Summary: You were born into a family of normals, the only one with something different about them. It was a curse you turned into a gift- a gift you hid away, never to be seen again. But years later, it seems you can’t escape its past. Someone comes looking for you- looking to make you the leader of a group of delinquent villains, the nastiest that exist.
To sum up my rant in a previous post.. Heres a list of why Cara Maria can be considered a dirty player for “dirty 30”
- gave nany a bloody nose during a challenge in Free Agents
- broke her own shoulder to win an elimination in Free Agents
- broke her hand in an elimination then continued the competition, and almost won the next challenge where she has to use that broken hand
- voted her own hook up into an elimination (to save cohutta) in bloodlines
- continued fighting someone after TJ blew the horn in an elimination during free agents
- gave Cooke permission to pee in water she was potentially going to be dunked into if they lost that elimination (they didn’t)
-when she nearly twisted Amanda’s neck that one challenge in Invasion of the Champs
Reasons she shouldn’t be
- dating abram in cutthroat
- crying after she broke her hand
This is my first personal
imagine! I absolutely flopped because the request just had so much going on!
Which is totally okay, I’m just sleep deprived and it’s late right now. I was
laughing writing half of this because I didn’t do it justice. I’m so sorry to
the anon. Please forgive me. Also please don’t bully me, I am aware this is
It was all a daze to you. First, you were sitting and looking at
the damned pink plus sign awaiting your fate. Then, when it came back positive,
you had to start strategizing.
How were you going to tell Zayn? How would he react? He always
wanted kids-when he was ready. However, at this moment his career was kicking
off so becoming a parent was really out of the question. Zayn had already left
Perrie to date you, so his reputation was already not the greatest.
So now, two months later, your body was starting to catch up
with the pregnancy. You were exactly showing, but all of the cravings you had
really did have an impact.
Tonight, you and Zayn would be going out together to eat dinner.
You were dressed in a nice black dress that hugged your curves in all the right
places. Luckily, this dress was one of Zayn’s favourite on you; plus, it didn’t
squeeze you like the others.
“You look wonderful.”
Zayn’s thick accent stated from where he was standing in the hallway. “Are
you ready to go my love?”
about.” You answered and smiled to yourself in the mirror. “Tonight’s
a big night.” You turned to look at him and gave him a toothy grin, to
which he returned with a beautiful beam.
“Believe me. I know.”
At the restaurant, you sat in front of Zayn. You looked at all of his
features intently. The outline of his muscle through his black button up, and the way his tattoos looked especially fantastic
in the dim lighting….
“Amanda, we have to break up.” Zayn mumbled to himself, looking down at
his hands that rested on the table. Your breath caught in your throat, making
you choke on the water you were currently downing.
“What the fuck? Is this some kind
of sick joke… Because, Zayn, I will kill you.” You whisper-yelled to him as
you gripped the end of the table.
“I know that it’s fairly sudden.”
He began, clasping his hands together and swallowing which made his Adam’s
apple bob. “But, I’ve fallen in love with somebody else.”
“With who? Who could you have
possibly fallen in love with?” You swallowed thickly past the lump in your
throat. You wouldn’t cry. Hell no. He wasn’t worth a single tear that fell down
from your eyes.
“Gigi.” He nodded. “Gigi Hadid.”
With that, your heart stopped and you felt the entire earth around you fall. A
“You can’t do this to me.” You
shook your head and shut your eyes. Your hand grabbed a handful of your dress
and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Not now. We had things to talk about, Zayn.
But not this. Fuck you.” You stood up and took in another deep breath. You were
never one to make a public scene, especially now that you were dating a
celebrity, but your anger just took over your body and you felt as if you
couldn’t control yourself.
“Amanda? What are you talking
about? What did you have to tell me…?” He trailed on, deciding to stay in his
seat. You just smirked at him and picked up the jug on your table that was
filled with water and poured it all over his head.
“I’m pregnant, Zayn.”
Weeks went by fast. The whole world knew about Zayn leaving you for
Gigi, they knew about the baby, they knew about everything.
Soon enough, those weeks turned into months. Everyone who owned a
computer or a smartphone knew about every detail of your life, and you didn’t
know how to feel. You knew when you started dating Zayn in the first place that
whether or not you stayed together, this would happen. However, you still didn’t
Your bump was big and noticeable.
There was no denying that your baby was well on the way, and he or she wouldn’t
have a father to be there. Sure, Zayn had tried to call you every so often, but
what was the point? You knew you’d begin crying if you heard him talk, so you
just ignored him.
Ever since the incident, you
threw yourself into being with your friends, as being alone terrified you. You
hated when you had to be lost in your own thoughts and thinking about what
plans you were supposed to have at this point in your life. Nonetheless, this
didn’t help taking you out of the limelight since these had been yours and Zayn’s
friends which meant they were celebrities.
