The beeping of the coffee maker filled my ears waking me up from my deep sleep. Fuck what time is it? My eyes fluttered open only for me to be blinded by the sunlight shining through the windows. I cursed at myself and decided that today would be the day to get some blinds. I tried to lift myself from the cheap blow up mattress I had slept on but it was like it sucked me back in. Some air must have got out while I was asleep. Madison walked into my room to see me struggling. She laughed and took a sip of her coffee.

"Morning sunshine? Having some trouble getting out of bed?"

"Ha ha very funny."

I finally managed to get up and groaned. I shouldn't have drank so much last night, I knew I was going to be hungover. My head pounded as I scooted past Madison to get to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth I realized that I don't even know what happened at the club last night. God how much did I drink? I spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink before shoving Madison out of the way to get to the kitchen. She followed close behind and sat down on the floor. I poured myself a cup of coffee and joined her. We sat in silence staring at the floor until Madison piped up.

"We really need to get a tv. It's boring sitting here like this."

I giggled and took another sip of my coffee.

"I know, but first we both need to get a job."

Madison almost spit out her coffee and gave me a disgusted look.

"Ew…a job."

"Madison, how else are we going to get furniture? We've been sleeping on air mattresses for these past couple of days for God's sake."

"Alright Alright." She held her hand up in defeat," I think I might get a job at the club and become a stripper."

"Madison!" I started laughing and smacked her in the arm.

"Hey! I could work out to and have the upper body strength to pole dance!"

I looked at her with raised my eyebrows. She let out a snicker and grinned.

"I'm just kidding, maybe I'll apply for a job at the nail shop I saw one on our way home last night."

"That would be good for you, you're like an artist when it comes nail designs."

"What about you?"

"I thought about getting a job at the bank. I heard they get paid well."

"Nice."

Madison got up and put her empty cup in the sink. She started for her bedroom and waved her hand in the air.

"I'm gonna slip on some clothes and then head out. I'll pick up some things too. I'l walk so you can take the car. The nail shop and store isn't that far from here."

"Okay."

I decided to take a nice long shower to get rid of the smell of liquor seeping through my skin. After fishing around my suitcase I finally decided on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. I made my way downstairs after getting dressed and walked outside. The sun blinded me as I walked to the car making me curse under my breath. The hum of the engine seemed to fall in with the morning traffic as I drove along the boulevard. I wasn't sure where the bank was so I ended up driving for a while until I found one. I pulled up into the parking lot and settled on a spot near the front. The door slammed behind me and I walked towards the door.

As soon as I walked in, I knew that I was in an upscale bank. The furniture was clearly expensive and there were nothing but rich people in here. I stood in line behind a woman wearing a silk suit and classy shoes. Everyone here was so nicely dressed, it made me feel uncomfortable.

"Next." a teller called.

I walked up to the bank teller and smiled. However she didn't return the smile. She seemed a bit snobby to me with her gold necklace and diamond earrings. She looked at me as if I were lost or something.

"Hi I would like to apply for a job."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh! Well…we're not hiring at the moment."

"Really? 'Cause I saw a sign out there saying 'now hiring'."

"Oh that must be a mistake. Someone must have forgot to take it down."

"Look, I just moved here and I really need a job. Can you just help me out?"

I was beginning to grow impatient. I could practically feel the anger building up inside me.

"Miss…I don't think someone of your…" she paused and looked at me from head to toe,"background would represent us probably."

After that I had lost it. My background?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"My background?!" I paused and took a deep breath,"Look here bitch."

She gasped and grit her teeth. I leaned in close so that my mouth was right by the speaker.

"I didn't come here to be insulted. I won't stand for that shit."

"Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I slammed my hand against the glass window making the woman jump.

"I don't think you heard me correctly."

"I'm going to call security."

"Now Maureen, don't do that."

A man's husky voice rang behind me.

"Mr. Philips!"

