Angel (Jahseh Onfroy/ Xxxtentacion Fic)

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"Jahseh?" I spoke calmly into the phone.

"Ay baby girl!" He yelled into the speaker. He must've been drunk or high or something. He sounded really different. "How you doin'?"

"I uh, I just got home. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over but if you're busy it's totall-"

"I mean, right now everyone is a lit and they all finna crash here, but you can stay over tonight if you want. Half the niggas and hoes here already sleepin'."

"Um... text me your address." I said.

Dinner at my father's was excruciating, but he now has his little thought in his mind that I still care about him. He always calls me Rebecca, which scares me. To everyone else, he's just an eccentric business man! But I know who he really is and what he really is. He's a psychopathic murderer. So why do I not turn him in? Already explained that. Why do I still see him? Because he's crazy and powerful.

"Alright baby girl. See you when you get here." He said before hanging up. Almost immediately he shot me a text containing his address. I screenshotted it in case something happens and I lose it. With that, I left for my boyfriend's house.

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"Hey babe." Jahseh greeted me, embracing me. I smiled and hugged him. Behind him lied beer bottles and cans, bongs, pipes, and passed out men and women.

"Hi, J." I greeted him, holding him in my arms.

"J?" He questioned.

"I like it." I shrugged.

"So do I." He agreed, pulling me into the house and closing the door behind us.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah." He assured me, rubbing my arm.

"I just don't want to be here and bother you if you're like... drunk or something." I said awkwardly.

"Amira, I'm not drunk. High, maybe. But I'm not drunk. I can even recite the fuckin' alphabet." He told me. "A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j-"

"I get it, Jahseh." I chuckled. He grinned. He had such a cute smile.

"Aight then. Let's go to my wonderful room of beauty and magic and I can talk to you about whatever you want because I'm a good fuckin' nigga."

Yep, not at all drunk. *sarcasm sarcasm*

We walked into his bedroom and he closed the door behind us. His room was messy, like I'd imagined, with some random posters of musicians and anime shit. The walls were painted black and the curtain to the only window in the room was closed. It was very... Jahseh, I guess. Just uniquely him.

"What's on your mind baby girl?" He asked me

"A lot." I laughed.

"Where do you want to start?" He asked.

"Um, I don't know." I sighed. "I guess you."

"What'd I do?" He exclaimed.

"Nothing, J. You're perfect. I just, I can't give you what other girls can. I can't be that amazing girlfriend who's beautiful and good at everything and I can't-"

"Amira." He chuckled, sitting next to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Shut the fuck up." He laughed. "If I wanted some perfect, stuck up gold digger, I would've cuffed a groupie. Not a friend. I like you for you. I think you're amazing no matter what you can and can't do. Shut the fuck up."

"That was beautiful, Jahseh." I laughed. He grinned and placed a hand on his chest.

"I'm a deep ass nigga." He spoke in a funny tone, making me giggle more. "Seriously though, what else is on ya lil mind?"

"You... won't tell anyone about this, right?" I asked. He raised a brow.

"Nigga, you want me to not tell anyone?" He asked, sounding kind of hurt.

"N-no! I just... I've seen your shows and I've seen girls at your shows practically losing their shit over you and I don't want to get bombarded with like... death threats and shit." I explained.

"I get it. I mean, if you're trynna be serious with me and this relationship shit, I wanna say something eventually, but I can be lowkey for as long as you want." He shrugged.

"Alright. What about you? Anything you wanna get out of your system?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Um... lots of questions. You're so secretive."

"That's rich coming from you." I laughed.

"Five questions. Right now." He said.

"Alright. Favorite color?" I asked.

"Red and black. Next?"

"Favorite... food?"

"Steak. Next."
(Just a note, he said that he really likes steak so I went with it. Aight? Aight.)

"Goal in life?" I asked.

"Um... I mean, I got a lotta goals. I want to be a big time rapper for sure, I also got this thing bout makin' porn." He answered with a laugh.
(Also true. Fuckin' bible, children)

"Porn?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yeah. A video wit two people-"

"I know what it is!" I exclaimed quickly. 

"Aight then." He laughed. 

"Favorite movie?" I asked. 

"Dog Pound." He told me. 

(Also true)

"Favorite musical artist?" I asked him. 

"Um... me." He laughed. I giggled. 

"That's fair."

"Okay, favorite color?" He asked me.

"Black." I told him. 

"Dope. Favorite movie?" He asked. 

"Probably... Psycho." I admitted. 

"I fuck with that." He said, nodding his head. "Favorite memory?"

"That's a good one." I said, nodding my head. "My mother and I went to the movies one time and afterwards we grabbed some food at this stupid ass diner. She gave my this necklace that I keep locked in an old jewelry box and said that no one will ever touch her heart like I did. She told me that I changed her life for the better and that she'd always love me, no matter what happened. It's one of the few memories I have of her."

"That's sweet." He said. He actually seemed interested. He could've been faking though. But maybe he really did care. "Anybody you hate?"

"My dad and my ex boyfriend." I confessed.

"Damn. Aight, worst memory?" 

"That's hard as fuck." I laughed. 

"Probably... my mom dying." I told him. 

"That must've been really hard to deal with." He said, rubbing my arm. 

"Yeah." I sighed, looking down. "Let's get to sleep though. I have work in the morning."