These friends included: The boys
of One Direction, Ariana Grande, Kylie Jenner, Justin Bieber…
Justin really stood out to you. He was undeniably busy, but as
unfortunately going through a hard time as well . You and him related to each
other and even started a little fling although there was one slight problem…
You were both lying to yourselves. You didn’t like each other, you just loved the idea of liking each other, and
you tried. Boy, did you try.
Justin was undoubtedly attractive, so that made kissing him enjoyable.
But once again, pretending to be attracted to one another wasn’t the same as it
felt like having sex with a garden gnome every time you and him went that far.
What didn’t help was that
everywhere you looked, there was Zayn. With Gigi. On. Every. Single. Fucking.
Magazine cover. How could a couple seriously always make out in public and look
so hot together even when they’re not trying? You just couldn’t help but feel
salty about it. You were hurting. Of course you were, this was the man you
loved and the father of your child with another woman.
“Babe, come into the living room!” Justin called out to you. You were
brushing your teeth in his bathroom, as you had spent the night at his house
(which was an unsatisfying evening.)
“I’ll be out in a second!” You
answered, looking down at your baby bump and running your hand over it. Was
this weird? Being pregnant with Zayn’s baby but letting Justin have his way
with you? It was all too much to think about, and you didn’t want to think. You
just wanted everything good left in your life to be simple. Simple was
You walked into the living room
after putting on one of Justin’s sweater. You sighed deeply to yourself as you
took in the surroundings of his house once again, but nothing prepared you for
what you had coming.
“What is it-“ You started as you
opened the door to the living room. Your heart started racing as you saw the
dark figure sitting right in front of you. For a second-only a second-you
questioned who it was, but who else could it have actually been? A leather
jacket, ash blond hair… That was him. That was your Zayn. He jolted up to his
feet and rubbed the back of his neck.
“A-Amanda…” He breathed out. “We
need to talk.”
“I’ll leave you kids to solve
things. I hope everything works out.” Justin smiled, awkwardly standing and
leaving, merely leaving a pat on your shoulder as he exited the room.
“What do you want, Zayn?” You
sighed, crossing your arms and looking towards the ground. You could feel his
eyes on your skin and that sent a warm feeling through you. All you wanted to
do was run up to him and kiss him. Oh how you had missed those lips.
“I-I want us to get back
together. Now, before you say anything, everything that had happened… That
wasn’t for me. My manager told me that if I didn’t leave you for Gigi, nobody
would ever want to work with me because I needed that bad boy edge to keep
going. I was too nice when I was with you… And it literally kills me every day
to know that you walk around with the evidence of my love growing inside of
you… I want to be there for him or her. I want to be there for you. Please
let me… I promise to do everything I can to get on track to making things
better.” He stopped his speech for just a moment just to walk up, cup my chin
and smother his lips on mine. “I’m so crazy in love with you that it hurts. You’re
on my mind every second of the day, no matter how hard I try to focus on
something else.” He lifted your chin to make you look him in the eyes. His
beautiful, heart melting caramel eyes… You loved him so much, he took your
“I don’t know… You really hurt
me…” is all that managed to escape your lips. “Is this really a good idea?
You and me?”
“Amanda, you’re the best thing
that’s ever happened to me. I love you.” He repeated. With that, you sealed it
with a passionate, weak at the knees kiss. Zayn was your home, and you knew
this was where you belonged.
Family gatherings weren’t always the best, but this one you were at was leaving you in stitches. Baekhyun, your sister Amanda’s boyfriend had to be one of the funniest guys you had ever met. The two of you were sitting around, laughing so hard you were in tears.
“No, Baekhyun stop please!” You couldn’t stop laughing, your stitches only began to get worse as the night lead on.
Amanda was just sitting around on her phone, not involving her in the social conversation between yourself and Baekhyun. She glared at you a few times, envious and obviously mad at the thought that you were ‘flirting’ with her boyfriend, even when she knew you had your own.
“I’m going to go get a drink of water.” She says, passing her presence onto somewhere else.
Both Baekhyun and yourself continued to converse after she had left. You had no idea how somebody so funny and genuine like him be in love with such a stubborn and selfish little bitch.
You never had a good bond with you sister. She wasn’t just your sister, she was your twin sister and she looked almost exactly like you. You hated being called the same; but it was true, you were the same in looks, but certainly not personality wise. She was a stubborn little brat, whilst you were a carefree, mature and elegant lady.
As she returned upon the two of you, she interrupts you both asking “Where is Kai?” Kai was your current boyfriend, he meant everything to you. His warm heart melted you entirely, everything about him made you feel whole.
“Kai couldn’t come today because of work, remember? He should be home now.” You say checking your watch. “Why?”
“Oh just wondering, I’m going to head down the shops, I’ll be back soon.” She kisses Baekhyun on the cheek and leaves without another word.
“Wait-.” Baekhyun says, about to jump out of his seat.
“Hey.” You whisper to him, tapping his knee. “Just leave her, she’s angry as it is. She’ll be back soon.” Baekhyun sits back down, worried as ever as he thought maybe she was going to leave him out of jealousy.
