Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
March 14, 1992
~Tupac's P.O.V~
"Yak, shoot the shit. God damn, you non-aiming ass nigga." I slapped his shoulder. He shrugged my hand off.
"Neva touch a man with a gun in his hand." He aimed again, shot, and only hit the corner of the paper.
"Nigga, do better. Let me show you how it's done." I motioned Kadafi to follow me to my booth that was next to his. I shot three bullets. I turned around to face Yak.
Kadafi threw his hand at me. "Nigga, that wasn't shit. You only hit his hairline."
"My arm twitched." I told him, shrugging my shoulders, putting the gun down, moving one of the ear parts of my headset away from my ear. My hands was sweaty, so I wiped them on my pants.
You're probably wondering how we get into the gun range. Well, if you was somebody working here I'd say I was 21, but we got fake ID's. I'm only nineteen going on twenty, Kadafi (Yak) is fourteen going on fifteen, and Katari (Kastro) is fifteen about to be sixteen. Me and Katari are blood cousins, and Kadafi is like my brother. Both of our parents were part of the Black Panther Party, so that's how that came about. Sekyiwa wanted to go to spend time with Tia.
Kastro cracked up holding onto Yak's shoulder. "I think he shot his hairline because he jealous that he 'on't got one no more."
"I cut mines on purpose nigga. What's yo excuse for yours looking like that? Yo shit look like it want to grow out but can't." I laughed at him, pointing to his head.
"Y'all both some cone headed niggas. I think that shit run in the family." Yak said patting my the top of my head.
"The difference between this nigga and me is that mines is smooth and his 'a hurt when you touch it." I pointed out.
Yak rubbed his hand against Kastro head. "Gawd damn that head sharp!" Yak yelled out, quickly pulling his hand away shaking it.
"Who told yo ass to touch it?" Kastro asked turning his head to the side.
"Y'all need to respect your elders." I pointed at them both.
"Elders? Nigga you a lil bit older than we is. Talm 'bout some elders." Kastro said shocked.
"Right, elders usually follow rules. Yo ass brought us here; illegally." Yak said lowering bis voice. "So, how the fuck you say elders? Plus I'm taller than yo short ass now." He said in a normal tone.
"Height ain't shit. I'm still older. My little sister older than you, and I tell her the same shit." I threw my hand at him.
"Shoot nigga!" Kastro slapped the back of my head, causing my head to push forward.
"Yo better stop that shit or imma take you outside and beat yo ass like a nigga off the street." I told Kastro in a serious tone. Although, I was just joking.
"Nigga this ain't Juice. Talking about a nigga off the street. You fuck ass nigga. You wouldn't hurt a fly. Who you fooling with that threat?" Yak squinted at me.
"How you even get that role, you ain't that hard. You did do good though." Kastro said dapping me up.
"Thanks cuz. Y'all ass must not know me. Remember I used to be a drug dealer. I know the streets." I pointed at them.
"For two fuckin' weeks, nigga that ain't shit. They had to stop you for being to nice to the fiends. Them niggas just started givin' you money instead." Yak said slapping his hand on his knee, doing the same as Kastro.
"But I ain't-"
Yaki cut me off, "Nahh, nigga. That was the icing on the cake, and the end of that story so come on. Let's finish these bullets off."
"I know yo bright ass didn't just me off like that. You know better." I pointed at them, putting the headphone on my ear. I motioned for them to do the same. We finished off the bullets and walked outside.
"What's up with Jada fine ass?" Kadafi asked from the back seat.
"Nigga, watch yo mouth. Ain't none really going on with us. I ain't seen her in a couple of months. What you know about somebody being fine?" I looked at him through my rearview.
"Shit, I know a lot. You take yo dick and stick it in some pussy." Yak said shrugging.
"Nigga, it ain't that simple. You don't just do that shit. You gotta wrap that shit up youngin'. You know all these diseases goin' around and shit?" I asked him.
"I mean, yeah. But you don't get that shit the first time you do it." Yak said.
"What!?" Me and Kastro said looking back at him.
"Yo, watch the road!" Yak said slapping me in my head. I turned back around to face the road.
