Angel (Jahseh Onfroy/ Xxxtentacion Fic)

10

February 7, 2017

"And we're on the road!" Stokely cheered as we all lounged around the bus.

"Fuck yeah." I laughed.

"Our concerts get hella lit. There be fights and shit girls showin' us they-" Pump told me.

"I think I get it." I said, putting a hand up as a way of telling him to be quiet.

"You're gonna have a shit ton of fun." Jahseh assured me.

"Plus we have good ass parties." Pump laughed.

"Dope." I said, taking a sip out of my water bottle. I pulled out my phone and saw that I had six missed calls. All from dad. Ugh. "I'll be right back."

I walked to the back of the bus and pressed on my father's contact, selecting call and allowing it to process. On the second ring, the old man picked up.

"What?" I asked.

"Hi, babydoll!" He greeted me. I scoffed.

"I asked what you wanted."

"I just hadn't heard from you. That friend Damien is still asking about you. I was going through pictures of your mother. You have her beautiful looks. Same hair, same eyes, same skin. It's uncanny. There's a picture of her brushing your hair. She's smiling."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Yes and no. Damien said you two needed to talk. Call him up." He said. "Love you babydoll."

"How can you act so fucking casual?" I spoke in disbelief. "Why are you talking like we're close?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Amira. Honestly, can't even have a conversation with you." He sighed. I scoffed and hung up the phone.

Background on Damien. He's a really obsessive, insane guy I dated for a while. Nice at first and then just... terrible. He showed up at my house randomly and would crawl through my bedroom window to come see me. When I was fucking sleeping. He did a lot of fucked up shit. He's nice if you keep him at arm's length, but dating him was absolute hell.

"You aight?" Stokely asked me. I nodded.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." I said, putting my phone in my pocket. We walked back to the front and sat down.

"So... ya'll wanna smoke?" Pump asked.

"Nigga! It's like eight A.M.!" Jahseh exclaimed as if was unheard of. Then he laughed. "So sure."

"How 'bout you guys?" Pump asked me and Stokely. I shook my head.

"I'm good." I said, pulling out my phone and opening Instagram. I scrolled through random pictures that people posted, seeing basically nothing interesting. I commented the usual compliments under selfies and liked pretty much everything because, well, what else is one to do on Instagram?

"I'll smoke a bit." Stokely said with a shrug. Pump looked back at me.

"I swear, I'm good. Thanks." I laughed, looking back at my phone.

Me: I'm so bored please answer!!!!

JenJen: I'm in bed with a hot guy. He's asleep, but like, you know 😉

Me: Ooh! Get it bih!

JenJen: How long r u gonna b gone??

Me: Probably like, a month. I don't know.

JenJen: Stokely's fine tho. You think he into Latinas?

Me: Bitch! I don't ask him about his preferences! He's like my brother. Shit would be hella weird.