A/n: No copyright infringement intended. This is a dialogue heavy chapter. Probably poorly written. Need to practice on writing more details. I promise I will next chapter, for you heavy imagery types.

Fathers and their daughter are quite a special thing. They are different and more unique than father and son. A relationship between a father and his little girl is one that can't be found anywhere. It is a bond that affects both lives significantly. Her husband will be based off the man her father was and so Michael, since the events following the reuniting of his family, made it his goal to make sure Tracey did not pick up men like him.

He didn't see it coming.

"Daddy please!" She implored. He and Tracey sat in the sofa, cozied up. He had his arm around her and they shared a few good laughs watching a movie together. Jimmy was gaming in his room and Amanda was at her yoga class. (No more private lessons for her.)

It was time for a little father daughter bonding. Until she asked what she did. "Never. Not in your wildest dreams you nutcase!" He shouted. By this time he was standing in front of the TV. yelling at the top of his lungs. Michael's face was red from ear to ear, showing his rage.

"Come on! You trust him with your life! So why can't I date him?!"

"Tracey, you're crossing lines now. Don't ask again. I said no and that's final!"

"You're being so mean!" She screamed back.

Jimmy ran down the stairs once hearing Tracey's screams. Though his sister and he were mortal enemies, when it came to their father they took each other's side. Not because they enjoyed ganging up on him – well that too – but sometimes his temper was too much for one person to handle. With that in mind it was always best to deal with him as a pair than separately.

"What's going on?" He said as he casually walked into the living room.

"Daddy is being a total dick!" She shouted.

"Who are you calling a dick!?" Michael was just about ready to strangle her until Jim jumped in between them.

"What is it?!" He asked.

"She's crazy! She's trying to give me high blood pressure or a stroke, or something like that!"

"All those burgers from Burger Shot will do the job before me going out with Franklin will!"

"Say what?!" Jimmy was astounded. That's what they were fighting for?

"You heard it from her mouth Jim. She wants me to pair her up with Franklin. She's – she's insane. I don't know where I went wrong! I don't know if it was me – or your mother –"

"Don't blame mom! She has nothing to do with this." Tracey told him.

"Dad, can we talk a sec?" Jimmy placed his arms on his father's shoulders and Michael took several death breaths to calm down.

"Tracey leave the room." He ordered. Tracey ran out the living room and stomped upstairs. They could hear the slamming of her room door and sat down to talk after. "Jimmy, what is wrong with your sister?" Michael asked. He sunk into the sofa deeply, as if wanting to disappear.

"She wants to date a black guy." Jimmy told him plainly. Michael arched an eyebrow and Jim nodded. "It's on her LifeInvader page. She said something about white guys all being the same and she needed a different flavor to spice up her dull love life."

"What the fuck? God, where have I gone wrong? I mean apart from the life of crime?"

"I think you should let her."

"What? You're taking her side?"

"No. I think you should let her – so Franklin can reject her and she can get on with her miserable life."

Michael thought about it for a second. Was that really the best idea? He didn't have any better ones, and Jimmy knew his sister well enough. Maybe it was crazy enough to work.

"So what do you say?" He sat across from Franklin and Trevor who could only burst out in laughter. They sat in the office of the strip club. Michael hoped the music was loud enough to drown out the sounds of their mockery, but unfortunately for him no such luck.

"Your kids don't have any black friends, Mikey?" Trevor rubbed tears from his eyes. He could not believe the story but had to once seeing Michael's desperation. This would be a joke for years to come.

"I don't know. Listen F – please. Just take her on a shitty date so she can see that all guys are the same load of crap and get over this ridiculous crush. Kid, I'm begging you." Michael didn't have time to be embarrassed. He just wanted it to be over.

"Alright…I guess." Franklin didn't think too hard about it. He was okay with helping Michael. They were good friends after all and what harm could be done?

Franklin stood in the foyer of the De Santa household. He wore a red button shirt, black jeans and some burgundy wingtips. He even got a fresh haircut and wore a little cologne. He mentally beat himself for looking so good. His goal was to deter Tracey, not encourage her.

