~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.

 "Stop joking around, that wasn't funny." I say giving him an annoyed look.

 "That's because I wasn't joking." He said.

 My reaction made my hand connect with his face and I slapped him.

 "Oh my holy shit, I'm sorry, I-I you..." I say staring at him with a hurt look on his face.

 "Tupac, you can't love me like that. You know that, I..." I try to say.

 Then I remember how he explained about me, specifically how banging good I was and I was blushing really hard.

 I put my hand to my mouth.

 "I love you." He said raising his arms and dropping it.

 I stared at him for a long time my heart beating in my chest a fast pace. I dropped the urge to touch him and I sat on his chair in shock with my hand still on my mouth.

 He grabs me by both arms and gently picks me up to stands.

 "You can stop being shocked now." He said.

 I let my hand drop from my mouth and I swallowed for what felt like the first time.

 "So." I say.

 "Are you gonna kiss me now?" I ask awkwardly.

 "Do you want me to?" He asked.

 I was dying to nod but I just stood there letting him hold me up. 

 "Is it because of Jack?" 

 "Uh huh." I say looking into his eyes.

 "I've got competition." He said letting me go and punching his fist into his other hand.

 "Please don't hurt him." I say grabbing his arm.

 "I won’t, I'll just crush him." He says smiling evily. 

 "First mission on crushing him." He said turning to me.

 "Kissing you." He said with a smirk.

 Before I could argue he had already placed his hand on my back and his lips were on mine.

 I tried to fight back.

 "Get off me creep." I say pushing him back.

 He only smiled and tried again.

 "This is sexual harassment." I say after the 3rd try of him trying to kiss me.

 He tried again but this time he was able to slip his tongue in mine.

 My chest got tight and I could barely breathe. I felt my heart racing hard. I pushed him back.

 "I win! I got you red." He said.

 "S-shut up." I stutter.

 "Jack is gonna kill you." I say.

 "I’m not afraid of no punk." He said.

 "Why do you do this to me?" I sigh.

 "Because I love you." He said.

 "Stop saying that." I say feeling my face getting red again.

 "I love you, I love you, I love you." He kept saying.

 "You know what, I'm gonna kill you myself." I growl.

 "Sh." He said bringing me closer to him.

 I grabbed his face in my hands and I kissed him.

 "And that's how you kiss." I say smiling proud.

 "You make me crazy." He says grabbing me.

 I kiss him again.

 "You want more?" I ask.

 He nodded excitedly.

 "I'm just kidding, bye." I say loosing myself from his grip.

 "What?" He asks confused.

 "I've got a boyfriend." I say shrugging.

 "YOU TEASED ME!" He shouted.

 "Hell yeah I did." I say laughing.

 "See you tomorrow." I say.

 "Do you need a ride home?" He asked.

 "Nah, I’m gonna take the bus." I say.

 "Bye bye." I say waving.

"Damn." I hear him say after me. 

I feel the cold air hit me and I fight against the cold to get to a local bus.