September '89

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{Sorry for such a skip and if the chapter is ass I'm so sorry I was In an issue when writing this part}

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(Outfit in the multi media)

The clock ticked, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me.

My birthday celebration was supposed to be a night of joy, marking a significant milestone in my career and my life.

Something Real had been released to critical acclaim, and the sales were better than I could've ever expected. Fans were buzzing, the industry was taking notice, and I was living the dream.

But even in the midst of all that success, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the unspoken tensions that had been building behind the scenes.

Cube had been distant for weeks now, and I could tell it wasn't just because of the pressures from the industry.

Something deeper was happening with him, something he wasn't ready to talk about. And the guys? Well, they were all caught up in their egos, the money, and the way things had changed since the early days of N.W.A. There was a distance, a growing gap between the tight-knit family I once knew and the fractured group we had become.

And then there was Eazy. My Eazy. My constant. We had been through so much together, and our bond had always been solid. But lately, even he had been acting strange.

The easygoing, playful Eazy I had known seemed to be slipping away, replaced by someone more guarded. There were moments when I'd catch him looking at me like he had something to say, but the words never came.

Tonight, I was supposed to be celebrating. But a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

It wasn't like Eazy to miss something important to me, especially not my birthday. I couldn't help but wonder where he was. What had changed? Why wasn't he here with me?

My thoughts were interrupted when I received another message-this time from Navy, one of the few people who had always been there to support me from the beginning.

She had a way of calming my nerves, of grounding me when the world felt too chaotic.

Happy Birthday, Korina! she texted, the words lighting up my phone. I hope you're having a blast tonight!

I smiled at the message, typing out a quick response.

Thanks, Navy! It means a lot, seriously. Funny thing, Eazy and I's birthdays are so close, maybe we were meant to be soulmates, huh?

I hit send, but the smile quickly faded as my eyes scanned the room again. Where was he? Why hadn't he shown up yet? I tried to push the worry aside, focusing on the party. It wasn't just about me.

It was about the people who had helped me get to this point-the people who believed in me when nobody else did.

As I mingled with the crowd, I tried to focus on the present. Celebrities, producers, and other artists filled the space. The music played, the champagne flowed, and people were laughing and dancing.

It was supposed to be fun. I was supposed to be having fun. But the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach refused to go away.

I kept scanning the crowd, my eyes lingering on the door, hoping to see a familiar face.

The night stretched on, and still no sign of Eazy. My mind kept racing, trying to figure out what could possibly keep him away from my celebration.

He had always been so supportive, so involved in everything I did. Why wasn't he here tonight?

The sound of heavy footsteps made me turn my head, and I was greeted by the unmistakable presence of Suge Knight. He strolled into the room like he owned it, his entourage following closely behind.

The moment he stepped through the door, the energy in the room shifted. People tensed up, conversations quieted.

It was always like that when Suge was around. Not knowing what he would become in the future,You could feel the weight of his power, the danger in the air. I didn't want to deal with him tonight. Not when I was already so on edge.

I tried to ignore him, focusing on the music and the conversations happening around me, but my mind kept wandering back to Eazy.

Where was he? Why was he so quiet? Was it something I had done? Was he upset with me? The thought gnawed at me, and I couldn't shake it.

A few minutes later, I was talking to Dre and Doc, two of the people who had been there for me since day one. As we chatted, I saw a familiar face in the crowd-one I hadn't seen in a while.

It was someone I had always respected, and seeing them here tonight made me feel a little bit better.

Maybe the night wasn't as bad as I thought. I was surrounded by people who cared about me, and that should have been enough.

But then, as if on cue, the door opened once more, and this time, I couldn't ignore it. I felt my heart race as I turned around, expecting to see anyone but who I was hoping to see. And there he was. Eazy.

He was standing in the doorway, looking around the room like he didn't know what to do with himself. His usual confident stride was gone, replaced by something I couldn't quite place.

He looked... lost. The moment our eyes met, I felt a mix of relief and confusion.

"Eazy," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "Where have you been? Why weren't you here earlier?"

He didn't answer right away. He just stood there, watching me, his face unreadable. The tension between us was palpable, and I could tell something was weighing heavily on him.

"I... I didn't think you'd want me here," he finally said, his voice low.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, frustration rising in my chest. "Of course, I wanted you here. It's my birthday. You're my best friend. You're supposed to be here with me."

Eazy sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked tired, worn out in a way I hadn't seen before. "Things have been... complicated, Korina. With everything going on... I didn't want to bring the vibe down."

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. Eazy had always been the one to lift me up, to make me feel like everything was going to be okay. But now, it felt like he was pushing me away, and I didn't know why.

"I don't care about the vibe, Eazy. I care about you being here. I don't want to be alone tonight," I said, my voice softer now. "You're my family. You're the only one who really understands me."

Eazy stepped into the room, walking slowly toward me. He was still distant, but I could see the conflict in his eyes. It was like he wanted to say something but didn't know how.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I've been thinking a lot about things. About us. About everything. And I just... I didn't want to mess things up. But I realize now that I've been pushing you away."

I could feel the walls between us beginning to crumble. The tension was still there, but now there was something else-an understanding.

"I don't want to lose you, Eazy," I said, my voice cracking. "You're everything to me."

He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. For a moment, there was silence between us, and in that moment, I realized just how much I needed him. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I couldn't imagine it without him by my side.

And then, in a quiet, almost hesitant voice, he spoke. "I don't want to lose you either, Korina."

We stood there, locked in that moment of quiet understanding, until finally, Eazy wrapped his arms around me. It wasn't a grand gesture or a big speech. It was just him holding me, and in that moment, it was enough.

I closed my eyes and let myself feel the warmth of his embrace, knowing that no matter what happened, we would figure it out together.

But as we stood there, lost in the comfort of one another, I couldn't help but wonder... What was really going on between us? Where was this going? And would we ever truly be the same again?

The night wasn't over, but for the first time that evening, I felt a sense of peace. Eazy was here. And that was all that mattered for now.