Hello Peoples, I must write this while it's in my head, because otherwise it might just disappear which, is not generally a good thing. So here it is.

The two stood there staring at each other, until the first of them could mutter a word.
"Are you telling me that I just had a gun pulled on me by my dad?" Tommy asked, still wide-eyed with shock.
"Are you telling me that I almost killed my son?" Gat asked just as shocked.
"Well unless Aisha had another man a few weeks before you went to prison, I'd say he's your son." Shaundi answered.
"So what the fuck do we do now?" Tommy asked.
"Watch your mouth, son." Johnny said sarcastically.
"Johnny, since when do you care about swearing?" The boss asked.
"Since I have a fucking son." He yelled.
"You just said it." Tommy pointed out.
"I'm allowed. I'm an adult." Gat defended.

"That's fucked up."
"Stop fucking swearing."

The two kept arguing about the same pointless things until eventually Shaundi interrupted.

"Hey guys. You just found out you have blood relatives and you're arguing about who can swear? What the hell? If I had any relatives I'd hang out with them and get to know them." Everyone gave her a blank expression, as if they were amazed by the amount of thought she had just put in.

"She's got a point, you know." The boss replied.
"Thankyou, boss. Now if you don't mind, I think I'm gonna call up one of my exes and play some skeeball." Shaundi turned to walk out before being turned back around by the boss. "Shaundi, you're babysitting them."
"What?" All three of Shaundi, Gat and Tommy shouted back.
"Well, he's a troublemaker," He said while pointing to Tommy, "He's an even bigger troublemaker," The boss added pointing to Johnny, "and I'd really appreciate if they didn't get in a shitload of trouble, so you're babysitting."
"Why can't Pierce do it?" Shaundi complained.
"Where the hell is Pierce?" Gat replied.
"Fine, I'll do it." Shaundi muttered.
"But seriously, where's Pierce?" Johnny repeated.
"Right here." Pierce answered as he was walking back up the stairs.
"Where the hell were you?" The boss asked him, before noticing the stripper that was following him back up the stairs. "Of course."
"Sorry…I was…uh…busy. What did I miss?" Pierce asked.
"Johnny has a son." Shaundi answered as if it were old news. Pierce looked between the Gat and his son trying to note any similarities between them. He did have Gat's chin and face, and his original hair, without the bleached part, but other than that he looked like Aisha's son.

"What the fuck. Why do you guys always leave me out of the loop?"
"Because, you were off getting a lap dance when we found out." The boss answered.
"And it's fun as hell to annoy you." Shaundi added.
"Fuck you." Pierce replied.
"You wish." Shaundi added.
"I wish you'd shut the fuck up." The boss replied. "Since it was Shaundi's idea, Shaundi's babysitting."
"What was Shaundi's idea?" Pierce questioned.
"She's babysitting the Gats."

Shaundi muttered a few things under her breath but hesitantly obliged. She already pissed the boss off enough when she was smoking pot or talked about their on-off relationship to other people. She didn't want to annoy him more.

"So guys, where are we going?" Shaundi asked as she climbed into the driver's seat of her car.
"I dunno. What do you do for fun?" Tommy asked Johnny.
"Well I usually like – uh I probably shouldn't do that. What do you like doing?" Gat replied.
"I like skeeball." Shaundi interrupted.
"No one asked you." Johnny answered back.
"I like skeeball." Tommy answered.
"Of course you do." Johnny replied, annoyed that his son was taking preference to Shaundi.
"That's two against one. Therefore, you lose. Skeeball it is." Shaundi answered as she pulled out of the parking space.
"Fucking great." Johnny mumbled under his breath. Out of all the ways he could spend his Saturdays; this was his least favourite, or one of his least favourites.

They arrived at the arcade, which was always occupied by drunks, stoners or sixteen year old wannabe bangers. Lucky for them they had two out of three, and Johnny. They opened the door to a hail of people calling out Hey to Shaundi.
"How often do you come here?" Tommy asked, making Shaundi scratch her head in thought.
"An easier question for her would be 'How many people here hasn't she fucked.'" Gat joked to Tommy.
"Hey!" Shaundi replied. "I'll have you know I haven't fucked a lot of these guys."
"Yeah, sure." One guy called out.
"Shut up Frank. No one likes you." Shaundi shouted back before turning toward the skeeball machines where, as anyone would suspect, Shaundi held the highest score. Instead of using her money, as almost no one did, Shaundi simply kicked the machine and started her turn. The Saints partly owned this place anyway so the money was just gonna come back to her.

While Shaundi was preoccupied by her mindless game Johnny and Tommy sat at a nearby table and started talking.
"So, do you have a picture of my mom?" Tommy asked. Johnny thought about showing him the miniature version of her poster that he kept in his wallet, but decided it probably wouldn't be the kind of thing he'd want to see his mom doing if he were sixteen.
"Nope."
"Do you have anything of my mom's?" Tommy asked, more hopeful this time.
"No- hold on a sec." He answered before running out to Shaundi's car and grabbing his iPod from inside the glove box. He came back inside, scrolling through the artists before he found the Aisha section and gave him his iPod.
"Whoa, mom was famous?" Tommy asked, more amazed this time.
"The one and only Aisha." Gat answered, proud of being able to say that.
"Fucking sweet." Tommy answered. Johnny would have been more pissed about anyone talking that way about Aisha, but something about the fact that this was his kid was making him more open. Johnny sat there drinking his beer while watching his son listen to music, before they were all interrupted by Shaundi yelling at the skeeball machine.
"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" Johnny got up and ran over to Shaundi after reassuring Tommy that he should just stay in his seat.
"What happened this time?" Johnny asked, emphasising the 'this time'.
"This stupid machine says it's out of order." Shaundi replied as if it were the most drastic thing that had ever happened. Johnny gawked at her for a moment before shrugging it off and answering -
"So?"
"So…I was just about to beat my high score." She complained.
"Okay Shaundi, we're going."
"What?" She whined.
"Going somewhere else where you don't yell at machines that have been reserved for you because you come here so much." Gat proclaimed.
"But." Shaundi begged.
"Going." He said, guiding her with one arm over her shoulders and tapping his son on the shoulder with his other hand.
"Where are we going now?" Tommy asked.

"I dunno, we'll figure out later." Johnny answered, climbing into the driver's side this time.

So, what did you think? I put a lot of effort into this, including the fact that I woke up at five this morning so I could write a bit more of it before I went to school. (Okay six thirty, but my alarm was set for five, I just like pressing snooze.) So appreciation is appreciated. (See what I did there? Yeah I'm a nerd.)
Anyhow, I love reading your reviews. (Seriously I check to see if I have them whenever I'm in maths or English.) So yeah…
Oh and one more thing before I go, Saints Row and all its affiliates are property of Volition. (Don't sue me for not writing that before.)
Kay, bye.
Luvv ya,
xxMini