Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm going to be saying this. I'm not going to be putting this up in every chapter 'cause I think it's unnecessary and I assume you already know who it belongs to, I'm just borrowing it for the story. I don't own Grant Theft Auto V or any of the characters, locations, etc. Everything belongs to RockStarGames and contributors of the game. My oc's and the concept of the story are mine.
Author's notes: I know I shouldn't be posting this, on the count of the other Fanfiction's I've written, but yeah. I have no excusable reason why I haven't continued with the other, but I assure you I will be working on the other Fic. Not immediately, but I will eventually. I'm sorry if you have been waiting for Tennis Count to continue and I'm a piece of shit for not continuing, but yeah. I apologize. So yeah.. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is open and I'd appreciate the feedback. Thanks again. Also, I'm sorry too if I haven't written the canon character's properly..
~Harley
Michael sighed as he stared at Angus who was leaning on his car.
The situation was messed up and there was nothing either of them could do.
Angus held his arms closely to himself as he rubbed his eyes.
It was quiet; they had nothing left to say to each other.
The chirping and vibration of the young man's phone announced an incoming call.
He looked to Michael who nodded as he reached into his pocket for his cellphone.
"Lester," he smiled broadly, "You were right."
He paused, squeezing his phone before ignoring the call.
Michael was suddenly confused.
"You know. It's not that important to me anymore," he paused staring out toward the city, "Secretly, I was so angry growing up, but now. I'm, I'm content with what I have now. And, I turned out fine, right?"
He turned back to Michael with a smile.
Michael approached him. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Suddenly his phone rang.
"It was nice knowing you, old man." He said patting Michael's shoulder.
Michael disregard his last remark and dug in his pocket for his cellphone, it was Lester.
"Tell everyone I said goodbye and thank Lester for me will you." He shouted back to Michael, waving goodbye.
Michael watched him enter his vehicle and slowly drive away.
"Hey." Michael answered his phone.
In a large studio apartment on the west side of Los Santos was Angus, who sat quietly in the kitchen. He was glancing back and forth at the two young women who were talking loudly at one another.
Sighing he rubbed the stubble on his chin.
"No! I said no! We're not putting Cheetah on the guest list! You're my friend, my best friend, but we're not inviting her!" A young brunette shouted.
"Why not!? She's your friend too!" The other shouted back with a Colombian accent.
"Who is, 'Cheetah' again? Have I met her?" The only man in the room asked, confused over their argument.
"As if you don't remember. She was the one rubbing up against you at the engagement party." The brunette said in a huff.
The Colombian woman simply rolled her eyes as she organized the bundles of paper and magazines that cluttered the table.
"How adorable! You're jealous." He smiled, leaning in for a kiss, but was denied.
"I'm not jealous. She just never liked me since I've been working there. She's jealous." The brunette pouted.
"I'm teasing you, my love." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I only have eyes for you." He reassured her.
Angus Wood, a business owner. He was nineteen when he finally left home to go to college in Los Santos and business management wasn't his first choice, but when the opportunity was given to him by his aunt. He didn't refuse. He started off as a laborer and worked his way up, going to school by day and working at night. He struggled for four and a half years before graduating with his bachelors and eventually took over the business.
One night, he and the boys went out clubbing and as the night progressed they ended up at a strip club, The Vanilla Unicorn. Where he met his now fiance, Christel Walker.
Christel worked as a stripper before meeting Angus. She came from a high class family and originally lived in the suburbs with her family. She left home on the count of her fathers disapproval of Liberal Arts. He did not want her pursuing dance and enforced her to pursuit law instead. She refused and in anger he compared her to a stripper, causing her leaving home. It was frightening for her in the beginning, but with nowhere to go, no income and no work experience she became desperate. She was found living on the streets by, Gabriela Vergara who introduced her to the Vanilla Unicorn.
Gabriela also known as 'Pepper' was born and raised in Los Santos. The thirty year old mother was Christel's only friend. She met her at a coffee shop where her credit card was declined. She pitied the young girl and offered to by her coffee. While talking with her she learned of her situation and quickly decided to look out for her. She offered her a place to stay and showed her where she worked. She eventually got her a job at the strip club and looked out for her ever since.
Angus walked over to the couch on the opposite side of the room to sit as the two continued to argue over the stripper known as Cheetah.
Grabbing the t.v remote he flipped through the channels.
Gabriela finally said her goodbyes as she was shown to the door. She hugged Christel briefly before leaving..
Christel smiled when she seen her future husband relaxing on the couch.
She made her way to him and snuggled against him on the couch.
He was lost in the t.v when she stroked his chin and neck.
"You know, we still haven't finished our guest list right?" she said leaning against his shoulder.
"I already written down my side of the list." he said with his eyes glued to the t.v.
"That's five people!" She pulled away to look at him.
"What? Shay and Aidan might bring their girlfriends, if they have any, I mean. And then there's Pat and his wife. See, eight people right there." he said, clicking his tongue, "Besides I thought you wanted a small wedding?"
"Well of course they're going to bring someone! It's plus one on the invitations!"
"What do you want me to do about it? I don't have a huge family!"