Amanda stared at him intensely. "Dear lord." She muttered. She bit her bottom lip. Though she had seen him a few good times she never really studied Franklin. While waiting for Tracey to come down she had plenty time to do so. And she did. God was he gorgeous. "Just…let her down easy." She told him. Franklin looked at his watch and back to her.

"I will." How would he? There was no easy way to let her down looking that good.

Tracey walked down the stairs wearing a tight white dress and her hair let out on her shoulders. She was glossed up in expensive make-up. A smoky look, intensified with a bright red lipstick. Her heels, as red as her lips. It was clear what her goal was.

Franklin's eyes widened. Though she looked incredible – all he could think was that it was Michael's daughter and she was asking for something or another wearing things like that. Though she wasn't his type he'd throw a few dollars at her if she worked the pole. Franklin then reprimanded himself for thinking so lowly. He had been talking to Lamar too much.

"Ready?" She swung her hips side to side. Oh yeah. She wanted it.

"Don't stay out too late." Amanda plotted to steal that dress from Tracey in the near future. She and Michael could use the inspiration.

"Don't worry. We won't be. Just some food and a movie." Franklin told her. Tracey pouted while she followed him out but it soon vanished when seeing Franklin's motorcycle. "We're riding that?" She asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. My car's in the shop." He handed her a helmet and put on his own as he climbed on. As Tracey hopped on the back and wrapped her arms around Franklin's waist tightly Amanda watched with an open mouth. How could he let her down gently when being that cool? She felt sorry for her daughter, who would only get her hopes up as the night continued.

Michael and Trevor sat outside in Michael's car and watched as Franklin rode off. He couldn't believe he let Trevor talk him into following them. He couldn't believe he agreed to let her go out with Franklin. He couldn't believe he was alive.

"Alright, go, before they get too far ahead." Trevor pointed.

"Why are we doing this? I trust Franklin. I mean, really. Tracey is not even his type."

"So? He's a man Michael. And if he's snake like you, he can't be trusted with our Tracey."

"Are you ever going to let that go?"

"No. Now drive."

Michael sighed and stepped on the gas to play 'over protective father' under the advisement of Trevor. He should have died. He should have died a long time ago. He wanted to.

Franklin and Tracey stood in line at Burger Shot. Tracey occasionally caressed Franklin's arm, or tried to. He caught her hand with each attempt, and returned it to her side. Upon doing so he stared out the window of the fast food joint, feeling eyes on him. The line was fairly long, and he was placing thought into what would be best to eat without it killing him.

Tracey pouted. Why was he resisting her? She wore her best dress and looked amazing. She was sure of it. How could he not want her right then and there?

"What do you want?" Franklin asked her without looking away from the menu. Tracey did not answer and he looked her. "Hey, I asked what you want."

"Nothing." She muttered.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. He couldn't believe that she didn't want anything at all.

"I said I don't want anything."

"I didn't ask you if you wanted anything, I asked if you were hungry." He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at her. Tracey found herself blushing to his gaze. His creamy chocolate complexion and his star dusted brown eyes made her body hot all over. She wanted so badly to kiss him, though not in a forceful way. Gentle and proper, like a princess to a prince.

"I am hungry…" She admitted.

"Why don't you want anything then?" He asked.

"It's just – there's this audition coming up and I have to be 115 pounds for the role."

"Oh, shit. That's small."

"All I had today was a salad." Tracey lowered her head in embarrassment. She didn't tell anyone about that. Not even her mother.

"Dang, you must be starving. Why don't you let me buy you something?"

"No! I can't put on a pound!"

"Nah, it's cool. Tell you what. I'll get you a chicken burger. No dressing or anything on it. Just the bread, just the chicken. That cool?"

"…well…I guess."

"I trust Franklin, Trevor." Michael told him. They sat in the parking out of Burger Shot, peering into the restaurant with binoculars Trevor stole off some hitchhikers. Michael didn't ask about the details.

"I know that. I do too. But I don't trust his manly instincts. And your daughter is a looker. Suppose he changes his mind and wants to bang her later? Huh? You don't know that."