“She’s not angry at you, she’s pissed with me; your not in trouble.” You confirmed with a encouraging smile.
“Okay.” Baekhyun says with a sutble nod before continuing on with the story he had started before Amanda had interrupted. Jesus, she couldn’t be so irritating, you felt equally as bad for Baekhyun.
After a good hour of more laughter and the occassional leaving to grab a bite to eat, you both were confused to where Amanda had gone. She’d been missing for so long.
“Have you tried calling?”
“I’m on my fourth try.” Baekhyun confirms putting his phone back to his ear. Still no answer from her.
“Come back to my place, we can wait for her there.” Inside, a deep hole was digging away at your insides, scared that she had been taken, or hurt, or even raped. You were started to become absolutely fearful, and Baekhyun was just the same. Even if the two of you didn’t get along, she was still your twin sister.
Baekhyun nods just as you go to say a quick goodbye to the familiar family members before leaving to the apartment you shared with Kai.
Yourself and Baekhyun got in your car and began to head off home.
“Look out for her too, okay?” You say as you turn down the music you had blarring out from the speakers earlier.
Silence for filled the car as you drove stressfully until Baekhyun cut through the silence as his conclusions were making sense, but only to him.
“Do you live near the shops?”
“Yeah, I live here in the next street behind the shops.”
Baekhyun throat tightened at the conclusion he was drawn to. He had thought Amanda was with Kai, getting back at the two of you. Baekhyun could definitely get Amanda and yourself confused, it was a no brainer that Kai would be the same. All Amanda had to do was make her makeup appear the same as your simple and basic look and boom, you wouldn’t be able to tell who is who.
Baekhyun was praying to the gods above that Amanda hadn’t gone to do what he thought she had. Baekhyun really did love Amanda and he could already feel his heart shattering in itself.
“What the hell.” You mutter recongizing Amanda’s car parked on the curb of the road. You drive into your driveway, checking to see if she were in the car. Nothing. She had to be in your house, with Kai. But why the hell would she be with Kai?
Both yourself and Baekhyun get out of the car and make way to the flat you and Kai had been renting out.
You open the door, as it hadn’t been locked. Amanda was no doubt in your flat. You had locked the door when you left, and now the door wasn’t locked, she had to be here.
Baekhyun follows you inside as you hear a faint panting sounds echo through the house.
“Ngghhhh _____.” Kai’s moan was loud and straight foreword like always; but why was he like that? And to say you name was odd. If he were jacking off, he would just release unfluently moans from the inaccuracy of himself. He definately was with somebody.
“Kai, I’m home.” You call carefully, walking around slowly, trying to get a hint of where the racket was coming from.
A thud is created not long after you call out. You hear rattling of belts and mumbles you instantly get the gist of where everything was being made.
You storm off down the hallway to the last room, and burst inside of it to see Kai’s shirtless and your sister strapping up he dress with her hair in a mess.
“H-Hi Amanda.” Kai smile at you stretching the back of his neck.
Amanda? Kai I’m _____, your girlfriend. What are you doing with Amanda?” You erupt inside with anger yet calmly let your words flow losing all loyalty at once. You bite down on your bottom lip an glare at the both of them in disgust, espically Amanda.
Kai’s expression was full of aggression, it looked like he was going to rip somebody in half.
If you looked at Amanda and the way she had re-applied her make-up, Kai definitely wouldn’t have been able to tell the two of you apart. But if you think about it, wouldn’t Kai have know by her by her actions. Amanda was rough and raw, all dominate and stubborn.
“You bitch.” Kai turns around and says the words in sync with yourself. Amanda looks at both of you as she fixes her hair and begins to leave.
“Your boyfriend is good. I don’t know how your sex drive hasn’t accelerated to a high yet.” She says, pushing past yourself and Kai and over to find Baekhyun.
“Because I’m not a slut, like yourself.” You mutter roughly behind the grinding of your teeth. Amanda ignores your spiteful comment and grabs Baekhyun’s hand firmly before leaving. Baekhyun was left speechless, the poor guy was stunned and horrified with words being taken from him miserably.
“Get out!” You yell at Amanda, pointing towards the door as Kai was stunned speechless.
“Bye Kai.” Your sister says after eyeing you off rudely. She winks at Kai and leaves immediantly after collecting her stuff.
As the door slams, you exhale deeply, staring at the floor in disblief.
”____, I’m so sorry!”
“Did you put your stuff in her?” You ask quickly, before he could move in to huh you. You didn’t want his comfort yet; you wanted answers.
“Yes…” You sigh heavily as Kai begins to add “I’m sorry I didn’t know!”
“Did you… you know, like… finish?” Kai’s face has some relief to it, as his reponse was “No.” Breathless, you exhale deeply once again in relief.