"What about on your dad's side? I'm sure you have some family there."
"Don't even go there, Christel!" he through a look at her.
"What?" She shrugged.
"I don't know who he is, Christel. He could be dead or he probably doesn't even know I exist and I'd like to keep it that way, alright?" he said jumping up from the couch.
"Okay, fine! I just don't see what the big deal is anyway."
"The big deal," he paused with a stunned expression, "Do you know how strange it would be to show up one day, 'Oh hey, I'm your son. Would you mind coming to my wedding? That would be great,' No, that wouldn't be great! In fact it's the exact opposite of great. It'd be awful!"
"Don't yell at me!" She shouted.
"I'm," he sighed, "I'm not yelling. Christel, there's a reason I don't care about him. There's a reason I hate him and want nothing to do with him. If he was dead I'd be glad. In fact, I'd search for his tombstone just to jig on it."
"Why? Tell me why then!"
"That prick raped my mother, alright. And I was the bittersweet result, a rape-conceived child. But she still loved me unconditionally, raising me on her own. It'd be a disgrace to my mother if he came to my wedding and not her. So, please. Please! Just drop it. Please, that's all I'm asking."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "If I'd known." she stood to her feet to hug him.
"I know you are, my love," he sighed, "I'll admit it's not a regular dinner conversation." He said, kissing the top of her head.
It had been several days later since the subject of his father came up and Angus was relieved. Christel no longer brought it up or bothered him about it. She forgotten like he had forgotten and he was grateful. Or so he was.
Angus knocked hard on the back door to the Vanilla Unicorn.
Christel phoned him earlier in the day and had some news for him. She told him to meet her at the club and that she would be waiting for him.
He banged hard once again.
Pulling out his cellphone he gave her a call.
Suddenly the back door burst open causing Angus to stumble back.
"Who the fuck is banging on my door! People are trying to sleep!" Trevor shouted emerging from behind the door.
"You!" he pointed, "I'll show you for disturbing me!" He said entering the club, only to return with a bat.
"Hey, baby." Christel said through the phone.
Angus screamed, dodging Trevor's swing.
"Hold. Fucking. Still!" Trevor said through gritted teeth.
Gabriela and Christel heard Trevor's shouting through the phone and quickly headed to the back of the club.
"No, Trevor!" Gabriela shouted pushing through the door.
Christel stood in front of Angus while Gabriela tried to calm Trevor down.
"Detener, Trevor! Stop!" Gabriela shouted. (Stop)
"Jesus." Angus said behind Christel.
"He's my fiance, Trevor! The one I was talking about!" Christel shouted.
Trevor was breathing heavily while he looked from Gabriela to Christel and back to Angus.
"Well then," he laughed it off, "Why didn't you say so. C'mon in!" He said entering the club.
The door made a banging noise as it closed.
The three of them slowly made their way inside.
Angus sat back in his seat. He was parked outside the Vanilla Unicorn. He didn't know what drove him back to the strip club. Maybe it was guilt? Or fate. He didn't know. The only thing that entered his mind was the image of his sad soon-to-be wife.
Angus thought about the event that happened days prier.
"I can't fucking believe this!" Angus shouted pacing back and forth.
"I only wanted to help you, Gus," Christel shouted back, "If he's still-"
"No! I asked you to leave this alone and what do you do," He shouted, turning to face her, "You stick your nose in my business!"
"Would you just listen-"
"No, you listen! I trusted you with a painful aspect of my life and not only that you brought these two-" He shouted as a fist collided into face.
Angus fell back, landing on his side. He felt his jaw throbbing as he cradled it with his hand.
"Don't you ever! Shout at a woman in my presence, you fucking prick!" Trevor shouted at him, shoving his finger in his face.
Angus couldn't hear a word he said while his mind fuzzed over. He simply nodded, standing to his feet..
"Especially not one of my girls! Got it!" Trevor huffed, "I'm doing you a special favor here and Trevor Phillips don't do favors, but since it's Chrissy I'm willing to this one time. This. One, fucking time!"
"He's a rapist!" Angus huffed.
"Only the more reason to find the sick fuck! And chop his balls off!" Trevor said with a wicked grin.
"I'm not interested in his balls. I'm staying at a hotel." Angus said to Christel while heading to the door. "Text me when your finished with my daddy issues."
With a heavy sigh he ran his hand through his hair before slowly leaving his car.
He entered the strip club and made his way to the back. After he was given permission by the bodyguard he headed to Trevor's office.
The moment he reached the doorknob he felt regret growing inside him and made his way inside.
"What the fuck do you want?" Trevor said from behind his desk.
"I was wondering if the offer still stands."
"Still stands?" Trevor slowly stood to his feet. "You're lucky I don't strangle you with the phone cord right now!"
Angus took a step back, frightened by his threat.
"You made that lovely creature ball her fucking eyes out! And you're asking me if the offer still, 'stands', you piece of shit!"
"I know, and I feel horrible about it. I'm sorry.." Angus lift his hands in self-defense.
"Sorry?" Trevor approached him, "Not yet you're not!"
