A/N: Hello Readers of Grand Theft Auto! This is my first Vice City fiction.
Now as by my name you can tell that I don't usually write for such...but
Vice City is one of my favorite games. Also I just had this idea in my head
I couldn't get out so...you folks know I don't own anything except my
original characters. And um...for now that's it. Okay! Now to continue.
To See You Again
Paris Charlize walked through the doors of Escobar International Airport. She was finally here after so long. So long a wait to come.
"Wonder how you've changed." She said to her self and opened her small make up kit. She looked into the mirror and smiled. Her glossy pink lips in the reflection of the small mirror. She closed it up and placed it back into her purse. She sighed and pulled out her black sunglasses. The sun was bright here in Vice City that it was.
She walked out with the bag boy carrying her suitcase behind. She waved for a taxi and it came. The boy loaded the luggage into the trunk. She tipped the kid for his work and had the cab drive off.
"Wonder how you've changed Tommy." She said to herself again and gazed out the window.
"Tommy?" The driver asked.
"Yeah. Why? You know him?"
"Only if you mean Tommy Vercetti."
"You---"
"Tommy Vercetti runs all of Vice City. He's king over here. Hell, he owns this cab business. Most feared and powerful man around."
"Really?" She asked putting her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. She blinked her blue eyes and looked at the cab driver.
"Yep."
"You've any idea where I could find him?"
"Nope. He's almost any and everywhere. But you just can't pin point him in one place."
"Oh." She said and sighed.
As the drive proceeded, the cab finally made it to the destination. She came out and paid the man. A bellhop kindly took her bags. They walked inside and the cab drove off.
"Good Morning. Welcome to The Ocean View Hotel." The clerk said flatly.
"You're not very polite." She said as she got ready to sign-in.
"Not all the world is candy and jellybeans."
"Whatever." She signed her name in the book and took the keys to the room. The bellhop followed her to her room and put her bags down. She tipped him and he was off. She closed the room door and walked to the windows. She opened the curtains to get some light into the room. The sun came blazing through. She turned around and sat down on the bed. "I want to see you Tommy." She closed her hands and balled them into fists. "And I will."
Tommy Vercetti just dragged his companion, Mario, out The Malibu. He had just partied a bit more than usual that night and came out late into the morning. His success with the women was not so great and...him keeping him self from drinking too much...not so great either. Tommy quickly helped him before he fell onto the floor. He wasn't one to get drunk. As for Mario...he really wasn't one either, but when he did drink the way he did...of course he'd come out drunk.
"Hell was that fun! Whoa! Let's do that again!" Mario said a little groggily. "But first Let's get some sleep!" He hiccuped and fell to the ground. He sat on the floor and took the position of thought. "Now which car was ours again?"
"The red Cheetah." Tommy reminded his drunken friend.
"Oh! Yeah! Okay. Let's go!" Mario said and jumped up. He tried to walk only to sway back by a bit.
"Um...I'll drive." Tommy said and held Mario up and walked towards the car.
"You do that." Mario said as Tommy placed him in the passenger seat. Never again would he bring Mario to the clubs.
As Tommy drove to Mario's apartment Downtown, he thought about his recent life. Drugs, money, women, power...what more could he want?
"Tommy..we herre. Stop tha car." Mario hiccuped and looked out the window. Tommy stopped the car and began to help Mario to his place.
As he opened up the apartment door he saw a sleeping women with a child in her arms on the couch. Hhe quickly dragged Mario in who was already asleep. He dropped Mario on his bed in the room and left. As he walked out the building he realized what he had missed in his perfect life. A lover...a true lover. Not just some slut or whore here or there but a real lover.
"Where the hell am I gonna find that?" He said and drove off.
Paris finally had unpacked all her bags and changed her clothes to go sight seeing. Maybe there were some things she could do while here, besides look for Tommy.
"Uh-huh." She said and buttoned her jeans. She pulled on a tank top over it and put on a matching pair of hot pink sandals.
She out the room and back downstairs. She told the clerk the time she might be back.
"Yeah. So?" He said sleepily.
"Forget it!" She said and walked of mumbling.
"Those customers act like I care." He said.
As she walked out into the sun, she waved for a cab. Instead, she got a zooming red Cheetah that almost hit her.
"The hell?" She backed away.
Tommy walked out the car and slammed the door. "Watch where you walk girl." He said.
"Girl! How dare you! If anything you should watch how you drive! You'll kill someone!"
"Hey, I've been doing this since I've been here and I have killed a few. But I never really care." He said and walked pass her.
"Prick." She said and crossed her arms.
"The hell with you bitch." He turned around and looked at her.
"Apologize." She said and glared at him.
"For what? I didn't do shit."
"You almost killed me. I want you to apologize."
"Hell no." He said and walked on.
"Why I never met such an---"
"You're right. You've never met me. You don't know me and never will." He said and turned his back to her.
"If Tommy was here he'd kick this guy's ass." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Tommy looked back at her.