“Oh thank goodness.” You wrap your arms around him and squeeze his body up against yours. Kai rests his head on your shoulder and whispers sutbly.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say to you ____. Are you mad at me? Because if you are-.” Stopping Kai with his long speech, your lips mould in with his for a while, you lips tingling as they should and it essentially confirms your love for him is still strong.
“I know it wasn’t your fault. We just need to be a little bit more careful don’t we?” You tell him as you plant another kiss on his right cheekbone. “And I’m not mad at you, but more to the point I’m still quite upset that you still can’t tell the difference between the two of us.” You pout, looking down at his chest playfully.
“Well, how about be get tattoos for her? Like really ugly ones as payback?” Suggest Kai evilily. You chuckle but you couldn’t agree more. She really needed to be put into place, but neither of you were being serious obviously.
Kai pecks you on the lips and holds you in his arms. He didn’t want to let you go, nor did he want to break the comfortable silence. He just wanted to stand there, with you in his arms and only you in his arms. Because he was the one he truly loved.
“I’ve noticed that even after nine years, you two still argue like an old married couple.”
Michael looked over as Lester continued to type on his computer. He gave him a look of annoyance. Sure, he and Trevor argued, but it wasn’t like how he and Amanda used to argue. A couple of days after the heist, he went to his lawyer about filing for a divorce. He was tired of the constant limbo that they were in, and that they had always been in. It was very tiring.
“Yeah so, what about it?”
Lester had a miscevious gleam in his eyes.
“You should take him out.”
“Take him out?” Michael asked with confusion.
“Yeah, you know, on a date. You can do that now since your divorce is final.”
Lester had a point. He could finally have his chance with Trevor. To this day, Michael still doesn’t know why he didn’t do it earlier. But he’s glad that it’s now instead of never.
“Y’know Lest, that’s a pretty good idea. I think I might just do that.”
Trevor really liked owning the Vanilla Unicorn, he really did. Now that they had completed the biggest heist of their lives, they had it all. But for Trevor, something still didn’t feel right.
Even with an endless array of strippers, he felt empty. He grimaced at the thought of why he didn’t feel right.
“What’s wrong Trevor? Not havin’ any fun?" Wade asked as one of the girls gave him a lap dance.
"Oh don’t you worry about me Wade! I’m having the time of my life!" Trevor yelled over the music
He knew this feeling wasn’t going to go away very soon. He got up from his seat in the lounge and went to his office. Sitting at his desk, he continued to think. Usually he would talk to Michael, but Michael was the problem. Besides, he was too busy reuniting with his family to busy himself with Trevor’s problems.
Suddenly, his phone began to ring. Looking down at it, he noticed Michael’s name and number pop onto the screen. He let it ring a couple more times before answering it.
“Are you free right now?”
“Come by; I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”
“Okay good." Michael said, hanging up the phone.
"Well okay then. Let’s go see this surprise of his." Trevor said as he went out the back door to go to his truck.
Once Michael got off the phone with Trevor, he went and got dressed.
Going downstairs, he thought about how he would ask Trevor out. He always seemed to be the romantic type, but unfortunately Michael was shit when it came to that stuff. He could always ask Tracey, but then she’d want to know about who it was.
'Not ready to cross that bridge, I’ll just do my best.’ Michael thought.
He had his divorce papers on the coffee table in the living room, along with some nice whiskey and some candles to set the mood.
Hearing a knock on the door, he went to answer it.
'Since when the hell does Trevor ever knock?’
Opening the door, he saw Trevor.
"Hey Sugartits, what’s shakin’?” Trevor said, walking through the door.
“Nothin’ much T, just thought we could have a couple of drinks." Michael said as he escorted them to the living room.
Trevor and Michael sat down on the couch.
"What’s with the candles Mikey?" Trevor said, eyeing them suspiciously
"Oh nothin’, I just felt like lighting them I guess.”
“Ah okay. So, where’s this surprise of yours you were telling me about?"
"Right here." Michael said as he picked up the papers and handed them to Trevor. He could barely hold his grin back.
Trevor eyed the paper for a minute, looking it over. His eyes continued to skim down the page before he dropped them. Michael picked them up and set them on the coffee table before sitting down next to Trevor.
"Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke Mikey? Or is this really happening?"
Trevor began to shake, and Michael grabbed his hands to make him stop.
"No T; its happening. I’m free. I can do what I want now."
Silence began to fill the air as Trevor thought about the situation.
'Michael finally left her. He finally manned up and left the bitch.’
"So what are you trying to say Mikey?”
Michael looked Trevor in the eyes. He could see fear and desperation behind those brown pools.
Michael was still holding Trevor’s hands in his. Trevor had stopped trembling, but now he had a death grip on Michael’s wrists.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“…Well what is it? Spit it out M!”
“Will you go out with me…on a date?" Michael blurted.
Trevor had the resemblance of a dead fish, mouth gaping and eyes wide.
Michael wasn’t really sure about what to do at this point, but he did something that he knew how to do.