"Christel knows I'm here!" he blurred out "I apologized to her last night. And I know she was just trying to help. We agreed if your guy can't find him she'll leave it alone."
Trevor just eyed him suspiciously.
"The bachelor party," he said, "I want to run it."
"What?" Angus was confused with the crazed man who threatened him moments ago.
"The bachelor party, I want to run it! In exchange! For the favor."
"Well, that's the best-man's job," He said as Trevor glared at him, "But I think we can work that out."
"Alrighty then, lets go!" He said walking passed him.
"Jesus." Angus whispered.
"Hurry up, we ain't got all day." Trevor shouted over his shoulder.
They were riding in Trevor's truck racing through traffic, Angus would jerk every now and then by Trevor's reckless driving making the ride more than uncomfortable. It would be a frightening experience he won't soon forget.
Trevor made a sharp turn causing his passenger to become nervous.
"Why the change of heart, Paddy?" He said with a cheerful tone.
"Christel reconciled with her father and they're speaking again. She thinks I need closure, to make peace with this. She just doesn't realize I've made peace with this long ago." he grunted, "It just goes to show how much I'm willing to please her."
"She's got you by the balls, doesn't she?" He chuckled.
"Ah, marriage." He said reaching for his phone. Searching through his contacts he found Lester.
"Hey Moe!" he said, "I have a friend with me and he needs to find someone, his dad."
Angus looked to Trevor who held a phone to his ear. It was obvious that the person on the other end wanted nothing to do with him and shouted back at him, refusing.
"Great! We'll be there in two shakes." he said hanging up.
It was also obvious that Trevor Philips does not take 'no' for an answer.
They were driving for 20 minutes or so when they finally arrived to Lester's shady house.
Angus was unfamiliar with this part of the city, as they came to a stop he looked over to the constriction and the men who were hard at work. Or hardly working.
Trevor was the first to reach the house that was on lock down. It had bars on the windows and if you were close enough you could see the camera's that surrounded the place. It was as if someone was trying to keep something out, or in.
Angus heard a buzzer and looked to Trevor.
"Are you coming in or not, paddy-cake?"
Angus slowly entered the strangers house.
He could hear Trevor and a strangers voice as they spoke bitterly to one another.
"I'm not your personal search engine, Trevor. Believe it or not, I have a life and a busy schedule." Lester said slumping back into his chair.
"That never stopped you snooping your way into peoples files, like a parasite, before?" Trevor casually sat upon his bed.
"Yes, well, nevertheless I'm busy." Lester turned to his computer.
It was visible that he was tolerating him, but from what Lester knew it was not to piss Trevor off.
"C'mon! I thought you liked," Trevor gestured to the computer and all the equipment in his house. "This."
"If I could just say something for a moment." Angus looked from Trevor, to Lester "It doesn't matter to me if you can find this guy or not, but my bride looked to Trevor for help and Trevor brought me here to you. She trusts him and if you're as good as Trevor says you are than I'm willing to pay you. If that'll hurry up the process a bit."
Trevor smiled turning to Lester.
"Hear that! The kids willing to pay, how bout it, Lest?"
"Alright! Fine." Lester sighed
"Do you know anything about this guy, any information I could use to make the search easier? An old address, name, crime? Anything?" Lester turned to Angus.
Angus furrowed his brow to think.
He begun snapping his fingers as he tried to remember.
"My mother wrote his name down years ago. It was kind of a homely name. Ta-Townsend, Towner, Townley. Townley! Michael Townley, that's it!" He said happily pointing to Lester.
Lester's head snapped from Angus to Trevor whose face suddenly fell.
Author's note: I suddenly feel gross for writing this.. I know, children of canon character's leads to Mary/Gary sue tendencies, but I'm trying hard not to make it that way. There are too few exceptions when writing a child of canon characters and I want this one to be an exception. I searched writing tips on how to do that and I've learned what to do and what not to do. Hopefully my search will be fruitful. I just really want this to be good, not just for me but for you as a reader as well.. So yeah..
To clear up any confusion, I usually use Italic for thinking back/past moments, emphasizing a word and other languages.
Words used were:
Spanish
Detener = stop.
I don't know Spanish and I used Google translator for help, if I used it wrong, please tell me. Which I'll be using for most languages.
Trivia time!
Angus is Irish/Scottish, but know's French and Italian. The name Angus means one's strength and is of Scottish origin. Also, Angus Young is the lead guitarist of the band, AC/DC. Which is why I chose it. Originally, Angus last name was Adamson then changed to Armstrong and is now, Wood.
Christel/Christal/Crystal is an American name. The name chosen for this character is the fact that Trevor's favorite drug is methamphetamine, also known as crystal meth, hence the name. Her last name, Walker, was chosen on the count of The Walking Dead. I like zombies.
Gabriela is a feminine form of Gabriel and is of Spanish origin. Her last name 'Vergara' is based on the surname of the actress, Sofia Vergara. Who plays on Modern Family as Gloria. Which the character is based.
The songs that inspired this chapter are:
Peach, Plum, Pear by Joanna Newsom
Crave you by Flight Facilities
Only Time by Enya
Afraid by The Neighborhood