Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

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"I really, really do not want to do this, Michael..."

Raindrops spattered against the windshield as Jahseh drove through the storm, Michael sitting in the passenger's seat, looking solemn. The street lights created white dots in the fog and rain surrounding them, the dim glow around them hardly enough to light the way in the dark of night.

"I know... the only reason I made you the one to do this is because I wanted you to be the last face I see here..." Michael looked over at Jahseh with glassy eyes, sadness filling them to the brim. As Jahseh pulled into the small parking lot, he found a spot near the front of the run-down building and shut the car off. He looked over at Michael, tearing up as he caressed his lover's cheek with his hand. Michael leaned forward, placing his forehead on Jahseh's chest, whispering to him. "I wish I could stay, but I'll be back... I promise. If I had a choice I wouldn't be in this damned car right now, and we'd be right back where we were this evening, cuddled up in bed together, just sleeping the night away and I'd be wrapped up in your arms...."

"I just... I don't understand how they could be so ignorant... so cruel..." Jahseh could feel himself choking up, hardly able to push any words out. He lifted Michael's head off of his chest to look him right in the eyes. He lightly pressed his lips to Michael's forehead, leaving them there for a good few seconds. "You won't... you wont change, will you? You won't listen to a thing that damned priest has to say, will you...? You won't forget about me, you can't...."

"Jahseh no, how could I ever forget about you? You're literally the world to me... these fucking homophobic shits ain't gonna change me, I'm the biggest damn faggot the world's ever seen, besides you." Michael spoke softly to Jahseh, laughing after the last few words. He used he slang as a term of endearment, just as someone would use the "n-word". Jahseh just half-smiled, not completely convinced.

"I uh... I hope you know I hate your parents, Michael." Jahseh looked downward at the ground, listening to the thunder that resounded outside in the empty, black air. When he looked back up at Michael, he was smiling, not even close to caring about what his parents thought.

"Nigga, you think I don't? Look at what those assholes just did to me, to you... to us. Send me off to a fucking conversion camp, the fuck, man, I ain't ever gonna love them for that shit. They already treated me bad enough, but they crossed the line when they hurt you like this..." As he spoke, Michael's smile had slowly faded off his face, replaced with melancholy once again. He sighed, gaze dropping to the floor before he looked back up at Jahseh, completely choked up when he spoke again. "I love you, you goofy ass nigga."

"I love you too, Mikey... nobody can fucking replace you, I hope you know that. I ain't gonna love nobody else when you're gone. Shit's gonna be rough for awhile... but I know you'd want me to be happy, so I promise I won't do anything stupid." Jahseh took both of Michael's hands in his own, pressing both of them to his lips, tears beginning to slide down his cheeks. Michael didn't cry, but rather looked numb and defeated, before pulling his hands away from Jahseh to wrap him in a hug, burying his face in the distressed boy's shoulder.

Just as Michael was beginning to pull back to get his belongings from the backseat, Jahseh tugged at the sleeve of his boyfriend's black sweatshirt and begged him to stay.

"No please, Michael don't leave yet I can't breathe without you!" Panicking, Jahseh just gripped the sleeve as hard as he could, the tears now flowing steadily. Michael, heartbroken at seeing his boyfriend this crestfallen, was unable to hold his tears in any longer, and nearly jumped into the guy's arms, wailing.

"I'm so sorry, Jahseh! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna leave home or leave you! I just want to go back to the way shit was, before all this bullshit! Everything was so perfect and I wanna go back!" Michael's body shook as he sobbed into Jahseh's chest, tears creating a stain on his "revenge" hoodie. The small guy gripped onto his boyfriend's waist like it was the last thing left he had to cling to... and in a way, it was.