So I figured out what my problem is. I have fixed it! It should make the story easier to read.

This one is kind of based in Saints Row 2, a little bit near Saints Row 3.

The Boss, Joey, is having a bit of trouble with the Saints being popular. Famous, almost. It's what every celebrity wishes they could do without having issues, right?

Amanda Bynes did it and now there's a bunch of hate towards her.

Enjoy. :)

"The Gang grew into an empire in a matter of months. I sometimes wish that I could just close my eyes and be back on the Row. Smoking a blunt with a very stoned Shaundi."

"And you want your fans to see you like that?" The reporter asked. At first, this interview seemed like a great idea. Let everyone know that the boss didn't grow soft over the years. But now, she was feeling like this was an overstep.

"Shit. Who cares what my fans think? I'm not living for them, I'm living for me. And my Saints." Joey could see Shaundi just smacking herself in the face. Pierce had this idea that if they just sent Joey out for the interview, that she would get the reporter of their back. Now she was ruining the interview, just like everything else.

"There are rumors about You and Johnny Gat... are they-"

"False. Of course. Johnny has been through alot since we came back, and I'm not going to disrespect Aisha like that. I'm not that low." She had heard all of the rumors before. Johnny and Boss: Friends or more? Or the other headline, Johnny: Not just another Saint? God, it made her cringe.

"How about the rumors between You and Police Chief, Troy Bradshaw?"

Joey cringed at that name. Yeah, they dated. But their relationship lasted only until she was blown up.

"I can only say as much as my lawyer wants me to. The Chief of Police was once a very close friend. Once. He doesn't need a gangbanging girlfriend to boss him around. He's got his right hand for that." The laughter and snickers soon started up behind the set. The Reporter wasn't going to sit there for much longer.

"Ok... We'll straight to commercial with that. I'm Lois Byrd. We'll be back with the Saints Leader, after this." The grimace on Byrd's face told Joey that she went too far.

"OK. A bit much... But we'll deal with that in editing. So I'm gonna go get a drink. Try not to blow the place up, Ok?"

"Profiling? Really? Lois Byrd, I think I can control myself. Besides..." Her red lipstick emphasizing her smirk.

"My lieutenants made me leave my guns at home." Lois growled and walked back to the mini bar. Drinking was on her mind. And it had to happen fast.

"Ph-phone call for Miss-" Joey stood up, reaching her hand up to the man. "I'm right here... Give me the fucker."

"Hello?" She said, obviously prepared for a pissed off Troy.

"You had to do that? Really?"

"Oh Mister Chief of Police, Whatever do you mean?" She gave an innocent tone, but deep down she was laughing.

"My right hand? Really? You just want to get shot, don't you?"

His tone was angry, but she knew he wasn't. "Oh, but Sweetheart, You know me. I was going to say worse."

"Well thank you for censoring yourself, but I am pretty sure I will be calling out of work tomorrow."

"Because of my comment? Jesus, Troy, lighten up!" She heard silence and sighed, "OK. I'm sorry. Any plans tomorrow?"

"Actually yeah I do. I'm going to get groceries."

"Groceries? Lame."

"You say that now, but later you'll be begging me to go."

"Why are you going tomorrow? Can't you do that some other time?"

"Because someone got stoned and ate the fridge. I can live off of Freckle Bitches... But I don't think I would want to."

"I'm sorry... I didn't know that our fridge had a time limit."

"Well then when you get home, could you please do me a favor? Not eat anything until at least Saturday?"

Joey gave an annoying sigh. Today was Monday. "Fine. I'll go shopping later. I have to go, they're calling me back."

"Kay. No more jokes. Please."

"Why would I do that?" She said, hanging up the phone and walking to the couch. The camera started rolling and Lois was already talking about the Saints.

"Ok. I didn't know that she was going to not edit out or at least bleep out what I said about you. OK?"

She looked up at Troy, who was rolling his eyes and drinking a beer. "She also stated before you got on there that whatever was said would be shown on TV."

Yet, there they were. Spooning on the big couch she bought, watching the recorded interview on their shitty TV.

"Why did you record this if it contained a shot to your manhood?"

Troy smiled and wrapped his arm around her. "Because it was you. Not like I would record it if it was Johnny saying that shit."

Joey chuckled and looked at the screen. "Yeah, but if that were Johnny being asked that... Shit, that lady would've been dead."

Troy looked down at how they were. On the big ass couch that Joey spent over budget on while watching shitty TV. No one knew that they were living together. Troy worked at night and she usually left the house early. Since she was officially a Spokesperson for the shitty Saints Flow drink they had. She looked at the poster of her holding the drink and grimaced.

"Why is that on our wall?" She asked, getting up to go tear it down. She was completely unaware that she was naked. But she didn't care. She would rather be tearing it down now than later when the Saints were there.

"I thought it looked good." He explained, obviously lying. "The last thing I need in my apartment is a poster of Saints fucking Flow."

"Fine. I'll tear it down tomorrow. Let's go to bed." Troy got up, wrapping the blanket around Joey and picking her up.

"I'm not tired." She yawned. Smiling wide as Troy carried her off to the bedroom.