleading for something.

I don't know if something clicked but I realized what I was doing wrong. I had to protect Tupac. Not stay away from him. Right now, he could be held at gunpoint and die. But if I’m there, I can save him. 

I grab my Jacket and I clip on Manny's leash on his collar. Then I realize I probably looked like a mess. I ran in the bathroom and I brushed my hair down and it reached just above my shoulders. I put a headband on and I put on quick lipstick and mascara. 

When I came downstairs, Manny looked excited to finally go out on a walk. The minute I opened the front door, he was already running.

"SLOW BOY SLOW!" I scream.

He walks a little slower. The snow was light but cold. I squeezed my fingers in my glove to thaw them.

I had a feeling I would regret this. Big time.