Leaning in, he kissed Trevor. At first, he felt no response, but then Trevor broke out of whatever trance he had been in and began to kiss back with equal passion that Michael had. He felt Trevor’s tongue graze his bottom lip, and he let his mouth go slack as they lazily battled for dominance, only breaking for air.
"Yeah sure Porkchop, I’ll go on a date with ya. Where do ya wanna go?" Trevor asked. He was smiling, and not in the way that he usually did. Michael took a mental picture before responding.
"I thought I could take you out to dinner." Michael said as he walked into the kitchen.
Trevor got up and followed Michael into the kitchen and watched him fix himself a drink.
"That sounds nice Mikey; I’d like that. But we’re not going to some high end joint with the fucking piano playing in the background. I’m classy, but that’s a bit much.”
Michael looked at him, realizing that Trevor wouldn’t exactly fit in at a five star restaurant.
“Okay, but I hope you realize that we’re not going to a burger joint right?"
"Yes Mikey, I realize that"
Michael set his drink down and walked over to Trevor. He lightly caressed the side of his face, enamored as he leaned into the touch. Slowly, he pressed his lips to Trevor’s. Warmth flooded through him as Trevor rested his hands on his hips. This kiss didn’t feel as rushed as the last one and he enjoyed that. They parted yet they still held onto each other.
"So I’ll take that as a yes?" Michael said as Trevor nuzzled into his neck.
"I don’t know, what do you think?" Trevor said as he let go of Michael.
"You know what this means?" Trevor said.
"What?" Michael asked perplexed.
"I have a hot date tonight! I’ve gotta get ready!" Trevor said as he pulled his phone out.
Michael watched as Trevor walked outside to use the phone.
"Oh this should be good." Michael said as he sipped at his now room temperature scotch.
"Hey Trace." Trevor said into the phone.
"Uncle T! Oh my gosh! What’s up?"
He knew that he was going to need some cleaning up in order to go on a date. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it by himself. Besides, he wanted to impress Michael since this was the first time he had ‘gone out’ with the man.
"I need your help. You see, I’m going on a date tonight and-”
“Oh my gosh! You want me to come help you get ready!?”
'Damn she’s excited.’ Trevor thought.
“Like, I will totally come help you Uncle T! Just tell me when and where to be and stuff." Tracey gushed.
"Well, I’m at your house. And you’ll probably need to take me and get something nice to wear for tonight.”
“Okay, I’m coming." Tracey said as she hung up the phone.
'This is gonna be fun, I can already tell.' Trevor thought as he went back inside.
Trevor stepped into the living room to find Michael sitting there waiting for him.
"Hey sugar tits, what’re ya starin’ at?" Trevor asked coyly as he sat down on the couch next to Michael.
"You." Michael said smiling. Maybe with Trevor’s help he could become a little less repressed.
Trevor angled himself so that he faced Michael and took his face into his hands. God, he had always loved Michael’s face. The fullness of cheeks, the straightness of his nose, and his eyes, the way they were so fucking blue it didn’t seem real. But this was real. He had finally gotten what he wanted. He had Michael all to himself and Amanda wasn’t here to stop him. While thinking all of these things, he didn’t notice Michael pulling him onto his lap.
"Well hello there." Trevor said as Michael buried his face into Trevor’s neck. This was new territory; the intimacy and all. Back in the day, Michael never wanted to be intimate with him. It just wasn’t what he did. But now, Michael’s all over him.
'I could get used to this.’ Trevor thought.
Michael and Trevor were too distracted by each other to hear the front door open.
Tracey entered the house looking for her dad and Trevor. Walking into the living room, she didn’t expect to see what lie before her. They were on the couch…cuddling. Trevor was straddling her dad while Michael nuzzled Trevor’s neck.
'I guess I know who Uncle T’s going on a date with’ Tracey thought happily.
She cleared her throat to get their attention. Suddenly, Michael stopped what he was doing. He didn’t move.
Trevor didn’t look up. He hadn’t even seen Tracey yet. He had his face in Michael’s hair.
“I think someone’s here.”
Trevor looked up and saw Tracey with the biggest smile on her face and her phone in her hand.
“Oh it’s Amanda.”
Michael’s neck snapped up ready to yell but relaxed when he saw his daughter standing there.
“Uh…hey Trace. What are you doin’ here?" Michael asked. Neither he nor Trevor moved.
"Uncle T called me and asked me to go shopping with him. Now I see why." Tracey said still smiling.
Michael felt the blush on his face as Trevor climbed off of him. He was sad to feel the warmth vanish.
"Well…okay. Why don’t you guys invite Franklin while I get ready here? Because I know how Trevor can be in public." Michael said eyeing the man.
"I wouldn’t have that problem if people weren’t so fucking ignorant." Trevor said as Tracey dragged him out the door.
"If only." Michael said as he went upstairs to get ready, unconscious of the small skip in his step.
Trevor called Franklin as he and Tracey pulled out of the De Santa residence.
"Hey T, how’s it hangin’?" Franklin asked.