"This nigga tryna kill us, and you tryna get yo'self killed. Talking about it don't happen the first time. Dumb ass..." Kastro said shaking his head at Yak.
"Let me school you. Diseases can get to anybody at anytime during unprotected sex. Y'all niggas ain't put here fucking is y'all?" I asked them.
I looked in the rearview at Kadafi and his head was dropped. When I looked over to Kastro, he was scratching his head. I shook my head.
"Y'all gon' answer?" I said with bass in my voice.
"I mean, I ain't a virgin no more." Kastro let out, still rubbing his head.
"You gon' cut yo hands rubbing the back of that head like that." Yak laughed shaking his head at Kastro.
"Nigga, answer the question." I said making eye contact with Yak.
"I'm still a virgin. When it was time to get down to the real action, I chickened out. But, I did get head once." Yak said getting back on the topic he was trying so hard to het away from.
"Why you so hesitant to say that? That's normal for most people. Even for niggas. Shit, even for me. That shit was scary as fuck. I lost mine back in Cali." I told them.
"You was like seventeen or eighteen when you went there. You was a senior? I lost mines before you." Kastro pointed out.
"Nigga, this shit ain't no damn race! Did y'all use protection?" I told Kastro, then to the both of them.
"I did, still do." Kastro replied.
Yak had a confused look on his face when answering. "Nah, you can't get nothing from head."
I shook my head at his response. "That's what they tellin' us now. We don't know what they 'a discover later on. For all we know it do pass from getting head too. At first they said only gay dudes get it, and that turned out to be false information from my research."
"You can?" Kastro asked me.
"Hell, yeah! Y'all mama and dad know y'all doing this shit?" I asked them.
Yak shrugged, "No..."
"Nahh, man. You know my mama 'a beat my ass if she found out. She 'a beat the girls ass too." He laughed.
"I'm being serious." I said, my voice changing to parental mode. I learned that from taking care of Sekyiwa. "That shit won't be funny when the very thing that make you a man fall off."
"F-fall off?" Yak asked stuttering.
I chuckled, "Hell yeah. That shit'll shrivel up and fall off. These diseases don't be playing out here. When they get you a part of you goes before you do." I internally laughed out loud. I got these niggas! "Y'all don't just be going out here stick y'all shit in anybody or thing. Be smart about that shit."
"Damn, a'ight cuz. Imma take note of that shit." Yak told me.
"For real, that shit crazy." Kastro said right after Yak finished speaking.
"Besides, that shit brings babies home. I know y'all folks don't play about that shit." I chuckled. "Y'all heard my shit. Y'all don't wanna be like Brenda or on the other side of being one." I said seriously.
Yak nodded his head "You right."
"I hope you ain't lying. You the same nigga that told us we can get somebody pregnant by kissing." Kastro pointed out.
I briefly turned to him. "Y'all was too young to know back then, and y'all wouldn't shut the hell uo about it."
Kastro gave me a look. "A'ight cool. Whenever I find you lying, I'm calling you out. Ion een care where we is at the time either."
I pulled up to the drive thru of Wendy's. I was definitely in the mood for that. We were waiting in line right now. I called Tia's cell, and she answered.
"Hello." She answered.
"Aye, put Sekyiwa on the phone." I told her.
"Dang, I can't get a hi?" Tia laughed.
I laughed, "Hello, lemme talk to my sister, the line getting shorter."
"K, dang... Here." Tia saud and I heard shuffling.
"Who is it?" I heard Sekyiwa ask Tia lowly.
Tia answered in a 'duh' tone."Your brother..."
"Hello," I heard Seky say into the phone.
I squinted my eyes. "Yeah, this yo brotha. Who else you expectin' a call from?" I asked skeptically.
"Nobody..." She trailed off.
"A'ight, what you want? I'm at Wendy's right now." I asked her.
"I don't want anything, I'm already eating right now."
"Oh snap, what you eatin' on?" If it's some good shit, I'm turning around and eating at T house.
"She made me some fried fish, bread stick, and some spaghetti. She don't put hamburger meat in her spaghetti. It's still good though." She whispered the last part.
I laughed at her comment. "She still got some left?" I asked. All of the sudden I'm in a mood for fish.
"There is, she ain't eat none. She had some grilled fish." She laughed.
