Sooooo…. I never really wrote fanfiction and wanted to give this a try. I do not own Trevor Philips, rockstar games does. I Do own Addie, she's the oc. I had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to write.
Trevor Philips was having a bad fucking day. As his Bodhi roared down the dusty highway, the insistent voice raged in his head, ranting and raving about the utter chaos he had just endured. You see, he was minding his own business at the vanilla Unicorn, when some group of hipsters decided to rain on his parade. Trevor had heard some commotion from the back office , and went to investigate. To his surprised when he hit the main floor of the strip joint , one of those drunk idiots was standing on top of the bar shouting about how strip joints were the low of the economy or some shit like that. Not wanting to scare of the already paying customers in the joint, Trevor tried to be a civil as he could be; so he told the little asshole to get off the fucking counter and leave. But the little fucker and his friends booed him and called him a simple minded Canadian. Can you believe the audacity? In his own fucking bar? On his turf?
Trevor saw red, and reached up grabbing the the mainstream idiot by the legs yanking him off the bar. The hipster head slammed against the bar till with a satisfying crack. his friends came to his rescue, kicking and punching at Trevor with all their might. However Trevor did not feel anything as Red Clouded his vision. the insults of "motherfucker" and "Canadian" rung through his ears. The screams of the strippers and clientele mixed in with his victims and he beat them to a bloody pulp. Once the red faded and everything was clear again, he was covered in blood. The lifeless bodies of his hipster victims laid out in front of him. His bodyguards frozen think they were next. Trevor took a few deep breaths, and dropped the arm he held in his hands. In his rage he had ripped it off someone.
"you, " he points to the closest guard without looking in his direction. "I want you and your buddies to clean this shit up." He wiped at his face, the blood making it itch. "wade will deal with the rest." With that he stormed out of the Vanilla Unicorn.
Trevor growled in frustration, he was going to have the joint closed for a few nights until all the evidence of his tantrum was gone. That was not good for business. As he pulled up to his driveway he noticed that his unannounced roommate, Addie, was there. the vehicle she had stolen was parked through his already broken fence. He shut off the engine with another growl and stalked inside his trailer. As he entered what he called home, he saw Addie curled up on a brand-new couch. where the hell was his old one? Addie was dressed in her sleeping clothes, a tight skirt that had silver cheetah prints scattered all over the fabric and a black tank top. She had a bottle of whiskey in her left hand and her eyes were rimmed red as if she had been crying. Her Mohawk was puffed up and tangled, as if someone got a hold of it during a fight. angry red welts where all over her arms and back, her legs had a few scrapes and scratches.
"where the fuck's my couch?" Trevor asked as he went to his fridge to get a cold beer. Addie sat up and turned to him, her big brown eyes wide with surprise. She had a bruise forming on the lower part of her jaw, while red scratches were on her cheek. She slid a shaky hand through her tangled hair.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, " she said in a nonchalant manner. "this has always been your couch." Trevor rolled his eyes and slammed the fridge shut. He strolled to the couch, Addie made way for him and he plopped down. He couldn't help but noticed how soft the couch was.
Addie took a swig of the whiskey and held the bottle out to Trevor. He took the bottle from her and took a larger drink.
"so," Addie started as she watched Trevor. "whose blood are you covered in?" his looked down at his chest forgetting he was covered in blood.
"some stupid hipster." He answered before taking an other swing of the whiskey. Addie let out a throaty laugh. She reached out for the bottle, only to have Trevor glare at her before taking another drink. She sighed and leaned away from Trevor.
"what did he do?" she asked watching Trevor, he was uncharacteristically quiet. Trevor didn't answer, she made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and snatched Trevor's beer from his hand. He glared at her as she downed the bottle. He couldn't help but be impressed with her.
"let me guess," she tossed the bottle aside and stood up. Trevor watched her stumble a bit to the fridge. "he probably called you a name you didn't like or said something about your 'accent' which, by the way I don't fucking hear. " she pulled out a bowl of grapes she had bought earlier after the incident with few bikers. Trevor chucked the bottle, missing Addie by inches. She didn't bat an eye as it shattered behind her. She popped a grape in her mouth and went to sit back down on the couch.
"shut the Fuck up!" Trevor snarled at her. She retorted something in Spanish that sounded like eat my ass. She continued to eat her grapes in silence as Trevor lost himself in his head.
"Trevor, I'm sad." Addie declared chucking a grape at his head. He turned to scowl at her.
"and what the fuck do you expect me to do about that?" he growled. He was on edge, his high was coming to an end he could feel it. Addie gave him a dirty look.
