Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC. All GTA V characters belong to whoever they belong to, which isn't me, yadda yadda.

Summary: Corey is a mute 19 year old boy sent to stay with his aunt and uncle in Sandy Shores while legal authorities are investigating his parents. While there he runs into Trevor and associates, and is quickly caught up in their insane, self-destructive lifestyle. He finds he can't escape and it's dangerous to try. Especially since he has skills Trevor finds will be useful in his business with Michael and his own personal shenanigans.

Warnings: It includes Trevor, so inappropriate relations are bound to happen. But, seriously, there will be slash and probably some drug use (because, again: Trevor. And Wade.)

Ch.1
New Friend

Corey walked down the road, confusion a dull and constant irritant in his mind. This place was a shit hole. He'd not ever seen a place like this before. Even the ghettos where he lived with his parents weren't this ghetto. The whole place looked like a junk yard. Like this was the place where broken down, unlivable houses were dropped off to die. It made more sense to him why they never came to visit. And people lived here. Even his uncle's house was disappointingly run-down and…not quite what you'd call a house, though it was better than some of the other places around.

Corey noticed a gas station ahead, right across the narrow street from a trailer. He raised an eyebrow and looked around for any other sign of businesses. It appeared again that this was a fluke. Neighborhoods and business districts were all mish-mashed together. House, store, trailer, empty lot, trailer, trailer, store, abandoned building. Corey sighed through his nose and looked around. He needed help. Where was the fucking mall? Nobody around looked very personable and well, without verbal communication, getting anyone's attention would be difficult. Most people worked with him, but there were others that didn't take him seriously when he handed them a written note. He groaned. As he neared the gas station, he looked at the trailer across from it. Even the yard looked like a junk yard. He wondered if anyone actually lived there. He turned and walked around to the front of the gas station. He would probably ask the clerk. That's what he thought tentatively anyway, but then he saw a young guy at the vending machine fighting with a dollar and stopped. He stared at him and considered. Then he decided to try him first. Sometimes peers were more forgiving (disgruntled employees didn't much like to entertain his vocal handicap); and he didn't look all that dangerous from what he could see.

Corey approached, tearing out his note. He cleared his throat and approached his side. The guy looked up at him. Corey mentally paused, taking him in. He looked a little rougher in the face than he was expecting and had quite a few piercings, including a high-profile one through his lip. His eyes darted over him and he blinked slowly. Corey couldn't help noticing the shadows under his eyes and the strange small red marks on his cheeks.

"Uh, you wanna get something? It's gonna be a second. I'm havin' trouble with the machine." Corey shook his head. The man talked with a little bit of a lisp. It wasn't the gay lisp, though. It sounded, well, unintelligent. Corey held up a finger, then beckoned for the dollar, tilting his head towards the machine. "Yeah, I couldn't get it to go in," he explained as Corey took it and found a corner to rub it on. It was crinkled all to hell. Corey wasn't sure if he could get it to take. But after a couple tries, he got it to feed through. "Thanks." Corey smiled at him and watched him clumsily push buttons after careful consideration. He bent at the waist to fish inside the drop-catch with only a slight bend in his knees. When he stood back up Corey handed him the note. "Huh?" He looked down and read it. "Yeah, I know where that is. Want me to take you? It's a little bit of a walk." Corey tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, but nodded. He really picked the winner. Found the one friendly in this town. Even if he was a bit odd.

Just like that they walked away from the gas station side by side, his guide knocking back a Faygo and chowing quietly on some nondescript vending machine candy bar. After he got himself satiated for the moment, the young man looked at him and asked, "So, you never been here before?" Corey confirmed with a shake of his head.

"That's cool. You just visiting?" Corey shook his head and motioned for him to stop as he scribbled on the notepad. "What's wrong? You got a sore throat or somethin'?" Corey smiled and chuckled. He handed him the note.

_I'm staying with my aunt and uncle for a while. And no, I just don't talk._

"Oh…so you can't talk, at all?" Corey shook his head. It might as well be true. He hadn't spoken since he was small. "Oh, wow, that must be tough." Corey shrugged. "Do you know anyone around here? Sides yer family I mean?" Corey shook his head. "Oh, well I could be your friend. If you want." Corey smiled with silent laughter and patted him on the shoulder. He gave a nod.

"My name's Wade. What's yer name?" Corey pointed at the brass tag on his collar around his neck and they stopped again. Wade squinted and leaned forward. Really close. Corey gradually tilted his chin up and to the side to give him room, but it looked to Corey as if Wade wasn't going to stop til he bumped him. But he didn't and began reading the tag out loud.

"Co-ree Whaaaite. Niceth to meet yew Corey." Corey nodded. "So whatcha goin' to the mall fer?" Corey shrugged and made a generalized gesture. "Just browsin'?" Corey nodded. "Well, it'sth not as good as in the city, but itsth got some neat stuff." Well, Corey hadn't been expecting anything amazing given the look of the place so far.

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Corey wasn't sure what the hell he was looking at. He didn't know why Wade was leading him up to this shithole, but it clearly wasn't a mall. There was a clothing outlet, tattoo and piercing shoppe, a barber shoppe.

This dingy beat up building…was this town's idea…of a strip mall. What…the hell. Then there was a video store that looked like it sold various electronics too. Looked like it even still carried VHS. Wade turned to him. "Where yew wanna go?" Corey stared at his options, deciding that this hadn't even been worth it; however, they were there, he might as well poke around. Then he pointed to the clothing store. He hadn't packed much, so a shirt or two wouldn't hurt.

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They went in and out of a few stores and Corey came away with a few good things. It didn't cost much. Five-finger discount n all. After Wade asked, "Didn't see anything ya laiked?" as they were walking away, Corey decided to let him in on the deal. Wade didn't look like square. In fact, it turned out that Wade was rather impressed, marveling at how he had had no idea. Corey smiled, feeling a little good about himself.

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Continued in the next chapter!