i wasn't going to update today but this story has been moving up very quickly in the ranks! #105 in xxxtentacion, i'm so happy!

the train finally stops, and jahseh wastes no time sliding open the car doors, the bright morning sunshine flowing in in a matter of half a second. "here we are, arizona." he gestures to the tall buildings in the distance, and the considerable amount of mom and pop shops that are only some meters away from us. my eyes widen slightly at the new sight, as i've never been anywhere outside california, really. there was no need for us to vacation anywhere else, because california pretty much has everything.

jahseh turns away from the scenery, putting his attention on me.

"get your shit together, sunshine, we're finna blow this bitch."

i get up as told and gather my things, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder.

"when we get to this hotel, put most of those things away. i'll get you a backpack so you don't have to carry that big ass bag all the time." jahseh says, putting on his backpack with ease, running a hand through his hair. he then gestures to the open car door.

"ladies first."

i hop down from the train car and jahseh comes right after me, and i walk beside him as we walk in the direction of the nearest city.

"where are we, jahseh?" i ask him, and he shoots me a puzzled look, tilting his head. "arizona?" he asks in a confused tone. "no, i mean where?"

"oh." jahseh laughs at his misunderstanding. "parker. the city of parker."

we only walk for a couple more minutes before we reach a road, and we quickly cross it, being faced with a bussling street, with a few high buildings. we're on the strip, it's easy to tell.

"the nearest hotel is only a five minute walk from here." jahseh informs me, and i just nod as i walk beside him, and we pass by people on the sidewalk, and with each person i pass i become more and more nervous that i'll be found.

i think jahseh can sense my tensity, because he intertwines his hand with mine, giving it a soft squeeze. "you'll be okay." he says softly, and i'm surprised that i can hear him over all the people.

soon we arrive at a nice looking hotel, an embassy suites, and jahseh glances at me. "fancy." he says with a cheeky grin. "hell yeah it is." i agree. we walk hand in hand into the hotel, and march right up to the front desk, where the receptionist gives us a look that's a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"can i help you kids?" she asks in a sort of whine tone, looking up from her phone.

"room for onfroy." jahseh says, tilting his head slightly. "i made a reservation last night, and paid ahead of time."

the receptionist gives jahseh a lingering look, but still types something into her computer. "yes that's right, reservation for onfroy, five night stay." she says, but still looks confused. "how old are you?"

"does it matter?" jahseh asks boredly. "i already paid."

"do you have an id?" she asks. "i already paid." jahseh repeats himself. "call my mother, if you must, just get the shit over with so we can go to our room."

"please, just let us pass." i speak up, and both of them glance at me. "i don't want any problems."

the receptionist sighs softly, pulling out two room keys and handing them to us. "if you're confronted by anyone, do not mention me. i don't want to get fired."

"will do." jahseh winks at her, and he pulls me along with him to the elevator, where we ride to the eight floor.

"room five twenty eight." jahseh mumbles to himself, searching around for the room with me in tow.

"ah." he says once he finally finds it, and he slides in the room key, opening up the door. he looks at me, waiting for me to walk in first. i do so and am met with a very neat room; a tidy bed, a desk and a rolling chair, a nightstand with a landline phone, and a flat screen tv held up by a mantle. i see the door to the bathroom and a closet door as well, and the windows show a beautiful view of the city, with blackout curtains.

"damn, this is nice." i exhale slowly, setting my duffel bag down.

"right?" jahseh smiles. "i was sick of the motels, you know?"

"don't i know it?" i mumble under my breath, flopping down on the bed and instantly sighing at the softness of it. "damn, this is really nice." i almost whine. "stop that, it sounds like you're moaning." jahseh says, setting his backpack down and sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"you can rest for now, and maybe in a couple hours or so we can head out."

"head out?" i raise an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

he shrugs. "explore the town."

i nod, understanding. "i'm down for that, but first i'm gonna take a proper shower."

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"where should go first? clothes or food?" jahseh asks as we walk down the sidewalk, admiring all the shops on the strip. he swings our hands back and forth slightly, the gesture warming my heart. my little hand fits in his big one perfectly, and the way that he holds my hand with such care fills me with a feeling of security and protection.

"clothes." i tell him with a smile. "i need a bra, desperately."

"your wish is my command, princess." jahseh says, swinging us into a store, which i come to realize is a pink. how convenient?

"are we stealing?" i mumble in his ear. he laughs and shakes his head. "no need. whatever you want, i'll pay for."

"really?" i ask, surprised. "really. get whatever you want."

i giddily let go of his hand and run over to a selection of bras. now i'm not a girly girl, at all, what-so-fucking-ever, but bras and panties are exciting. something about looking sexy under your clothes, where no one can see, and nobody knows but you, is exciting.

"wanna try some on for me?" jahseh asks from behind me. i spin around and laugh in his face. "nice try, seh."

"it was worth a shot." he shrugs, accepting my words.

after a while of bra after bra; wired, strappless, pushup, lacy - i finally decide on five of them. pink is a pretty pricey store in itself, so i didn't want to get any more than that. i decided on not getting any panties, because i already have plenty in my duffel.

jahseh swipes his card and pays for the bras, and when the cashier hands me my bag i squeal in delight, giving jahseh a tight hug. "thank you, jahseh!" i say gratefully.

