"I cannot believe I did that dare," Blake said amazed.

Her best friend from Ludendorff, Jade were playing Truth or Dare. Jade dared Blake to have a tattoo of her own name written in cursive. Blake decided to have on her wrist, hoping that it will be hidden from her mother. She was looking down at her left wrist as it had her name in cursive inscribed forever on her pale skin.

Once she touches the permanent ink on her skin, she winches at the pain, before looking back at Jade.

"Hell, I wanna see you get on, anyway, I already have three on my body and my mom and my douchebag of a Dad don't care," Jade explained.

"That's because they wanted you to be a better teen, instead of being a high school flunkie who's seeing a druggie boyfriend that sells drugs outside of school,"

"Oh, don't worry about me and my man and my body, beside I'm using him to have free drugs and I love someone else than his stupid ass,"

"Who?" Blake asked, getting out of the chair. She walked towards Jade who was paying the artist money, before turning back around to face her bestie.

"Never mind, let's get back to the game,"

"Alright, since it's my turn," Blake said before following her friend out of the tattoo parlor. "Truth or Dare,"

"Truth,"

"Is it true that you're straight or a lesbian,"

"Actually, I'm both, a bi lover,"

"Really, so you like girls and boys?" Blake asked.

"Hell yeah," Jade replied, before turning around to face her friend. "And do you want to know who I like as my lover,"

"Who?"

"Truth or Dare?"

"Aww, come on,"

"Just answer it. Truth or Dare?"

Blake rolled her blue eyes. "Dare, J,"

"I dare you to kiss me,"

"What?!"

"I dare you too, I double dare you, I triple dare you, Blake Rose,"

Blake didn't have no choice. She immediately cupped her cheeks and immediately placed a passionate kiss on the dark haired girl with green streaks on the lips.

Blake was leaning against the back of the truck, until she felt it going into a complete stop. It got her attention as the doors to the back of the truck open, as she stood up walked towards it. She was last person to exit out the truck, as Franklin helped her down, before walking towards Michael.

"Alright, Les, do your magic with the money,"

As Blake stood next to Michael on his left while Franklin stood next to Michael's right. She looked around her uncle to see Franklin once again, before she blushed when he noticed her piercing blue eyes.

"What did I tell you, Les?" Michael beams with pride, side hugging his niece which surprised her, being his strong grip. "Frank and Blake are good kids,"

"Uh… thanks," Blake said embarrassed.

Michael puts his hand on Franklin's shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Yeah, thanks, Dad," Franklin said sarcastically.

"Alright, I want everyone to lay low. They will be looking for a crew," Michael addresses everyone. "Frank, come by later and we will celebrate, okay?"

"A'ight, man. Cool. See you later, dog,"

"Bye Frankie," Blake waved to him.

"See ya, Blake," he waved back, looking at the dark haired girl. She immediately looked away as she kept blushing.

"I'm.. I'm… started to get feelings towards him," Blake thought to herself, before shaking her head. "No, no, what am I talking about? I can't be with him, he probably has a girlfriend who's the same age as him. Maybe I should forget about this. Uncle Michael won't approve of this,"

"You did good, Blake,"

Blake immediately snapped out of her train of thought, as she swiftly turned around to face her uncle who talked first.

"Oh, really, Uncle Michael," Blake asked.

Michael nodded. "I told you, Les, she's just like her father,"

"Well, she has proven herself to wield a gun over a crowd and drive as getaway, but don't get too attached to her,"

After her first heist, Blake was back in school once again. She can hear the students in some of her classes talking about the Vangelico's heist that happened over the weekend. But on the inside, Blake was smiling evilly that she, Michael, Franklin, and the others were able to pulled it off, without getting arrested by the police.

As her last class ended for the day, she walked outside towards the parking lot to where the student's cars were parked. Blake was with her friends at the moment, until she heard a motorcycle rumbling as she turned around to see a familiar green motorcycle.

"Oh, no," Blake said to herself, before she climbed out of Max's silver Canis Mesa.

