I had to make a book with the two women I first fell in love with. Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome Janet Jackson and Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes in, "Dear, Ms. Jackson."
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Janet's POV
I stared at the ceiling lost in my thoughts.
"How you ain't got a man?" I chuckled and shrugged, shoving my hands in my pockets,
"I don't believe that's any of your concern, Mr. Shakur." He smacked his lips,
"Man, I told you. Just call me Pac. You don't see me callin you Ms. Jackson." I snickered,
"You should be." He rolled his eyes and smiled,
"Nah, when we hang out, I'm just Pac to you. Aight, ma?" I looked down at my feet and smiled,
"Ma?"
"Yeah, that's what I call girls." I nodded,
"Oh, alright."
There was something about the way he lived life with no worries.
"Get down from there!" I watched in horror as Pac walked on the edge of a cliff and smirked at me. If he were to fall, I'd never forgive myself. "Pac please!"
"I'm safe! Come join me!" My eyes widened,
"If I'm trying to get you to come down, why would you assume that I'd want to join you up there?" He rolled his eyes and ran over to me, quickly picking me up and propping me up onto his shoulder.
"How's this?" I squealed and held onto his neck tight. "Damn, ease ya grip, girl."
There was something about the way that he loved.
"Why don't you go tell her that you like her?" I smirked and crossed my arms as I leaned against the side of the school. He sighed and licked his lips as he paced around me.
"Nah, she's too bad." I arched my eyebrow,
"I thought you liked em bad. Wait- you called me bad before. Am I not bad enough?" He looked at me and grinned before laughing,
"It ain't nothin like that, ma. I'm just saying, she's the type to tell a nigga off. You a sweetheart." I nodded,
"I am a sweetheart, huh?" He smirked at me then looked back at her, "I can set you two up. She's in my third period class. I know everything about her likes and dislikes." He looked at me,
"Forreal? You'd help a nigga out like that?" I laughed,
"I don't see why not. First things first, she likes bold guys, but not too bold. Have confidence in yourself. Not arrogance."
He nodded and smoothed his shirt down before strolling up to her. I snickered and watched as he spit game at her. She turned to him and stared at him amused. After a moment or so, he turned back in my position and nearly ran over,
