Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Nigga, We In Public...?

(This one's pretty long just a warning)

Radio blasting, Jahseh pulled into a spacious parking lot. Palm trees swayed peacefully in the breeze, accentuating the colorful slides, ladders and such that poked out over a Spanish revival style wall. He and his group of friends with him could hear the thrilled sounds of people relaxing and having a great time at the huge waterpark.

Five people climbed out of the crammed black BMW, stretching themselves out. Jahseh's good friend Michael was reserved shotgun after arguing about it for hours with Stokeley. Symere and Jarad hopped out along with the unfortunate one, all three were crammed in the coupe's crevices somehow. It was an uncomfortable ride for all of them.

"Yo, Jah, why didn't we just take more cars? Or like a different one?" Stokeley spoke up. He'd mentioned this to Jahseh before the group had left, but he was sure the response would be the same now as it was previously.

"I like this fuckin car, Stoke, I gotta drive it whether you like it or not." The exact words Jahseh had spoken earlier reiterated themselves, to Stokeley's disappointment.

"We get it, you like this car, but I don't give be a fuck about that, we in south Florida, why ain't we just go to a beach?" Michael chirped in, and as the group walked up towards the front gate to the waterpark, his shoulder brushed against Jahseh's.

"Y'all gotta ask so many questions? How about we just have some fun today and forget about the car ride and wondering about pointless shit?" Jahseh shushed his friends and paid to enter. Miraculously the rest of his group remained quiet through the gate.

"Dude we all know that Symere tries to summon demons in the sand whenever we go to the beach." Stokeley piped up immediately after going through the gate, laughing.

"That may or may not be accurate." Symere said with a devilish smirk pasted across his face. Jarad immediately shoved the demonic guy's shoulder, subtle fear present in his eyes.

"Don't joke about that shit man! Thought about selling my soul once... but then I saw some videos from people and it turned me away. That's some scary shit for real." Hushing his voice, Jarad told his stories about his experience with soul selling. The others just laughed at him, he was the only one convinced that it was scary.

"Man you soft as fuck, that shit ain't scary." Stokeley in particular vocalized his amusement with the overly emotional guy. Eventually the look on Jarad's face told him he was hurt by this comment, so he lightly punched the guy in the shoulder before putting an arm around his neck, putting him in a light headlock. "Must be nice head ass quit whining I was just playing."

"Ow! Stoke get off!" Jarad tried to pull himself away but was unsuccessful. "You weigh as much as Michael fat ass!"

"What y'all sayin' about me back there? Y'all wanna get both us on ya?" Michael turned around from where he was walking ahead of the headasses with Jahseh, beginning to walk backwards. Jarad just sighed, not able to come back with another good retort.

"Both of y'all still fat though..."

"Y'all better shut the fuck up 'fore I- oof!" Just as Michael was about to respond again, he tripped over the edge of a pool they were walking by, splashing into the water. Everyone else laughed uncontrollably. The scene was beginning to attract attention from others who had begun to chuckle too. Michael came back up eventually, glaring at the boys who laughed at him.

"What was that Mikey? What were you gonna do to Jarad before you fell in the pool?" Jahseh sat down by the pool, cross-legged, taunting Michael. Stokeley joined in, leaving Jarad behind him. He propped himself up over the back of Jahseh, making a face at the guy who fell in the water.