"How much is left?" I asked driving up to the drive thru intercom.
"How may I help you?" The lady asked on the intercom.
"One second." I replied. "How much is left Seky?" I gritted my teeth.
"She made you some of you're asking. I got extra though, because I don't like going out all the time to eat. You BARELY cook, we always eating out." She replied in a snarky tone.
"Little girl-" I shook my head. "I'll be there in a minute." I told her then hung up.
"Where is my little cousin at anyways?" Kastro asked me.
"She older than you, talking about some little." I laughed. "What y'all niggas want from here?"
"Get me a muhhh' fuckin' uhhh... A chicken wrap meal with a sprite." Kastro sadi looking over the menu.
Yak said sticking his head out of the window at the menu."I want a triple cheese burger meal with a Hi-C. Yeah, gimme that. Wait, and a chocolate shake."
"Damn, yo lil ass hungry as hell!" I said looking back at him. "You heard that ma'am?" I asked the lady in the intercom.
"Repeat that, please." She responded.
"We want some uhh, what y'all say again?" I asked them. "Say it into the thing."
"I want a Hi-C, chocolate shake, and a triple cheese burger meal." Yak yelled from the back seat into the intercom.
"I want a sprite with a chicken wrap meal." Kastro repeated.
"You got that?" I asked her.
"Yes, what size?" She asked.
"LARGE." Yak, and Kastro said in sync.
"You heard it?" I asked again.
"Yes, sir. That'll be $12.83. You can drive up to the window." She said politely. I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and began to drive up to the window.
Kastro nodded his head."Yo, she sound fine as hell. You think I can get her number?"
I shrugged, "Man, ion know. Probably too old for yo ass."
"I will, watch." Kastro said confidently.
"A'ight, nigga we gon' see." The lady opened the window. I heard the back window roll up upon her opening up hers. I handed her the money, holding in the urge to laugh.
"Thank you," she closed the window. As soon as it closed I rolled mines up and bursted out laughing.
"Nigga!" Yak said out of breath from laughing. "That bitch ugly as hell. She look like a nigga too." He said in between laughter.
I wiped my eyes just as the lady opened the window. I rolled my window back down grabbing they stuff. "Thank you. Before we go, my friend here want your number." I handed Kastro the food.
"I'm flattered, but I'm taken." She smiled just like her face; ugly! Ewww.
"My bad. Have a n-nice day." I said holding my laughter and quickly drove off.
"Oh hell naw! You saw how she looked and still pulled this shit. Uglass bitch. SHE TAKEN!?" Kastro said shocked.
"She said that shit right?" I said still laughing.
"She's TAKEN, that means you had no chance. She hurt yo feeling bad, you thought yo ugly ass had a chance." Yak said to Kastro.
"Dawg, she ugly as hell. It don't make no sense to be that ugly. She ugly and big. Them two don't go together." I said still cracking up.
"I lost my whole appetite." Kastro shivered.
"Nigga you better eat that! I ain't pay for that shit for nothing." I told him glancing at him.
"I am, just not now. Imma eat whenever I get her whole image out my head." He replied.
I dropped them off at home, and spoke to my family for a little while, before heading over to Tia's. I knocked on her hotel room door. Seky opened it.
"I knew you wasn't on the way. It's two hours later and you just now getting here." Seky said moving over for me to enter.
"Where T at?" I asked sitting down on the couch.
"On the toilet."
"A'ight." I stood back up walking tk the kitchen area. I looked in the pot. It looked good. I was about to eat some.
"If you're thinking about digging into my pot, I highly suggest that you don't." I heard Tia say from behind me.
I turned around to face her. "I was just looking for my plate." I said startled.
"Mmhm, it's in the fridge." She pointed. "Top shelf."
I grabbed it, pulled the foil off, and put it in the microwave to warm it. "I'm finna smash this before I leave." I sat down in the kitchen.
"Nothing really." Seky shrugged.
"Mmkay," I said.
I didn't really care, as long as it wasn't nothing bad, but Tia don't be doing shit, she mostly stay to herself. I got up, opened the microwave, and grabbed my plate. I sat down and took a bite. Tia looked at me anticipating my reaction. Black women love to see someone enjoy they food. The lemon pepper on this fish is just right.
