"Franklin I'm getting married…tomorrow. You need to grow up, you haven't changed…" Tanisha yammered on about the same stuff to Franklin.
"Yeah, yeah, good luck with everything Tanisha."
"You too, Franklin, and I really mean that."
Franklin hung up the phone and sat on his bike contemplating his life. The heist was over. His new found partnership with the two white dudes was done. All he had left was a big mansion to sit in alone. Tanisha's words rang in his head. She was really gone and Franklin finally saw it. He spent months making a better name f or himself and lifestyle but nothing was good enough for his ex. It's over now and he saw it at last.
Franklin made his way up to his home that was on the top of Rockford Hills. Chop his Rottweiler came running to his feet when he unlocked the door "Hey there Chop" he pet his head "okay that a boy, go lay down." Franklin sprawled out on the couch and flipped on the TV. For the next three days he did nothing but watch TV, smoke, eat, and sit out on his back patio looking out at the Los Santos sunsets. He also went around his house and throw out all the pictures of Tanisha and him.
"Man what the fuck!?" Franklin got up from the couch and stretched out his arms. "What am I doing is this serious my life now?" He hung his head as he was leaning on his patio door with one hand. He ran his hand through his hair. "Seriously…" he sat back down on the couch as he rubbed his face with his palms. Suddenly the doorbell rang. He got up dragging his sweatpants wearing ass to the door. "Who the hell is this?"
When Franklin opened the door there stood an hour glass figure. Her skin was chocolate brown like Franklins, smooth and blemish free. Her hair was black with highlights of caramel brown. It was straight and curled at the tips. Her face was heart-shaped and her lips were full and red. Her eyes were round with a hazelnut colored middle. Franklin took a step back before greeting her "Hey, how you doin girl?"
The girl's mouth curled up at the tips, she fluttered her eyes before answering "Hi, I'm Sasha, I just moved in down the street and I was just trying to make new friends." She held up a plate of chocolate chip cookies and flashed another smile.
"Damn girl those look good" Sasha couldn't tell if he was look at the cookies or her boobs when he answered "I'm Franklin, come on in."
When Sasha entered the home she was in awe. It was an open floor plan, each room separated by a huge grey stone fireplace. The back well facing the yard was completely made of glass and over looked the skyline of Los Santos. "Wow, this place is gorgeous!"
Franklin noticed her coach bag, and Chanel boots and thought she was overreacting "girl, judging by them shoes and bag of yours you probably live in one of these yourself… unless your rich boyfriend got you those?"
Sasha looked down at her bag and shoes as if she forgot she was wearing them "Oh yeah… and no I don't have a boyfriend." She smiled at Franklin seductively.
Franklin grinned back as he took the plate of cookies from her, leading her into the kitchen. "Well that's hard to believe cause you fine especially look'n fine in that red mini skirt."
She laughed as she sat up on the bar stool in the center island of Franklin's kitchen. "Thank you, you're so sweet" she craned her neck as she was looking for something out the window.
Franklin's face crinkled as he turned to catch what she saw "You okay? You looking for something."
She snapped her attention back to him as she changed the subject "Naw I'm good… here try one!" She held up the cookie to Franklin's mouth and he took a bite. "Good right? It's my secret recipe" she got off the chair and walked up to him. She noticed how big and muscular he was. He also had a couple inches on her even in her heels. "You got a little somthin" she took her pointer finger wiping some chocolate off of his lower lip. She put her finger in her mouth, sucking off the chocolate "Yum, I love chocolate." Her lips shimmered as they formed around her finger, Franklin grinned as he stared at her in a trance.
Then she turned and started for the door, "Well I have to get going, I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I hope I made a good first impression." She smirked at him.
"Oh… oh you did, don't worry!" Franklin escorted her to the door. Before she walked out completely he called to her "Hey you want to maybe go out sometime, I can show you around the neighborhood."
"Sure, here's my number! Txt or call me sometime!" She winked and Franklin watched her strut off. Her hips rhythmically moved back and forth and the tight skirt conformed to her backside.
Franklin turned his head to the side as he leaned on the door way "Damn…" he smiled and shut the door.
Sasha turned when she heard the door shut. She got in her car and started up the street. Pulling over to a dirt parking lot she pulled out her phone. "Hey…yeah I got 'em… well let's just say he isn't living in the projects no more."