"Oh, it’s hanging great my n word. How would you like to go shopping with me and Tracey? I’ve got a date tonight and she’s helpin’ me out. Michael suggested that you’d wanna go.”
Franklin knew why Michael ‘suggested’ he go. Trevor wasn’t exactly a people person, and one wrong look from a store clerk could end in utter chaos.
“Yeah sure man, where you guys goin’?”
“Some store called Ponsonby’s in Rockford Hills. But we’re almost there by the looks of it.”
“Okay I’ll be there in a few dawg.”
“Gotcha." Trevor said as they simultaneously hung up.
"So Uncle Trevor how did this happen with you and Daddy?"
"How did what happen?”
“This relationship of yours." Tracey said.
"Well you see Trace, your dad and I had this back when we were your age. But things changed when he met your mom. What you saw earlier is something even I’ve never seen before. That’s the first time he’s ever been…what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Yeah. Romantic. Back then, it was just about sex. I would try for that kinda stuff but he couldn’t do it. But hey, I’m glad that it’s now instead of never.”
“Well I’m happy for you guys. He seemed really happy earlier.”
“That he did.”
Once they arrived at Ponsonby’s, they sat in the car for a few minutes to wait for Franklin. Once Franklin arrived, they went in the store. Tracey spent a few minutes looking around and taking looks at Trevor before grabbing a couple of different outfits for Trevor to try on. Franklin looked through the racks to pass the time. Tracey came over to the rack he was at to look at a suit that Franklin was already reaching for. In that moment, their hands brushed together.
Tracey looked up at Franklin and smiled. All he could do was smile back.
Trevor came out of the dressing room with the first suit Tracey had picked out. It was just a plain black tuxedo, nothing flashy about it expect for the small diamond cufflinks that were on it.
“So how does this one look?" Trevor said as he eyed himself in the mirror.
Tracey looked at him carefully, inspecting each and every detail, while Franklin did the same to Tracey.
"It’s perfect." Tracey said as she put the other suits back. "Just take it off and I’ll get ready to go buy it."
Trevor went back into the dressing room and changed back into his clothes.
Tracey began to walk towards the counter but Franklin beat her to it.
"I’d like to buy the suit that he’s changing out of.”
The store clerk looked perplexed but accepted Franklin’s debit card when he handed it to her. All Tracey could do was stare at him.
“Y’know, you didn’t have to do that.” Tracey said smiling.
Franklin looked back at her and smiled.
“I wanted to, it’s cool." Franklin said as Trevor walked out of the dressing room with the suit on its hanger.
"It’s already been bought dawg; we can go."
"That was nice of ya Frank, thanks." Trevor said as they walked out of the store.
"No problem man." Franklin said as he walked towards his car.
"Wait!" Tracey said as she ran up to him. Franklin turned around to see Tracey pulling her phone out of her purse.
"I thought we could trade numbers, and maybe get together and do something?" Tracey said smiling.
Franklin pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. They put their numbers in each other’s phones and handed them back.
"Well, I’ll see you around. Bye Franklin." Tracey said walking to the car.
"Now then, back to the house!" Trevor said getting into the driver’s side.
"Hi, I’d like to make a reservation for tonight at seven, name De Santa please?”
Michael was going to take Trevor to one of the nicer places in Rockford Hills. It wasn’t too glitzy for Trevor, but it was still good enough for Michael.
“Your reservation has been verified sir, have a good day.”
“You too." Michael said as he hung up the phone.
He had already picked out a nice suit for tonight. He just needed to jump in the shower. Hearing the front door open, Michael left his bedroom and walked downstairs.
He found Trevor and Tracey walking in looking so…happy. Tracey had look on her face that he hadn’t seen since she was little. And Trevor was actually smiling. It wasn’t sinister or horrifying either.
"Well hey they porkchop." Trevor said as he sauntered up to him and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Tracey still had that look on her face, but now it was directed at them.
"Tracey it’s not what it looks like-”
“No Daddy it’s okay. Uncle Trevor explained it to me in the car. I’m happy for you. Now then, if you need me, I’ll be in my room." Tracey said before going upstairs.
"Well that went well." Trevor said as he nuzzled his face into Michael’s neck.
He still couldn’t get over the feeling of having Trevor in his arms. It felt so right.
"That it did T. That it did.”
He enjoyed the warmth that Trevor had for another couple of minutes before he untangled himself from the embrace.
“I’ve got another surprise for you." Michael said as he began climbing the stairs.
"Another surprise? Oh Mikey you shouldn’t have." Trevor said following him.
They walked into the master bedroom, and went into the bathroom. Trevor couldn’t believe what he saw. Michael had ran him a fucking bubble bath; with candles and the lights turned down low and everything. He turned around to look at Michael, and then out of nowhere he began to undress Trevor. Taking his time, he slowly pulled the t-shirt up and over his head. Undoing the belt with ease, he began to ease Trevor’s pants off as he took his boots off. All he had on now was his underwear. Michael seemed to take extra care taking those off. Once those were off, he kissed Trevor.
