Silent Nights {Joey Bada$$}

six

"Maybe you should write some music." I say, rubbing his shoulders. "Use this anger and negativity for something else instead of... you know."

"I can't write, Camille. I don't want to write."

I had to keep trying. Although I hadn't had a dream about Jamal or any messages/warnings lately, I was still going to try. I had to still try. I did it out of love. My love for Joey. He needed someone who could fill in the role of the angel on his shoulder because his was missing. It had gotten sick and I was the understudy.

I didn't mind at all. It gave me purpose. It made me feel important and as if now he really needed me and he couldn't just toss me aside. Now that I was given the job of shoulder angel -one given to my by both the previous angel and Jamal-, he couldn't lose me. Who was going to help him if I wasn't around?

Unless Jamal had also reached him as well.

"Joey-" I was interrupted by his phone ringing. He looks down at it before quickly hiding the screen from me and pulling away.

"I gotta take this." He says, quickly getting up and leaving me, making my eyes narrow.

I plop down on the couch, arms crossed.

Who the hell was that?

'Your worst enemy.' A voice says, making me freeze up.

It was just me and Joey in the room. Who the hell else could be here.

'It's me.'

I swallow, slowly looking down at my arm and pinching it hard. Fuck.

"I'm going crazy." I mutter, closing my eyes.

'Maybe. All I know is that Joey stupid ass is getting himself caught up. And we don't need that.'

"Well, what do I do, Jamal? He doesn't listen to me. I try, can't you see that?" I ask, actually looking over. He was clear as day, as if he was really just... sitting there talking to me. What the fuck.

'I know, Cammy, but... you gotta try harder.'

"How? What more can I do? Jo-Vaughn is so fucking stubborn it's infuriating!" I groan, closing my eyes. It was weird. I was talking to a spirit. I was talking to someone who had died recently and I wasn't going crazy. "Can't you help me, Steez?"

'I'm not Joey's guardian angel, I'm yours, darling.' He says, crossing his arms. 'Your future doesn't look too bright going down this road. You gotta try harder Camille.'

"What? Jamal-"

'Shh, he'd coming. Don't wanna look crazy or some shit.' He says, giving me an amused smirk. 'I'll catch ya C.'

Seconds later, Joey walks in, stopping and looking over at where Jamal was sitting.

"Jo-Vaughn?" I ask, looking over at him.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and exhaling. "Sorry, it uh- It felt like Steez was in here." He says, shaking his head.

Now I felt guilty. It felt as if I was stealing Jamal. He was my guardian angel, he was talking to me and communicating to me through dreams. He was all these things to me and not Joey, yet he was close to Joey all his life.

He walks over, taking a spot next to me and rubbing my leg. "So, who was that?"

"Kwon." He says.

'Lying ass nigga.'

"Are you lying to me, Jo-Vaughn."

"Oh God, Camille." He groans, pulling away and getting off the couch.

"I was just wondering, Joey. You hid the phone from me so fast, what else am I supposed to think?"

"I didn't hide the phone-"

"Yes you did, Jo-Vaughn. You fucking-" I shake my head, going back down. "Nevermind. It was Kwon."

"The fuck I gotta lie for?"

"I said it was fucking Kwon, so what the fuck you still yelling for?" I shout back at him. "Shut the fuck up Joey, on some real shit!"

He glares at me before storming down the hallway and slamming the door closed.

"Fucking bitch." I mutter, looking down.

He irritated my whole ass life.