Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Caught Redd Handed

(Please end my life for that title)

Clouds dotted the intense blue sky as the palm trees swayed outside the window. Midday had just passed, and two confused guys sat waiting at a table for three.

"Where the hell is Stoke?" An attractive guy with black and blond dreadlocks hanging messily around his face shattered the stale silence. He raised an eyebrow before checking his phone for any recent messages, to no avail.

"Probably late as per the usual. Who knows, maybe he actually showered this time." Another voice chimed in, lips stretched upward into a smile as he chuckled. Jahseh's best friend Stokeley was always late to anything he was invited to. Michael—who stared at his phone at the moment—usually made fun of the easygoing guy. The two of them had recently become pretty good friends, as both of them knowing Jahseh brought them together.

Jahseh rolled his eyes and shook his head, leaning back in the booth he was sitting in. Michael was positioned across the table from him, paying little to no attention to his surroundings. Sighing, Jahseh let his eyes wander for awhile before they eventually landed on Michael again. His good friend didn't notice his eyes on him, so there was no point in taking them off. Lazily, with his eyes only half open, Jahseh took notice of every detail on Michael's round face.

Usually large, brown eyes were turned downward, freckles dotted the soft cheeks beneath them. Caramel skin was framed with black dreadlocks, some loosely hanging in front of his face while others were lazily tied up in the back. Periodically his thin, somehow full lips would be curled upwards after something made him laugh. Jahseh unknowingly smiled at him, and one of those times Michael finally noticed him.

"You seeing something interesting?" Michael teased as he flipped a couple dreadlocks out of his face. A goofy grin was plastered on his face. Jahseh felt his own face heat up slightly.

"Uhh... there was nothing else to look at?" A feeble excuse came from the slightly embarrassed guy. He had to admit, however, something about Michael made him feel weird. They'd been friends for awhile, but he thought he could feel something more coming. The way Michael always—almost flirtatiously—smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders like a shy girl made some signal go off in his head.

"Uh... sure, yeah, there isn't a million palm trees or anything outside. A beautiful sky, girls passing by, literally anything other than my ugly ass?" Michael giggled. He called himself ugly quite often. Lookin at him again, Jahseh wasn't sure he'd call him ugly, he wasn't gorgeous or your typical definition of gorgeous, but there was a certain attractiveness to him.

"I don't think you're ugly, and that's just me being honest." Jahseh leaned forward in his booth across the table. Smiling at his friend, he took one of Michael's dreadlocks that still hung in his face and brushed it out of the way. "There is something about you that makes you attractive."

"Really now?" Brown eyes lit up at this comment, and before Jahseh could remove his hand entirely, Michael stopped him by taking it in his own. "Are you sure about that? Everyone else makes fun of me for how I look. Are you sure you aren't just into me?" Out of nowhere, Michael had started massaging Jahseh's hand with his thumb. Jahseh's eyes widened a bit and he looked back for a moment, then back at his... horny friend.

When he looked back, Michael's eyes were only half open, and he had a devilish grin on his face. Jahseh couldn't help but wonder if this was just being hidden all along.