"Enjoy yourself T; you deserve it. I’ll come back when you’re done." Michael said before he left the room.
Trevor began to sit down in the bathtub. The temperature of the water was perfect, and it had the faint smell of…cinnamon?
'That fucker knows I love cinnamon…’
He had never felt more relaxed…and more loved. It was such a new feeling, and Trevor had no idea how to process it. He began to feel his muscles finally relax after being so tense all the time. He could finally unwind. It was sort of a sense of peace. He looked over at the different products he could use. Everything seemed to be made with spearmint, the shampoo and conditioner, hell even the body wash was spearmint.
Once he took care of everything, he pulled the plug and got out of the bathtub. Finding a fluffy white towel on the counter, he dried himself off with it before wrapping it around his waist and walking out of the bathroom.
He found the suit they bought earlier lying on the bed with a note.
After I took care of you, I went ahead and got ready. By the time you read this, I’ll already be at the restaurant waiting for you. Don’t worry about the details; Tracey is going to drop you off. Can’t wait to see you.
"Well aren’t you a fucking Casanova!" Trevor said excitedly as he began to put his suit.
It didn’t matter that they were going somewhere nice and upscale; they were going somewhere together. It brought along a sense of normalcy, if he was even fit to say the word. It didn’t matter if he was fit to or not, he was going on a date.
Once he looked over himself in the mirror, he went to look for Tracey.
"Tracey! I’m ready!"
Tracey was downstairs on her phone when she heard Trevor calling for her.
"Down here Uncle T! Let me just get my keys!"
Trevor waited at the front door for a minute before Tracey was ready. She was wearing something decent for once.
"Well you look nice and dressed for once Trace. Doing something tonight?" Trevor asked as they walked to her car
"Yeah me and Franklin are going to the movies. It’s a date." Tracey smiled as she turned out of the driveway.
"Oh a date huh? That’s nice. Oh also, your dad said you knew the details about this evening."
"Yeah, it’s this restaurant a few blocks from here. It’s really nice.”
They drove for a few more minutes before arriving at the restaurant.
“Okay Uncle Trevor, I hope you guys have a nice time." Tracey said before hugging him.
"Thanks Trace, you and Franklin be good y’hear?" Trevor said walking towards the entrance.
Once he found the hostess, he gave his reservation.
"Two for De Santa please?" Trevor asked.
The woman looked down at her book before smiling.
"Right this way sir." She said leading Trevor past a few tables before spotting Michael.
"Just in time I see." Michael said smiling.
Trevor sat down and the woman left. He looked around for a minute. It was dimly lit, with a man at a piano playing across the room. They had wine and water at the table.
"This is really nice Mikey. You’ve outdone yourself with all of these surprises.”
“Only the best for you Trevor. Like I said, you deserve it." Michael said before grabbing his hands. He held them there for a minute, grazing lightly over his knuckles. Letting them go, he took a sip of his wine. A waiter came to the table shortly after.
"Hello gentlemen, would you like to order?"
Michael looked down at his menu briefly while Trevor studied his.
"Yeah, I’ll take the grilled salmon.”
“Fine choice sir” The waiter said jotting it down. "And you sir?"
"Uh I think I’ll take the lobster bisque.”
The waiter looked at Trevor like he had just done something wrong.
“Okay, your order will be out shortly.”
Michael watched as the waiter left. He looked at Trevor and noticed the anger behind the blank stare and the way his knuckles began to match the crisp whiteness of the tablecloth.
“He noticed my accent. It’s not that obvious. So what I grew up Canada; it’s no big deal.”
Michael could see that Trevor was holding his anger in. It was always his accent that made him go off on people. But the Canadian jokes didn’t exactly help either. He didn’t understand why people gave Trevor those looks, but he could always alleviate the situation.
He grabbed Trevor’s hands and said something that Trevor had never heard in his life.
“T, have I ever mentioned that I love your accent?"
"So what movie do you wanna see?" Franklin asked looking at their options.
"This one looks good." Tracey said as she inspected the poster for a new horror film.
Franklin paid for their tickets while Tracey bought their snacks. They walked into the theatre. Finding a seat in the back, they sat down and waited for the movie to start.
"I’m glad that we did this." Tracey said smiling.
"I am too." Franklin said as the movie began to play.
The movie seemed to be the cliché horror film in which a group of teenagers are in a secluded cabin in the woods. The effects were so realistic you actually felt like you were in the movie though. Franklin looked over at Tracey, watching the way her eyes widened as the movie progressed.
Suddenly, one of the guys got stabbed, and Franklin felt her grab for his hand. She held it for a second before letting go of it.
"Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry." She said blushing, trying to conceal her embarrassment.
"Naw, you cool."
Looking up at him expectantly, Tracey reached for his hand. He watched as their fingers laced together perfectly before turning back to the movie with a smile on his face. He looked over to see the same expression on her face.