"I said if my friend Tommy was here he'd kick your ass!"
"Tommy who?" He asked looking at her hard.
"Tommy Vercetti. Why? Not like an ass like you would know him." Paris smirked feeling big inside.
"I am the only Tommy Vercetti."
"What?" She said. Her eyes widening.
"I am Tommy Vercetti." He said again.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah? And who the hell are you?"
"I'm---Tommy...?" Paris eyes watered. Tears slid down her cheeks.
"What?"
"Paris. Paris Charlize." She smiled.
"Who...?"
"Don't you remember? Paris. From down the block. You and my brother were best friends. Remember Tino?"
"Tino Charlize. Paris. You're little Parie?"
"Yeah. Tommy I've been looking for you ever since you left home."
"Paris..." He trailed off.
"I've missed you." She ran up to him and hugged him. She cried against his chest.
"Paris." He said and hugged her. He held her close.
"I'm sorry about before." She sniffled.
"Paris. How are you?" He asked taking in the aroma of her shampoo, vanilla, his favorite.
"I've been so miserable since you left, home just ain't the same without you. Everything just faded."
"How's Tino?"
"He's dead. Some local gang members killed him. I decided to leave after that."
"Um...we're making a scene out here." Tommy said noticing the people staring at them.
"Oh." She said letting go and blushed a beet red. Tommy too, blushed a bit.
"Heh-heh. Um..you want to go eat or something?" He offered.
"Sure." She said and grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. They went into the car and drove off.
Thoughts ran through Tommy's head while he drove. "How'd she find me? Where has she been all this time. What---"
"Tommy?" Paris cut off his thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"How have you changed?" She asked. He looked at her. He frowned. He couldn't really tell her about the life he was living. This woman use to be a little girl who had a crush on him. She loved him. And now she's found him after losing him for so long and asks how he's changed. Changed? Into the most feared and powerful man in Vice City? No. He couldn't tell her that. She'd probably hate him. All the things he was apart of. Everything he did. Why tell her?
"Um...I'm a business man. Good in compromising and such." He lied. Or did he? He did compromise. Do what I ask or I'll kill you. Yeah. Compromise.
"Oh...not what I heard. She said and looked out the window.
"What then?"
"I hear you dominate this place with the sight of your gun."
"Oh. So you know."
"Such things killed Tino, Tommy." She said and frowned.
"Well..they ain't gonna kill me." He said and turned the corner.
"Yeah. Okay. Just promise me..while I'm here, be with me, instead of out there."
"Sure. I promise." He said and smiled.
A/N:Okay. Maybe this chapter sucked. But if it did review and tell me how to fix up the next chapter. Bye!
To See You Again
Paris Charlize walked through the doors of Escobar International Airport. She was finally here after so long. So long a wait to come.
"Wonder how you've changed." She said to her self and opened her small make up kit. She looked into the mirror and smiled. Her glossy pink lips in the reflection of the small mirror. She closed it up and placed it back into her purse. She sighed and pulled out her black sunglasses. The sun was bright here in Vice City that it was.
She walked out with the bag boy carrying her suitcase behind. She waved for a taxi and it came. The boy loaded the luggage into the trunk. She tipped the kid for his work and had the cab drive off.
"Wonder how you've changed Tommy." She said to herself again and gazed out the window.
"Tommy?" The driver asked.
"Yeah. Why? You know him?"
"Only if you mean Tommy Vercetti."
"You---"
"Tommy Vercetti runs all of Vice City. He's king over here. Hell, he owns this cab business. Most feared and powerful man around."
"Really?" She asked putting her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. She blinked her blue eyes and looked at the cab driver.
"Yep."
"You've any idea where I could find him?"
"Nope. He's almost any and everywhere. But you just can't pin point him in one place."
"Oh." She said and sighed.
As the drive proceeded, the cab finally made it to the destination. She came out and paid the man. A bellhop kindly took her bags. They walked inside and the cab drove off.
"Good Morning. Welcome to The Ocean View Hotel." The clerk said flatly.
"You're not very polite." She said as she got ready to sign-in.
"Not all the world is candy and jellybeans."
"Whatever." She signed her name in the book and took the keys to the room. The bellhop followed her to her room and put her bags down. She tipped him and he was off. She closed the room door and walked to the windows. She opened the curtains to get some light into the room. The sun came blazing through. She turned around and sat down on the bed. "I want to see you Tommy." She closed her hands and balled them into fists. "And I will."
Tommy Vercetti just dragged his companion, Mario, out The Malibu. He had just partied a bit more than usual that night and came out late into the morning. His success with the women was not so great and...him keeping him self from drinking too much...not so great either. Tommy quickly helped him before he fell onto the floor. He wasn't one to get drunk. As for Mario...he really wasn't one either, but when he did drink the way he did...of course he'd come out drunk.
"Hell was that fun! Whoa! Let's do that again!" Mario said a little groggily. "But first Let's get some sleep!" He hiccuped and fell to the ground. He sat on the floor and took the position of thought. "Now which car was ours again?"