Michael lowered the binoculars and stared blankly at Trevor. Why would he say that? "No." He said. Never.

"You know what – it's fine. We can just leave them. Then Franklin can become your real son, son-in-law that is, and…you can have all the interracial grandbabies Tracey can pop out of her."

"There's no way –"

"It's good. We're good. I think I'd make a great grandfather. I have all the right qualities anyway."

"You need to have children before you can have grandchildren."

"Of course I'll have kids."

"Yeah? What woman would be crazy enough to let you plant seed inside her?"

"Hey, for all you know I have a surrogate!"

"I don't want to know. The idea any woman would agree to that – just insane. Insane like me sitting here in this car with you right now, spying on Tracey and Franklin. Who is not going to come on to my daughter, because he's a trustworthy young man!" Trevor stared at Michael. It was obvious his comrade was trying to convince himself of something. He shook his head slowly.

"Denial is a powerful my friend. Very powerful."

"So, like, you're really nice." Tracey told Franklin. She leaned over the table staring deeply at Franklin while he ate. Franklin, although a bit comfortable tried to eat in peace. He was just glad she ate her own meal considering her salad only diet.

"Uh, thanks." He said after gulping down his soda.

"No, I mean it. I know that my dad put you up to this, but you came out with me and I really appreciate it." He lowered her head a bit. Franklin stopped eating to take in what it was she had to say. "I mean – I know I'm not you're type." She said. "But it's nice of you. And, thanks for being my dad's friend too. He and Uncle Trevor have been friends forever but I don't think it's like, the healthiest relationship, you know?" Franklin nodded immediately to that statement.

"What the fuck are they saying?" Trevor asked. Michael frowned and adjusted the binoculars.

"T – I'm not a mind reader. I'm reading their lips as best I can." He told him. "They seem to be agreeing on something."

"What is it?"

"I don't know! Geez! Shut up already."

"Yeah, I got you. I understand. Hey, your dad taught me some stuff, so I'm grateful."

"Yeah…and it's just – I mean you're much closer to my age, but you hang with him. That's really sweet." Tracey began twirling her fingers in her hair and Franklin bit his bottom lip. She was attractive. More than he wanted to admit to himself.

"How about that movie?" Franklin asked. He waited for her response.

"No thanks. I think I'll just go home."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I just realized, if tonight did go great, by some weird chance and we like, started dating, I think it'd be too weird for my dad. Besides, I can always can always get some boyfriend, but my dad can't always get good friends, like you." Tracey smiled honestly when saying that to him. Franklin found that despite the dysfunction, Michael's family was not so bad.

The two of exited Burger Shot and hopped on Franklin's bike. They rode off and Michael and Trevor followed.

Outside the De Santa household Tracey kissed Franklin on the cheek and bid him farewell for the night. She walked inside and Trevor and Michael watched ever so carefully.

"Why'd he bring her back so soon?" Michael asked.

"Maybe they're going to meet up somewhere later for wild anal sex."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Why would you say that to me?"

"Isn't that what you were thinking?"

"No."

"Oh. I'm thinking Frank is probably too big for your daughter's rear end opening."

Michael stared in disgust. How he and Trevor managed to even sit in the same vehicle together so long was beyond him. He turned away and saw Franklin tapping on the glass of his window. Michael rolled it down and greeted Franklin with a big smile.

"So how'd it go?"

"You should know, since you mother fuckers followed us."

"…you could tell?" Trevor asked

"Yes, you clown, I could tell."

"…I figured. Michael, I told you it was a bad idea."

"Put a sock in it Trevor."

"Listen, you got a great daughter man. She's really cool."

"So – you didn't let her down?"

"She might have let me down instead. I'm off. Good night, dumb and dumber." Franklin walked away from the car leaving Michael and Trevor to stare as he rode off into the night. They looked at each other and then away from meeting eyes.

"I'm starting to think – it would have been good to have Franklin as a son-in-law." Michael said.

"Me too. We could have been such a happy family." Trevor sighed. "Well…we could ask Lamar –"

Michael could only feel an even deeper rage building inside him and sharpley glared at Trevor. "Get out of my car."