Everything suddenly stopped as Trevor processed Michael’s words.
"What did you just say?" Trevor asked looking at Michael incredulously
Michael continued to hold his hands. He certainly wasn’t acting repressed now.
"I said I love your accent. It fits you and your voice. I like the way you sound, I always have. Don’t worry about what other people think; you’re perfect how you are.”
Trevor didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever complimented him on anything before, let alone on his accent. It made him feel good to know that someone actually saw something good in him. It made him feel like less of a monster.
“Do you really mean that M?"
He looked into Michael’s eyes and saw someone that he hadn’t seen in a while. They were pierced with determination and he could see the real Michael. He didn’t see Michael De Santa, he finally saw Michael Townley. He saw the ghost of what he was come back to life.
"If I didn’t I wouldn’t have said it.”
He released Trevor’s hands right as the waiter came with their meals.
“Here you are gentlemen." The waiter said as he set the plates down and picked their wine glasses up and left.
They ate in silence, letting their minds wander.
This was new territory for the both of them; expressing their feelings wasn’t exactly easy for either of them. But Trevor appreciated the fact that Michael tried. He knew that Michael wasn’t that good with words (he wasn’t either), and that he was able to express how he felt just now was a surprise to Trevor. Maybe new Michael isn’t all that bad.
Once the two of them finished their meals, they paid and left the restaurant.
"I really enjoyed myself T. That was nice." Michael said as they walked to his car.
Trevor looked up at him and saw Michael smiling. It seemed that today was full of surprises.
"I had a good time too Mikey. We’ll have to do that again."
Once they got into the car, Michael turned to face him.
"You know this isn’t a joke right? I’m not going back to her. I left her for good. All I want now is you. I fucked up Trevor, and I hurt you. I want to do anything I can to make everything up to you." Michael took Trevor’s hand, lacing their fingers together. "I know it’s going to take some time, hell I’m surprised that you even said yes to me. But now I have the most important person in my life right here in front of me, back where he belongs.”
He leaned in towards Trevor, and everything fell into place from there. Feeling Trevor’s lips against his again was amazing. This wasn’t rushed, and it didn’t have to be. Just simply kissing Trevor was enrapturing. He skimmed his teeth across Trevor’s bottom lip and he let Michael in. They fought for dominance for several minutes before letting Trevor win.
They parted as they gasped for air. Once their heartbeats returned to a normal pace, they looked at each other. Trevor had such a relaxed smile on his face; Michael would’ve taken a picture to remember it by. It wasn’t deranged in the slightest; he actually looked happy. And with the way things were going, he planned to keep him looking that way.
“That was a pretty good movie." Tracey said as her and Franklin walked to their cars.
"Yeah I thought it was pretty good too."
"I had a really nice time tonight Franklin, thanks for taking me."
"It was no problem; and I had a good time too.”
Tracey looked up into his eyes and Franklin could feel his face begin to heat up. She leaned up towards his face and kissed him on the cheek. He put his hands on her hips as he felt her arms snake around his neck. It was the first time he had hugged a girl in a while, and he took his time and enjoyed it. She radiated warmth that had been gone from his life since Tanisha left. Her hair brushed against his nose and he smelled strawberries.
'Sunshine and strawberries.' He thought as they parted.
They drove home in comfortable silence, making their way through the bustling traffic of Los Santos. Once they made it home, Michael went upstairs with Trevor trailing behind him. He changed into his pajamas while Trevor stood next to the bed still in his suit.
“Do you need something to sleep in Trev’?" Michael asked as he walked towards the closet.
Trevor hadn’t said a word since they left the restaurant.
'Maybe he’s in shock..’.’ .’ Michael thought.
"Oh here you go." Michael said handing Trevor a wife beater and a pair of boxers.
He took them but still said nothing, simply going to the bathroom to change.
When he came back, he still said nothing. Michael had already turned out all of the lights except for a single lamp to illuminate the room.
"Michael what are you doing?" Trevor asked.
Michael looked over at Trevor. He was dressed in the clothes that he gave him, standing at the end of the bed.
"What do you mean ‘what am I doin?’? I’m going to bed. C’mon."
What Michael implied seemed to dawn on Trevor.
"Are you asking me to come to bed?"
"Yeah…I guess I am.”
Trevor walked towards the empty side of the bed and pulled the blankets back. He slipped under the covers as Michael turned the lamp off. Darkness consumed them as Michael turned to face Trevor. He opened his arms and pulled Trevor towards him.
Slipping into Michael’s embrace, Trevor felt warmth. He also felt love, in its purest form. Resting his head in the crevice between Michael’s head and shoulder, he began to relax.
“Goodnight T, I love ya.”
Another thought dawned on Trevor. He had found love again. But now it was finally his.
“Night M, love ya too." He said as he kissed Michael before closing his eyes.
Michael smiled and closed his eyes too as he laid his head next to Trevor’s.