Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Going to Hell (Feat. lil Uzi Vert)

"Hey, stop fighting it. Why y'all so attached to heaven anyway? You gay, don't that mean you going to hell already? Well, according to religion." Symere rolled his eyes as he finally closed the book he was reading, one on LaVeyan Satanism. He'd been reading it aloud to Michael, who'd been staying at Symere's place while his boyfriend, Jahseh was at work. Looking at the clock, Michael determined that he would be finished in an hour.

"I don't care about religion, it's just nice to think that there's something after death that isn't more death and fire and all that shit. It's just creepy." Taking out his phone from his back pocket, Michael shot Jahseh a text, telling him where he was so he could come here instead of wonder where his boyfriend was.

Symere just hummed in slight disappointment before strutting over to his bookcase and sliding the Satanic Bible back into its place. Sighing, he flopped down on the couch again, sinking into it with a scowl on his face.

"Fuck is wrong with you now?" Michael raised an eyebrow, confused at his odd friend's sudden change in attitude. Symere just shook his head, pouting his lip. Evidently he wanted to say something, but was going to make Michael pry for it.

He's just like a damn girl.

"Come on, just fucking tell me, I ain't playing these games, a minute ago I was the shy one, why you gotta do this BS?" Michael grumbled, questioning for a moment why he came here instead of going to Jarad's or Stokeley's or something. They may be lazy, but at least they weren't creepy like Symere. Hell, even Gazzy's place would have been better, even though he was the type to use the blunt side of a knife to cut his steak. Besides, Daniel was always over there, and nobody could be as annoying as him. Thinking of all the other options, everyone else was always too caught up in something else to have time for Michael. Nick and Taymor were basically attached at the hip, and Jamell was too obsessed with... whatever he did with his free time. There were still more people, but Michale didn't know any of them well enough to even think about asking them to chill.

Shit, now that I think about it, maybe this was my best choice...

"Ughhh, fine." Symere sat up in his place again, crossing his arms. "You know all that mess I was talking earlier that made you uncomfortable? All that lust and polygamy bullshit from the book?"

"Yeah... what about it?" Michael spoke cautiously, already somewhat knowing where this conversation was going... it seemed to go there a lot with Symere. This wasn't the first time he brought up polygamy around Michael or his boyfriend.... "Look, I think we already talked about this."

"I know, you never actually answered my questions before. Jahseh already knows you're here, I told him, and I told him to come over. I want to talk to both of you about it at the same time. Every time I brought it up you said you didn't know what the other would think. So now you'll know." Shifting in his seat, Symere gave Michael a small, tight-lipped smile, mischief in his eyes. After looking like he was about to say something, the tiny guy didn't, and just flipped on the television. "I was gonna say something, but I should wait..."

"Wait until when...?" Michael, completely confused, just flopped back in his seat, staring at Symere with a raised eyebrow. The darkskin just glanced at Michael, giggling like a child for a moment.

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Night setting upon the contemporary home, Michael saw some headlights turning into the driveway, signaling Jahseh's arrival. Symere jumped off of the couch, almost a little too excitedly, when he saw this. Running over to the other side of the room, he pulled over another chair to be across from the glass coffee table, now positioned between the empty chair and the couch.

"Mikey move your chair so it's by that one, it'll be like an interview!" Symere giggled and tried to shove the chair Michael was in, but couldn't move it with the weight of the guy on it. Michael just raised an eyebrow before getting up out of the chair so the small guy could shove it over. "Now go stand over there and greet your boyfriend, and I'm gonna sit on the couch."