Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Last Chance

(This is another story that's really damn long, but please try to read it all, it'll be worth it to understand the whole thing. Love y'all.)

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Slow, sweet notes fluttered off the black and white keys of the grand piano, proposing a simple, pretty melody. Jahseh hummed along, hearing the words over in his head once more. Just as he'd hoped, his boyfriend, Michael, came ambling down the little carpeted hallway and into the newly decorated living room. Jahseh smiled at Michael, who rolled his eyes back.

Taking a break to giggle for a moment, Jahseh switched up the tune, a serenade now spilling out of the intstrument. Looking away from the keyboard, Jahseh met Michael's... upset eyes.

"Baby why do you look so down?" Jahseh inquired, speaking softly. Michael just sank down onto the couch near the piano, falling into the creaky cushions.

"Why do you care?" Michael snapped back, and laid his head on the arm of the leathery couch. "You ain't been caring the past month. Maybe even two." The small guy's tone was bitter, and perhaps even resentful. A small smile covered Jahseh's face, and the lovely sound of the piano faded out as the Jamaican turned to look at his boyfriend.

"Come on, you've told me everything." Jahseh stood up, and as he did, the piano bench creaked. As he approached Michael to run a hand through his black dreadlocks, the light-skinned guy batted his hand away. "We've been together for three years now. What makes you say all this now?"

"Do you seriously not know what the fuck you been doing?" Michael shot up from the couch defensively, pain evident in his eyes. Jahseh winced as he saw this; he knew what he'd been doing, but he was unaware of how much it would hurt Michael to know about. "You acting like I'm just some month-long fling and not like you been with my ass since I was 19. Fuck you mean you don't know why I look down? I communicate fine with you, you know what's wrong."

"Perhaps. Perhaps you should remind me." Jahseh shrugged, concealing the feelings he had in his mind to comfort him and tell Michael everything he didn't mean in the past month.

"Seriously!?" Michael's jaw dropped, dismay creeping across his face. "I can't fucking believe you right now. You can't even remember a single thing I've said!" Tears were threatening to escape his eyes, but Michael hid it behind anger, not wanting to seem like he cared about this at all right now. "Why you been out so much and not take me with? Why you been texting all your friends and not letting me see? You been kicking me out the house every time they came over and been leaving me on the sideline of my own life for a whole month, just like I don't mean nothing!"

"You're not wrong, that's what I've been doing." Jahseh remained calm, trying to be unbothered by Michael's intense emotion behind this. He knew he'd be hurting Michael, Jahseh wanted to plan all this out so his boyfriend would want to leave him. It's taken a lot of Jahseh's own pain to be able to do this, but it was necessary for what he wanted. He took a step closer to his boyfriend of 3 years and a month and a half, trying to put an arm around him, only to be shoved away.

"Bitch don't you dare touch me. You ain't said sorry yet or anything. What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Michael started to shout, crossing his arms over his chest as he backed away. "You're such an asshole! I thought we was gonna last forever, I really thought you was the one, Jahseh. I fucking loved you, but you been neglecting me all of a sudden and probably found somebody better or cuter or more attractive or some shit. Yeah, that sounds just like you. You always been calling me beautiful, you probably found somebody more beautiful, because I'm really not beautiful. You just been telling me that and I knew it all along. You just with me because you don't have the heart to leave me. So I'll do it for you. I don't wanna be here no more if you're gonna be like this. I'll get my shit and leave. Don't come after me. I'm done with you, Jah."