Michael and Franklin Catch Up

Words from the author: I have not been active for the past few months, mostly because of work and school. Now that I have a lot more time, I will write more. I also can't believe it's been almost a year since I started this story. I will try to do more soon.

As for the story, I think it's time for Michael to play a bigger role than he had been in this story so far.


It's been quite some time since Michael and Franklin have hung out together. Franklin has been seeing Tracey for nearly two months, but Michael doesn't know about it. Then again, Franklin hadn't seen Trevor as of late either.

The three still remain friends, even though Michael and Trevor still have some sort of tension about what happened many years ago, but Trevor had come around. However, Michael and Trevor had hung out a few times, but not with Franklin.

One night, Michael was sitting in his living room watching a movie. He stares at the screen, but his focus starts shifting from the movie to something, as he starts to look at the floor a bit.

Michael looked at the floor, gazing at it and zoning out from his movie to the point where he had little-to-no focus on it anymore. Michael then gripped his remote control and pointed it right at his TV and Blu-Ray player and pushed the stop button. Michael was in deep of a trance that his hand opened and the remote control fell from his hand. He started to think about stuff.

I don't understand. Things are looking up for me, if they ain't up already. Amanda and I are back together and are in love like we were when we were younger. Tracey is in college. Jimmy, well, at least he is out trying to look for a job, though not as often as I'd like him to. Why am I depressed all of a sudden?

I spend time with Amanda, and she has a much better trainer these days, even though when I first met that bitch, she claimed that I was checking her out. She was a total man-hater, but it's better than that tennis coach or that yoga instructor who got into my wife's pants. Why am I upset?

Tracey is hardly home. I hardly talk to Franklin these days. Speaking of whom, I should talk to him soon.

Michael's consciousness had reached back to Earth, when he came to a realization that he had not talked to a friend of his in quite some time. He started to wonder why he has not seen him in months. It has been about four months since the two had spoken. He had not seen him since the night he came by for dinner.

He then reached for his cellphone, which was on the armrest of his couch. He then looked through his contacts list to find Franklin, and then called him.

In the mansion on Vinewood Hills, a cellphone rings on a table adjacent to a bed. A hand reaches for the phone while it rings, and the person who grabbed the phone was Franklin, who then looked at the screen and saw that it was Michael who was calling him.

"Oh, shit," Franklin said.

"What? What's going on?" said a woman who was lying in bed with him.

"It's your dad, please keep your mouth shut," Franklin said to the woman, who turned out to be Tracey.

"My dad, what does he want?" Tracey said, shocked at all of this, while is lying in bed with Franklin. "I won't say a word."

Franklin then answered the phone. "What's up, Mike? It's been a while, homie."

Michael still sat on his couch all alone at home. "Hey, Franklin, it HAS been a while. I just want to know what you're up to right now."

Franklin turned his head towards Tracey, who looked directly at him with shock and shook her head.

"Oh, nothing, just chilling at home," Franklin said. "Why, what's up?"

"I haven't seen or talked to you in a while, and I was wondering if you want to go out for a drink," Michael said. "Amanda is out with her friends, Jimmy is out with Trevor and Lamar, and I just here all alone, and Tracey is probably out with some friends, too."

Franklin then looked Tracey in the eye with a smile, which then caused Tracey to smile because she had heard what her dad said.

"Want to meet up in a bit?" Michael asked.

"Sure, we'll meet at a bar in a bit," Franklin said. "Just at a regular bar, okay?

"Right, I'll see you in a bit," Michael said and then hung up.

Franklin separated his phone from his ear and slowly put his phone down, while looking at the floor in a mild state of shock. Tracey's passionately reached her hand over his shoulders to touch his pectorals and leaned forward to press her lips against his neck.

"What was that about, baby?" Tracey said as she continued to caress Franklin.

"Oh, your dad just wants to meet up for a drink, that's all," Franklin said. "Have you told him about us?"

Tracey slowly released and backed away from him. "No, the only person who knows about us dating is my mom. I don't think Jimmy knows that we are dating either."

"You know, your dad has to know sooner or later," Franklin said.

"Not right now, Franklin," Tracey said. "My dad has issues sometimes, and I have seen him try to ruin my life a few times. Let's wait a bit before we tell him."

Franklin stood up and put on his clothes and continued to talk to his girlfriend while he is getting dressed.

"Well, it's been four months, and I don't even think he has a clue," Franklin said. "By the way, has Infernus harassed you at all lately?"

Tracey reached for her panties and bra, and continued talking as well.

"No, but for the past month and a half, I started to get to know that girl Liz," Tracey said. "She is not so bad, but I can kind of see that she might have a crush on me, and the way she talks about you, well, I can see that she hasn't gotten over you."

Franklin laughed. "Liz, really? I fucked her on different occasions, but she was no girlfriend of mine. It was just a physical thing, you know? As for Infernus, that bitch has gone crazy, she still sends me messages asking if I want to come over and fuck."

"The less said about that bitch, the better," Tracey said. "I still can't believe she found a way to contact me, but that was the only time it has happened. I shouldn't worry about her. Still, it freaked me out. Who could she have gotten my number from?"

Franklin froze a bit after those words came right out of her mouth.

Who the hell could Infernus know who I know? Trevor? Mike? Jimmy? Lamar? Even Lester?

Nah, ain't the case. It can't be.

Franklin moved his head from side to side to get back on Earth.

"No, I don't know who she might know," Franklin said.

Meanwhile, Michael grabbed the keys to his Tailgater and exited his house. He opened the door to his car and was on his way.