"The red Cheetah." Tommy reminded his drunken friend.
"Oh! Yeah! Okay. Let's go!" Mario said and jumped up. He tried to walk only to sway back by a bit.
"Um...I'll drive." Tommy said and held Mario up and walked towards the car.
"You do that." Mario said as Tommy placed him in the passenger seat. Never again would he bring Mario to the clubs.
As Tommy drove to Mario's apartment Downtown, he thought about his recent life. Drugs, money, women, power...what more could he want?
"Tommy..we herre. Stop tha car." Mario hiccuped and looked out the window. Tommy stopped the car and began to help Mario to his place.
As he opened up the apartment door he saw a sleeping women with a child in her arms on the couch. Hhe quickly dragged Mario in who was already asleep. He dropped Mario on his bed in the room and left. As he walked out the building he realized what he had missed in his perfect life. A lover...a true lover. Not just some slut or whore here or there but a real lover.
"Where the hell am I gonna find that?" He said and drove off.
Paris finally had unpacked all her bags and changed her clothes to go sight seeing. Maybe there were some things she could do while here, besides look for Tommy.
"Uh-huh." She said and buttoned her jeans. She pulled on a tank top over it and put on a matching pair of hot pink sandals.
She out the room and back downstairs. She told the clerk the time she might be back.
"Yeah. So?" He said sleepily.
"Forget it!" She said and walked of mumbling.
"Those customers act like I care." He said.
As she walked out into the sun, she waved for a cab. Instead, she got a zooming red Cheetah that almost hit her.
"The hell?" She backed away.
Tommy walked out the car and slammed the door. "Watch where you walk girl." He said.
"Girl! How dare you! If anything you should watch how you drive! You'll kill someone!"
"Hey, I've been doing this since I've been here and I have killed a few. But I never really care." He said and walked pass her.
"Prick." She said and crossed her arms.
"The hell with you bitch." He turned around and looked at her.
"Apologize." She said and glared at him.
"For what? I didn't do shit."
"You almost killed me. I want you to apologize."
"Hell no." He said and walked on.
"Why I never met such an---"
"You're right. You've never met me. You don't know me and never will." He said and turned his back to her.
"If Tommy was here he'd kick this guy's ass." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Tommy looked back at her.
"I said if my friend Tommy was here he'd kick your ass!"
"Tommy who?" He asked looking at her hard.
"Tommy Vercetti. Why? Not like an ass like you would know him." Paris smirked feeling big inside.
"I am the only Tommy Vercetti."
"What?" She said. Her eyes widening.
"I am Tommy Vercetti." He said again.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah? And who the hell are you?"
"I'm---Tommy...?" Paris eyes watered. Tears slid down her cheeks.
"What?"
"Paris. Paris Charlize." She smiled.
"Who...?"
"Don't you remember? Paris. From down the block. You and my brother were best friends. Remember Tino?"
"Tino Charlize. Paris. You're little Parie?"
"Yeah. Tommy I've been looking for you ever since you left home."
"Paris..." He trailed off.
"I've missed you." She ran up to him and hugged him. She cried against his chest.
"Paris." He said and hugged her. He held her close.
"I'm sorry about before." She sniffled.
"Paris. How are you?" He asked taking in the aroma of her shampoo, vanilla, his favorite.
"I've been so miserable since you left, home just ain't the same without you. Everything just faded."
"How's Tino?"
"He's dead. Some local gang members killed him. I decided to leave after that."
"Um...we're making a scene out here." Tommy said noticing the people staring at them.
"Oh." She said letting go and blushed a beet red. Tommy too, blushed a bit.
"Heh-heh. Um..you want to go eat or something?" He offered.
"Sure." She said and grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. They went into the car and drove off.
Thoughts ran through Tommy's head while he drove. "How'd she find me? Where has she been all this time. What---"
"Tommy?" Paris cut off his thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"How have you changed?" She asked. He looked at her. He frowned. He couldn't really tell her about the life he was living. This woman use to be a little girl who had a crush on him. She loved him. And now she's found him after losing him for so long and asks how he's changed. Changed? Into the most feared and powerful man in Vice City? No. He couldn't tell her that. She'd probably hate him. All the things he was apart of. Everything he did. Why tell her?
"Um...I'm a business man. Good in compromising and such." He lied. Or did he? He did compromise. Do what I ask or I'll kill you. Yeah. Compromise.
"Oh...not what I heard. She said and looked out the window.
"What then?"
"I hear you dominate this place with the sight of your gun."
"Oh. So you know."
"Such things killed Tino, Tommy." She said and frowned.
"Well..they ain't gonna kill me." He said and turned the corner.
"Yeah. Okay. Just promise me..while I'm here, be with me, instead of out there."
"Sure. I promise." He said and smiled.
A/N:Okay. Maybe this chapter sucked. But if it did review and tell me how to fix up the next chapter. Bye!