I turned around to see the man I saw a couple days ago at the diner. I almost gasped at the sight of him. He winked at me and walked up to the thin glass separating us. He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned to the side to make room for me to stand next to him.

"She seems like a nice girl Maureen, huh?"

"O-of course!"

"Right…so you're gonna give her a job."

"Yes! Um…" she disappeared beneath the counter and fished around for something,"Here's an application, you can fill it out over there."

She pointed to the couple of chairs across the room. My savior grinned at her and took at his wallet out as I went to sit down. After filling out all 3 pages, I walked over to Maureen cutting the line and handed her the application.

"Thanks." I winked.

"We'll call you soon." Her voice quivered as I walked away.

I looked around to see that the guy was no where to be found. Damn, I wanted to thank him. As I walked outside, much to my surprise I saw him leaning against my car picking at his nails. As I approached him a smirk crept up on my face which surprised me. I should be scared of this guy, but I wasn't. As soon as he saw me he looked me and up down.

I studied him real carefully, taking in his presence. He had several scars on his face and dark circles under his eyes. On his neck was a tattoo that said 'cut here' with broken lines going all around. I moved down to his hands, but I could feel his gaze burning into me.

"Hey, uh thanks for that in there. If you didn't come to the rescue I would've beat that bitch to a pulp."

"Ah, you're a crazy girl…." He let out a low growl making my skin crawl,"I like that."

He licked his lips and walked closer to me.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"The name's Trevor. You?"

"Willow."

He let out a harsh snicker,"Willow? What kind of fucking name is that?"

"It's the name my shitty parents gave me. Sounds like a tree I know, but hey what can you do?"

Trevor started laughing again and began to walk away, but I wasn't ready for him to leave yet.

"Hey-so, uh what were you doing in there anyway?" I pointed to the bank.

He stopped and turned towards me. His mouth twitched at my comment. I noticed that he was wearing a ragged Love Fist tank and torn up jeans. His boots were pretty beat up too.

"Let's just say I like to keep my money in a safe place, huh?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with a confused expression. Trevor didn't seem to notice so he took a step closer to me hoping that I would say something else.

"So uh, Trevor…do you happen to know where I could buy some blinds for some windows."

He rubbed his hands together and gave me a little smirk before heading towards his Bodhi.

"I know a place. Follow me there."

"Sure."

I hopped in my Jeep and revved up the engine waiting for Trevor to pull off. As soon as he did I was on his tail the whole time. I didn't take us that long to get there, it wasn't far from the bank. Trevor turned into a parking lot so I followed. He pulled up in front of a a small building that said Blinds Plus. We both got out of our cars and me in front of the store. Trevor rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground. We stood there in an awkward silence for a while before I said something.

"Well thanks Trevor. I really appreciate it."

"Sure, here uh follow me."

He walked up the steps and threw the door open with me behind him. A man was sitting behind the counter reading a Playboy magazine. He jumped a little at the slam of the door. As soon as he saw Trevor he smiled weakly and put down the magazine.

"Max! My man!" Trevor stretched his arms out.

"Hey-a Trev. What can I do for you today?"

"Well you see Willow here," He put his arm around me, "she's my pal. And you owe me a favor."

"How could I forget."

"Pick her out a nice set of blinds will ya?"

"Sure."

"Well I've got some...business to take care of. Max. Willow." He nodded his head at the both of us.

"Oh wait Trevor!"

He was already out the door before I could yet again give him my thanks. I frowned and proceeded to picking out a set of blinds for the apartment. Max was a very peculiar man, he had a full head of hair at the age of 60 and a human tooth earring dangling from his ear. Not to mention the dick tattoo on his right hand. We made small talk, things like the hottest spots in Los Santos and which areas to stay away from. Throughout our conversation he would make little comments about his ex-wife but I paid no mind.

"Thanks Max." I said as I walked out the door.

"No problem kid."

As I made my way home I thought about Trevor. It seemed like there was a lot more to him than he showed. I could see it in his eyes, I wonder what he's hiding behind that dominating presence?