"This shit bomb. Whenever you find a man, and he taste yo food, he ain't gon' let you go." I laughed out. "Where the hot sauce at?" I asked standing up, licking my fingers.
"Dang, a compliment and a diss. That's a whole in one." Tia laughed. "News flash, I'm not looking for a man, they looking for me." Tia shot back looking at her nails, then up at me. "It's in thag cabinet." She pointed.
"Okay. Damn. My bad." I laughed.
"I be telling y'all that if you come for me, I'm coming after you harder." She said with a raised eyebrow.
~DeVanté's P.O.V~
Home, finally! It's cold as hell here, but I missed it. We all supposed to be moving to a bigger spot on the twentieth of this month. The Hailey's are moving in the same building as us, but not the same floor. I know that won't stop them from being the freeloaders they are, them niggas will find a way. They coming on the twenty-fifth of the same month. I'm moving so I can sleep at home, when Dalvin and Tionne get too loud. In the new condo, we'll both have our own sides, and imma soundproof my room.
"Feels so good to be back..." I plopped down on the couch.
"Yo mind ain't really left." Dalvin laughed.
"Fuck you, Dal." I slumped back on the couch. I made sure not to get too comfortable because I needed to leave right back out.
"Speaking of fucking, Tionne is on the way." Dalvin cheesed.
"Cool, it's a good thing that I'm about to leave." I stood back up and rolled my suitcase to my room.
I showered amd got ready to go to Da Basement House. I gotta make sure they all good, as well as everything else. I made sure to grab some mouthwash before I left. Just as I was leaving out of my room, Tionne walked pass me.
"Hey, De." Tionne waved.
"Wassup." I nodded and kept walking.
I know it was a bad idea to take a shower and walk out into the cold air. But, I had to, I need to get shit done, and make sure my people's straight. After a while I pulled up to the house, and got out. I opened the door with my key, this place looked like shit. I shook my head, shit ain't right. Niggas living foul in this bitch, and it smell foul.
"Yo!" I yelled out trying to get their attention.
"Kitchen!" I heard Melissa yell.
The kitchen was a complete mess, "What the hell? Why it look like this? And smell? What y'all been doin' when I was gon'?" I put my hand up to my nose, frowning.
"That's the boys. The girls been cleaning." Melissa (Missy) told me, stirring the pot of kraft macaroni.
"That's a whole lie, ion see no sign of cleanliness. From the front door to the back this shit looks horrible, from the front all the way to the back door." I said shaking my head in disappointment, pointing to the front then the back door.
"What's up De?" Elgin (Tornado) said coming up to me to dap me.
"This house. I told y'all, we got an inspection in like a week, and this place look terrible. It don't make no sense, for this house to look like this. This the projects, and y'all know they kick people out for shit like this. This shit got my name on the lease, and ion want nothing preventing me from gettin' other places." I said angrily.
"We just straightened up a little while ago." Tornado responded.
"Straightened up? If this is straightened up, I would hate to see it dirty." I frowned harder. "Open up the windows or some shit!" I dropped the hand that was covering my nose, and held my shirt up to my nose instead.
"It's too cold for that." Rolita said after a while of just standing there.
"To hell with that. Open the window amd light some incense. It smells like sweaty ass and weed." I shook my head. "Aye, y'all gon' have to clean this shit up."
I walked out the kitchen to look around the rest of the house. It looked the same as the rest of the house, besides one of the girls room. Mm, mm, mm, mmm, this shit don't make no type of sense. I'm disappointed as hell. This place has looked bad before, but this is by far the WORST it has ever looked.
"Yeah, y'all gotta do something about this." I said basically repeating myself. I went to the fridge, and it was some bad food in there. I closed that shit.
"Imma be back tomo, this shit better be cleant' up." I gave them some money. "Here." I pushed money into Missy's hand, she manages it better.
"What's this for?" She asked.
"This money is for groceries. I gotta go, I can't stomach this shit." I said leaving the house.
