Angel (Jahseh Onfroy/ Xxxtentacion Fic)

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"Hey Mira." Jahseh greeted as he walked into me and Stokely's place. I waved and smiled.

"Hi, J."

"You feelin' aight?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I mean why wouldn't I be?" I smiled. He shrugged. He seemed upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

Silence.

"Jahseh, what the fuck happened?" I asked, getting nervous.

"You haven't heard? It's everywhere."

"What is everywhere, Jah?" I asked him.

"Ski got jumped during his set. Got hit real fuckin' good too." He informed me. I bit my lip in anger as well as fear.

"He got jumped. Alright. Is he okay?" I asked him.

"Ion even know right now. I mean, he alive, but ion know if this nigga doin' good or anything." He shrugged.

"Great. Fantastic. I said that he was going to get hurt and everyone just said I-"

"Not the time, Mira. He'll be home soon." He informed me.

"He's just gonna run from a fight? That doesn't sound like him."

"Nah, he's out. Can't have his two openers beatin' the shit outta each other."

"The other opening act pulled this shit?" I asked. He nodded.

"I mean, they was already fightin' though." Jahseh explained.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I asked.

"Because you worry a lot, Mira. Probably woulda been down there whoopin' ass." He said, laughing during the last part.

"I'm still probably gonna whoop some ass." I said.

"Don't get yourself hurt, Mira. We got this nigga dealt with. Lil turtle lookin' mothafucker gonna get handled."

"I hope so. I just wish Stokely would've told me." I sighed.

"It was recent, Mira. Don't stress it." He assured me.

"Alright. Can I call him?" I asked.

"You can try." He shrugged. I nodded and pulled out my phone, clicking on Stokely's contact. It rang and rang and fucking rang until finally he picked up.

"Hello?" Stokely's voice was raspy and deep.

"Stokely, are you okay?" I asked. I heard a sigh.

"I'm fine, Teddy. How are you?"

"Shut up, Stokely." I sighed. "I know what happened and I'm only interested in talking about you. Tell me if you're actually alright."

"Bible, I'm aight. Just a few bumps and bruises. Nothin' a real nigga can't handle."

"Alright Stokely, just be careful. And when you get home I can take care of you." I said.

"Aight Teddy. Just don't stress yaself out." He sighed.

"I won't." I said.

"Love you Teddy."

"You too, Stokely." I whispered before hanging up.

"He's aight." Jahseh spoke.

"Yeah, he is." I said.

"Don't worry. He'll be here soon." Jahseh assured me.

"I'm going to worry, Jahseh! He's my best friend. He's irreplaceable. If he gets more hurt because of this retarded fucking argument- I don't want to fucking lose him." I cried, tears falling down my face slowly.

"It's aight. You aren't going to lose him, Mira. He's never going to leave you." Jahseh assured me, rubbing small circles on my back.

"I know." I sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking dramatic."

"No you aren't, Mirah. I understand what you're feeling. Jus' breathe." He instructed. I took deep breaths in and out, trying to make my voice less shaky. I'm not a fucking crybaby.

"Do you know when he'll be back?" I asked. Jahseh shrugged.

"Could be tonight for all we know."

"I hope so."