Franklin and Tracey walked outside the house. Tracey approached her Issi and tells Franklin bye and that they will talk later. Franklin came close to her and kissed her on the lips and they separate.

Franklin opened the door to his Buffalo and sat down. He reached for his pocket to look for his phone. He looks through his contacts and finds Michael, and sends him a text message.

On my way, dog.

Michael, having already arrived to the bar, waits in his Tailgater, listening to Los Santos Rock Radio.

Franklin finally pulls up to the bar that he was meeting Michael at. The two then get out of their cars.

Michael walks towards Franklin and reaches his hand out to him.

"Frank, long time, no see, how are you?" Michael said, as he shook Franklin's hand.

"Good, Mike, just hanging in there, doing my own shit," Franklin said, continuing to shake Michael's hand, and then stopped. "Let's go inside and get our drink on, dog."

The two then enter the bar. Franklin looks everywhere and finds two stools right against the counter. Franklin then starts walking towards the bar area and parks himself on one of those stools. Michael follows him and right before pulling out the seat he was going to sit on, he faced the bartender and orders two drinks. He then sat down.

Michael turned his head to look right in the eye of his friend, who had a calm expression on his face.

"So how have you been, Frank?" Michael initiated the conversation. "It's been so long since we have hung out. We used to do a lot of shit together. Pulling scores, shooting people, we've had some good times."

Frank continued the conversation as the bartender had served the two men their drinks. "Well, Mike, you know damn well I am retired from the gang life, and I had a lot of fun doing those jobs, even though we could have gotten our asses killed those times. But I am trying to go straight and do my own shit. Anyway, how is Jimmy? I ain't talked to him in a while either."

Michael gripped his glass and looked at his drink and paused for a moment. He picked up his glass and took a sip of drink.

"Jimmy's doing… okay, I guess," Michael responded. "I try to tell him to get off his lazy ass to look for a job, but he would rather stay home and play those video games and jack off all day. At least Amanda and I are doing more stuff together. We both play tennis, and also do yoga together. Tracey is in school, though I think she is close to her finals, but I see that she is hardly home these days."

Franklin looks right at his friend. His eyes widen a bit while his lips open a bit revealing his teeth a bit, not knowing what to say at that moment.

"I just don't know what she is doing," Michael said. "I know that I played little attention to my family before. After we got back together, I spent more time with Amanda and Jimmy, and there have been times when I did stuff with Tracey. These days, she seems rather secretive about stuff."

Franklin's eyes shifted right to his glass, trying to avoid mentioning anything about his relationship with Tracey.

"Tracey used to be open about some stuff," Michael said. "I remember she dated some losers in the past. I still remember her being a wild child, but there is one thing that I want to talk to you about. Remember that one night when you had dinner with us? I saw you two talking. I am wondering what you think of her."

Franklin's eyes got bigger than before. "Wait, hold up, what?"

"I am just asking what you think of my little girl," Michael said. "I saw that she was flirting with you that night. I thought maybe you should try taking her out or something."

Franklin then turns his head to his glass and picked it up and poured a decent portion of his drink in his mouth.

Drinking this much will get me to tell him the truth.

"Well, Mike, it's been quite a while since then one night," Franklin said. "I don't know. What if I told you that-?"

Michael cut off Franklin in mid-sentence. "I'm just making a suggestion, Franklin. You don't have to if you don't want to."

Franklin didn't know what to feel in that moment. While facing Michael, whose attention was placed to the counter, Franklin shifted his eyes to the floor, not knowing if he should feel relieved or if he should feel confused. Franklin wanted to tell Michael, but wants to know when the right time will be.

"Have you talked to Trevor at all, lately?" Franklin changed the subject, wanting to get his mind off of the pressure of telling his friend that he is in a relationship with his daughter.

"I still talk to T sometimes," Michael said. "We're on much better terms now than ever before. We have gone out to Sandy Shores a few times and we flew together in his plane. The guy is still nuts, but we're good now."

As the night continued, the two friends continued to catch up, and then after a while, they left.

"Hey, Mike, I'll hit you up soon, we still need to play golf again so I can whoop your ass," Franklin said as he got into his car.

Michael laughed. "Like I told you before, F. You got lucky that one time. I'll fuck you up next time."

Franklin then laughed and they took off. As he drove, Franklin called his girlfriend.

Tracey lied in her bed while looking at her notes, studying for her finals that are in less than a week. The phone that was on her table next to her bed started ringing. She reached for her phone and saw Franklin was calling her.

Tracey answered her phone. "Hey, Franklin, what's up?"

"Nothing, just checking to see what you're up to, baby girl," Franklin said.

"I am stressed out right now with all this studying," Tracey said.

Franklin went forth and told her about the conversation he had with Michael.

"Hey, get this, your dad asked me what I thought about you," Franklin said. "I had a bit to drink, and I almost told him about our relationship."

"What?" Tracey was surprised to hear this. "You almost told him?"

"I was surprised about him suggesting about me taking you out on a date or some shit," Franklin said. "Look, we have to tell him sooner or later."

Tracey still remained on the phone, and shifted her eyes all around, not knowing what to think about this.

"I don't know, but we'll see," Tracey said, still rather skeptical about all of this.

Tracey was not sure what to think. She has seen that her father is much calmer than before, but after a lot what she had gone through, she placed blame on him. She couldn't believe that her father even tried to suggest Franklin to take her out, realizing that Michael has no idea about the relationship that she is in.


More words from the author: It's been a bit, yes, I know. I just wanted to do something a little different. I will continue the subplot with Infernus soon.