I hope the smell of the house ain't get on my clothes, because that shit stank. I damn sure ain't finna go home, them niggas finna be loud as hell. It's too late for the studio, I know a whole lotta gang members standing around the one I usually go to. They cool, but sometimes shit goes down at that studio. I ain't got my bodyguard, and damn sure don't feel like dealing with that. I pulled out a cigar, while the car ran.
I finally pulled off, with my cigar hanging out my mouth, knowing exactly where I was going. I pulled up to my destination, pulled my hood over my head, and walked into the cold night air. I put my cigar out in the snow and stepped on it. Upon entry, I waved at the person at the front desk, the one that was here on the first day. I walked to the elevator, and finally made my way upstairs. I was about to knock on the door, but it opened before my knuckles were able to come in contact with the door. It was Pac and his sister.
"Look who at yo door." Pac said turning his head in the direction he was coming from. He turned back around.
"Who?" I heard Tia say, and she came into view.
"Wassup. That bright eyed nigga. Why you got shades on at night, in the inside?" He said dapping me up, laughing.
"Ahh, I see you got jokes. Wassup, Lil Bill head ass nigga." I said back, he laughed shaking his head.
"Y'all need to find something else to talk about. These head jokes getting old." Pac laughed, "See ya." He said and his sister waved at me.
"See y'all." Tia said to them, and motioned me to enter.
I walled in and took my shoes, coat, and other winter stuff off. "What's goin' on?" I walked to the kitchen area and washed my hands.
"It smells good in here. Whay you make? I saw them with a bag to looked to be food in it." I said turning off the water, walking out the kitchen, drying my hands on my pants.
Tia answered back."Fish, spaghetti and bread sticks."
"You still got some?" I asked.
"Check the fridge. I knew you was coming back home, and figured you'd be here sooner or later." Tia chuckled, glancing up at me from the couch.
"That's what up! I'm starving." I said rubbing on my stomach, then opened the refrigerator. "The one with the plastic stuff on it?" I asked.
"That's the only one in there Donald." She said, I saw her shaking her head at me.
"Thanks." I snatched the plate from the fridge and warmed it up. After a minute, I took it out and went to sit down next to her.
"What made you so sure I would come?" I laughed slurping up some spaghetti.
"You usually come." She shrugged, turning on the TV.
I stopped eating, "Do I? Do I really?" I said with the straightest face I could show.
"Huh? Is it nasty or something?" She asked me, turning her head to face me.
"It is," I responded.
"They told me it was good." She frowned, with folded arms.
"Oh! You meant the food! This is actually good." I told her.
"What did you think I was talking about?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, arms still folded.
"I thought you was talking about what I was talking about. I guess not." I shrugged and began to eat again. "You tired?" I said looking at her low red eyes.
She smiled, and blinked hard. "Very," she softly chuckled.
"You mind if I crash here?" I asked her.
"You can," she said in a sleepy voice, leaning on the backrest of the couch.
"Thanks," I said taking a fat ass bite out of my fish. "Mm, this shit good. Sprinkled the lemon pepper on here!" I told her, hyping her up.
She laughed shaking her head at me. "Thanks."
"You know whay they say, right?" I said still eating. She turned to me silently, waiting for me to continue.
I stopped eating, and stared into her eyes. "The way to a man's heart is his stomach. You already got some space in my heart though. So, now you taking up more space." I told her seriously. Her eyes widened, and cheeks reddened.
"I-" she started but became silent. Tia then sank into the couch.
"It's good, you don't have to say nothing." I chuckled.
After I finished eating, I threw my paper plate in the trash, and made a cup of ice cold water. I sat that down on the table, grabbed the blanket from the top of the closet, and covered us up. She was falling asleep, so I grabbed the remote to change the channel.
"I was watching that." She grumbled.
"No you wasn't, you don't even like this show." I laughed, changing the channel to Cartoon Network, since M·A·S·H was on.
That boring ass show that nobody but old folks watch, like my pops. I was laying with my head against the armrest, her head fell onto my lap as she slept. She got a heavy ass head. She shifted in my lap, getting more comfortable. I'm not a big dude, so I know I'm not the most comfortable person to sleep on. She moved up until her face was on my stomach where there was more fat. I readjusted the blanket on the both of us. After watching two cartoon episodes, my head fell back and I finally fell into a deep slumber.
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