"you're welcome, princess." he responds with a smile. his smile quickly turns into a smirk, "don't say my name like that though, you'll make me hard." he mumbles into my ear. i suck my teeth and roll my eyes, letting go of him. "way to ruin the moment." he laughs, winking at me. "that's what i do best."

"unfortunately." i say, grabbing his hand and leading us out of the pink. "i'm still hungry." i pout. "well where do you wanna go?" he asks me. "if they have a taco bell around here, i'd love to go."

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"five been burritos, and then a bean taco. and two more bean burritos, please. and them some refried beans on the side. thank you." i say, wrapping up my order. jahseh raises an eyebrow, "you gonna eat all that?"

"of course i am, this ass didn't get fat on its own." i joke.

"damn right." jahseh rasps, and my eyes widen. "dude. i was joking."

"i wasn't." he smirks. i roll my eyes and direct my attention back to the cashier, as jahseh swipes his card, and in a few minutes the lady gives me my food. 

jahseh puts his arm around my shoulder, "we should get back."

"should we? i was having fun." i whine. "yeah, i want to cuddle and watch a movie." he smiles, and this warms my heart. "alright, fine." i give in.

as we're walking back down the sidewalk towards the hotel, with jahseh holding my pink bag and me holding my taco bell bag, he leans his lips near my ear.

"i have some edibles in my bag." he says lowly. "if you wanna try them when we get back." my eyebrow tics at his words, and i glance up at him, looking at his defined cheekbones and sharp jawline, watching as his eyes are heavily focused on seeing in front of him, allowing for him to walk efficiently. "yeah, i wanna try 'em. don't try any funny shit with me though while i'm high, i'll beat your ass."

jahseh throws his hand that's not around me up in surrender, "i would never."

jahseh and i laugh and talk about random shit as we journey back to the hotel, and we finally make it back to our room in one piece. i set down my taco bell bag, kicking off my shoes and laying down on the bed, on my side. i pull out a burrito and moan at the sight of the fucking taco bell wrapping. it's still warm, and i moan softly at the mere thought of the delicious food that's about to grace my mouth.

"stop all that moaning before i make you scream instead." jahseh mumbles as he walks past me, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. ignore him and stuff half of the burrito in my mouth, chewing it all up in a few bites, and swallowing it contently.

fuck, taco bell should sponsor me or something.

i hear the shower start, and i realize that he might be in there for a while, so i down two more burritos in the comfort of my own company, so that i'm not insecure about him seeing me eat like the fatass i am.

i get up from the bed and throw the wrappers away, pulling a waterbottle out of the mini fridge and drinking the whole thing, to wash down those three burritos i just inhaled.

i step out onto the patio, breathing in the cold night air. the skyline is low, and the bright lights shine intensely from those buildings, and i see cars zooming up and down the street, with no intent of stopping any time soon. i look over at the strip that jahseh and i were at earlier, and it's still lively and full of people.

the cold atmosphere hits me like a train, and it sends goosebumps over my body.

i pull the shoebox from underneath finneas' bed, taking the lid off, and the sight of what's inside makes my breath catch in my throat.

money. and a gun.

"what the fuck?" i whisper to myself, not even daring to touch the gun, because of all the stories i've heard about people playing with guns.

but what's all this money for? and where the hell did he get it from?

there's about eight stacks of the money in here, so i can rightfully assume that that's eight thousand. what the hell does he need eight thousand dollars for? is he going to leave at some point? why? mom and dad already spoil him enough.

"what the fuck are you doing?" his cold voice makes me jump, and my heart almost bursts out of my chest. i turn my head to look at him, and a look of extreme anger is written all over his face.

"why are you poking around in my shit?" he asks, his fists balling up. "i didn't mean to, i just-"

"what do you mean, you didn't mean to? you walked your ass into my room and started digging around, obviously you have enough soul and conscience in your fucking body to do that." he says harshly, then glances down at the shoebox filled with the wretched items before looking back up at me.

"tell anyone and i'll say that all that shit's yours. try me." he says, then points down the hallway. "out."

my train of thought is interrupted when i feel a strong pair of arms around my waist, and a presence behind me. i feel jahseh's lips against my neck, as he holds me tightly.

"you okay?" he rasps against my skin, and i nod. "yeah. i just needed some air." i respond. i can feel him against me, but i can tell that jahseh's not doing it on purpose. and besides, even if jahseh did want to make a move on me, it's understandable. he's fifteen, he's a hormonal teenage boy.

i'm just now noticing the nice soapy smell radiating off of him. "you wanna try those edibles now?" he asks me, "or do you wanna stay out here a bit longer?"

"let's do it."

jahseh and i make our way back into the hotel room and we close the patio door behind us. i sit crisscross on the bed and watch as jahseh digs around in his bag, finally pulling out a baggie full of brownies. the smell of weed hits me and the bag isn't even open yet.

he looks at me and smiles, gesturing to the baggie. "you ready?"

i nod.

"let's get fucked up."

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written on saturday, january 30th, 2021

published on saturday, february 6th, 2021

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oop not me publishing this a week after i wrote it-

thank you guys so much for supporting this story! only eight chapters outs and already 914 reads, that's insane! thank you thank you all!

-symone