" I don't know, act like a fucking friend you prick." She threw another grape at him. It hit him between the eyes and bounced back at her. He was inches away from strangling the girl.
"what the fuck do you want me to say? Huh? Everyone's sad. everyone has problems. Deal. With. It." Addie's eyes brimmed with unshed tears. She looked down at the near empty bowl of grapes. Trevor was a tad bit surprised, normally Addie would throw a temper tantrum. He was surprised she didn't slam the bowl of grapes in his face and storm to his bedroom. Or that she didn't pull her pistol out and bash him good on the side of his skull, But she closed down. This wasn't like Addie at all.
"shit," he muttered. And ran a hand through his thinning hairline. "I'm sorry, okay. I just had a bad day." Addie nodded, but didn't say anything. "please talk to me, you're creeping me out." Addie didn't look at him as she mumbled something. Trevor growled in frustration and turned to the girl. "what?"
"can we cuddle?" Addie said a little louder this time her face scrunched up as if she was trying not to cry. Trevor was speechless. He had never seen Addie cry and she never wanted him to touch her. In fact Ever since she had fell through his roof a few months back, he had never seen her cry and when he would pat her on the back or try to get close she would move away from him.
"please, " she whispered. "I miss my mom and sister. When I was sad they would hug me." Trevor stared down her. She finally looked up at him. Had she trusted him enough to… cuddle with him?
"okay…" he said lamely and silently cursed himself. Why was he acting like such a pussy? He was the Trevor Philips! People knew his name, they feared him. Addie slowly moved toward him as if trying not to scare him away. She moved close to his side melding her body against his. Her right arm moving across his stomach. His right arm moving around her shoulders. She then buried her face into his side and begun to cry. Her shoulders shaking with each sob. Trevor suddenly found himself whispering encouraging words to her.
"hey, hey," he said softly. "it's okay, tell uncle T. What's going on" Addie pulled away from his side and told him about the incident with the bikers.
Addie was leaving chef with the ingredients he need for the new batch, when two bikers from the lost confronted her outside the lab sight. She had forgotten her pistol and only had her switchblade chef had given her the day they met. She refused to go with the bikers when they attacked. She managed to fight them off, but was blindsided by a third biker that was hiding. The three had hauled her to a quiet corner to "have a word" with her. The third biker had groped her while the other two had laughed and said her body was going to be a present for Trevor as a warning that the lost was coming back. The third biker argued that he wanted some fun before killing her. He had advanced on her with a predatory smile and unzipped his pants, thank goodness chef had followed and shot the other two while Addie stabbed mister rapist in the dick with her blade.
Trevor stared down at the girl anger swirling through his limbs he was going to kill the rest of those sad sacks.
"I forgot how it felt to feel helpless." Addie whispered as she drew invisible circles with her finger on Trevor shirt. "oh and it didn't end there," she snarled. "fucking Barbara calls me and tells me that her boyfriend wants to shoot a porno, and guess who she wanted to do it with!? Me!" Addie looked super at Trevor anger swirling in her bright brown eyes. "how fucking low can she be? And when I said no she like 'oh, so you sell drugs and you're too good for porn?' I don't fucking sell drugs Bitch! I'm the right hand woman of Trevor fucking Philips!" Trevor face broke into a grin. He felt pride make it's way to his heart, he never had someone declare something like that. But something gnawed at him.
"wouldn't it be illegal if you starred in porn? You're like seventeen right?" Addie looked up at him in confusion. She pulled away from him, a smile suddenly blooming on her face.
"what? Trevor, you think I'm seventeen?" Trevor looked down at her confused. He nodded his head. She burst into laughter burying her face on his side once again. Getting offended, he tried to pull away from her.
"don't fucking laugh at me! " he snapped. Addie pulled him close, her laughter ebbing away.
"I'm sorry! It was cute! But I'm 28!" Trevor mouth fell open in shock. What the hell? She didn't look twenty-eight. She had a youthful glow, her skin was soft looking… wait she was of age?
"so does that mean we can bone? " Addie rolled her eyes. "I mean you don't look 28." Addie smiled.
"thank my Filipino mom for my good looks, and my Mexican dad for my temper." Trevor laughed and leaned back into the couch, suddenly feelings tired. His high was gone, Addie returned to his side.
"if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your throat out." Addie threatened as she snuggled up close to him. Trevor gave a shirt mocking laugh.
"I was about to say the same thing bright eyes." His eyelid felt heavy with sleep.
So this was it my first fanfiction. I know Trevor's ooc sorry. But I need to write this. I was thinking about actually writing how the two met but hmm. ..don't know yet.