Mysterious Eyes [TrippieWrld]

꧁ Mikey ꧂

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Micheal's POV

Who's Husband?! Who's Jeffery?! What?!

"How's it gone vro? Hows the hubby?" Gazzy asked taking a chair and placing it at our table. "He's.. fine" Jarad replied forcing a smile. I noticed his eyes dropping. I wonder if everything's ok. By the looks of it, doesn't seem to be. "That good!" Gazzy replied patting Jarad's shoulder. Does this mexican nigga HAVE yell everything that comes outta his mouth?

"YO GAZZYBABY" Omar barked running towards our table. "Why aint you wait for me at the door."

"Cuz you take mad long slow ass" Gazzy pouted. Omar got behind Gazzy and begun making out in front of us. "Ew, get a fucking room or something!" I exclaimed disgusted at the disaster happening before my eyes, "Yall kiss like dogs too tf, lemme guess doggystyle is y'alls go to position? Dam!"

"Bitch stay hatin!" Omar woofed. "Peridot!" Gazzy's stupid ass chimed in. "Nigga its 'periodt' not fucking Peridot!!!" I snorted. "Watch how you talk to my baby" Omar barked.

"Bitch shut yo ass up 'for i take you to the vet so they put you down!" Gazzy and Omar continued their make out session ignoring everything I just said. These niggas really know how get on my nerves. I feel bad for Jarad. He aint come here to be traumatized or catch rabies from these jerks.

I decided to get up and rescue Jarad. I did a 'follow me' gesture and he nodded. We left the table and began roaming around the hallway. "Sorry about..well..them, they're outta they minds," I apologized while Jarad just nodded with small glimpse.

"So...You married? To who? How long?" I asked him. Shit aint mean to sound like a damn professor. "Damn am I repeating high school all over again?" he laughed putting his hands inside his cute oversized yellow hoodie. I giggled along with him. "Yes I've been married to Jeffery for like 7 months or so."

"Damn..."

"Everything good?" he questioned tilting his head. "Yeah Yeah," I lied, "He must be a great man, huh?" He looked down. His gaze reflected sorrow.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. "Must be nice to be ok," he mumbled. Ok, so this nigga SAD sad. "What's wrong? Unwanted relationship? Abusive relationship? I'll beat a nigga ass dont test me." He only glared at me and frowned. Those mysterious eyes hide something. There's something about him that drags me to study him more.

"Trippie Redd? Juice WRLD? Y'all ready?!" We both looked in the direction of where the familiar voice sounded. It was Thomas a.k.a. Diplo. He was waving at us as we headed his way.

I took a glance at Jarad before we headed inside the studio. "How you guys doing? Sorry I'm a bit late, got caught in some traffic on my way downtown," Thomas said sitting on the chair opening up his laptop. I swear this wigga has like 20 laptops just laying around in his house. I see him use a different one every damn day.

"We good mane," I said once again glancing at Jarad who was grinning all of the sudden. Nigga knows how to hide shit but his eyes ain't lie. There's something wrong.

...

Few hours passed, it was time to head home. I waited for Jarad who was calmly grabbing his things. I held the door for him once he got close, "Thank you," he said smiling. "Yurp."