Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Wallflower

"Aye, my nigga I got the molly, where do I shove this shit outta sight?" Jahseh entered the spacious modern-style house, the bass from the stereo slapping the floor, causing a noticeable vibration through his body. Neon decorations were everywhere, adjusted specifically to the color purple at the moment. The back doors were opened and people were goofing around by the pool, a couple people already grinding up against each other.

Stokeley has no control over these damn parties...

"Yo! Stoke!" The Jamaican called out for the host of the house party, glaring around intensely. He knew he was late, but he didn't think it would be this cramped in the house. Not looking where he was going, he backed right into a couple dancing together. "Shit, my bad. You know where the host went?"

"Think I saw him in the kitchen. Could be mistaken, though." A short, light-skinned guy responded, bright brown eyes gazing at Jahseh. The Jamaican couldn't help the smile that grew into his face, but he shook it off immediately, eating an amused, yet confused expression from the male.

"Thanks, sorry again for running into you two. You guys together?" Jahseh let his eyes travel between the boy and a girl with fluffy golden curls standing next to him, looking uninterested in her surroundings.

"Oh, what? Us? No no no, oh hell no I'm gay this just one of my friends, I didn't want to go to a party alone, that's all." The guy laughed, his face turning a little red, accentuating the little brown freckles on his face. Jahseh just nodded once, his eyebrows flicking upwards as he did.

"Oh, my bad, have fun then." The Jamaican waved at the guy he ran into, glancing back at him once before he entered the kitchen, finding the lightskin gazing right at him. They made eye contact and the unknown guy looked away abruptly, turning to talk to his friend again. Amused, Jahseh chuckled as he turned around to find Stokeley—sure enough—rummaging around in his own refrigerator to find something to eat. "Yo, Stoke, fuck you doing?"

"What's it look like?" The durag-wearing guy turned his head to look at whoever was talking to him, only to find it was his best friend. "Damn, could you have been any later? Fuck took you so long?"

"Look, I got caught up in some bullshit I'd rather not explain right now. I'll tell ya when I'm ready to be in a bad mood again. I'm here to have fun tonight." Jahseh shook his head, an exasperated expression across his face as he set a couple of obscure bags down. Some bottles of pills rattled around inside, indicating the drug that was inside. "You see, I got the molly, and we gonna have a good ass time right now."

"You never fail to bring in whatever I tell you to. Still don't have a single fucking idea 'bout how you do it, Jah." Stokeley laughed, looking through the bags that Jahseh had left on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's roll and see what we can fuck up tonight. I'm feeling lucky already." The Jamaican plunged his hand into one of the bags, whisking a bottle of the MDMA tablets out of it. He popped off the top and handed his best friend one of them, who took it without hesitation. Jahseh handed Stokeley a red cup filled with plain water, and they took their pills together, before Jahseh patted his best friend on the back before beginning to walk out of the room.

"Hold up one minute, Jahseh." Stokeley called to the Jamaican from his side of the room, leaning back on the counter. "Who is this nigga you got an eye for already?"

"Don't know. I'm gonna find out." Jahseh laughed and walked out of the room without another word, scanning the room for the boy he'd bumped into only a few minutes ago. He tucked a bottle of pills he'd stolen away from the kitchen into the pocket of his black "Revenge" hoodie, and eventually saw some black dreadlocks sticking out in the crowd of primarily females.