"What is it, Blake?" Max asked turning her head around to see Franklin on the motorcycle as well.

"Who in the hell is that?" Lunch asked walking by Blake's side.

"That's," Blake said shyly, before the green motorcycle stopped behind of the sliver Canis Mesa. "Frankie,"

"Your boyfriend," Lunch asked.

Max pushed Blake from behind as she persuaded for her to walked towards and greeted him.

"Hi, Frankie," Blake greeted, holding onto her own hand.

"Wassup, B,"

"Nothin' much, I was just about to head home," Blake replied. "What are you doin' here?"

"I'm here to take ya home,"

"Oooo, Blake and Franklin, sitting in the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Lunch sanged, before Max punched her in the back of her head, leaving the blonde haired with pink streaks stunned for a few minutes.

"Ignore the dumbass girl with pink streaks," Max stated.

"A'ight," Franklin replied.

"Why are you to pick me up, I told Uncle Michael that Max will be dropping me off,"

"He said he had a surprise for ya,"

"Um, ok, then,"

Blake climbed onto the backseat of Franklin's green Western Bagger motorcycle as he pulled out another motorcycle helmet from out the side bags. She placed it on her head slowly, before she held onto his biceps. He turned around to see her eyes out of the helmet, before asking her if she's ready. She nodded, before they heard a camera clicking sound and turned to face Lunch, holding up her iFruit phone.

"You boyfriend and girlfriend,"

"Alright, alright," Blake climbed off the motorcycle and walked towards Lunch with balled up fists. "You asked for it,"

*SMACK*

As Blake held onto Franklin, she almost feel uncomfortable by having her arms around his waist. Once she noticed that they were close to Michael's house, she really needs to be back in her comfort zone where she around the people who can protect her, like her Uncle Michael.

When the gates to Michael's house slide open, Franklin drove his motorcycle and parked it right next to Michael's black Obey Tailgater.

"Thanks, Frankie, for picking me up," Blake complimented him, before taking off the motorcycle helmet and handed it to him.

"No problem, B," Franklin said removing his motorcycle helmet.

As they walked towards the front doors, Franklin had to stop her because her surprise was in the garage. Once they were close, the garage door open to reveal Blake's motorcycle. It was all fixed and repair now, but it had a new paint job. The bike wasn't cherry red anymore, it was more like a electric blue color.

Blake screamed in happiness as she ran towards, looking around it, before Franklin walked into the garage, smiling at the excited dark haired teen. The garage door closed behind him, as he and the dark haired teen was alone in the garage.

"Oh, I'm street legal again!" Blake cheered.

"Yeah, fo sho," Franklin replied. "Mike was amazed at what you did on the job, so he decided to reward you. Me, I only did the paint job,"

"Well, I like the color, beside red," Blake said, looked at her face at the shiny new electric blue paint job, before looking back at Franklin, who was behind her.

"Thank you, Frankie,"

Blake immediately wrapped her arms around him, before she realizes what she was doing. She was outside of her comfort zone, once she did that. She removed her arms and back away from him, as her back touched as the east side wall of the garage.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Frankie," Blake apologized, not looking at him. "I-"

His finger was placed on top of her pink lips as she looked up at him, surprised. Once he removed his finger, he immediately places his lips onto hers, surprising her once again. She was wide eyed as Franklin's lips moved against hers, but she gave in by relaxing to his touch. She finally moved her own lips, before Franklin remove his own. Her hands were on his dark cheeks, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Deepening the kiss, Blake stood on the tip toes of her black converse, moaning softly while enjoying the kiss. Franklin picked her body up as her long legs were wrapped around his waist, with her back against the wall. Now, her arms were wrapped around his neck, as Franklin held onto her, before removing his lips to look deeply into her turquoise blue eyes.

Her hands were now caressing his dark cheeks, until she reaches towards his ears.

"So, that means we're a thing now," Blake asked.

"I guess so, I would love to get to know you more, Blake," Franklin replied.

Blake smiled, before blushing in front of him deeply. "Me too, Frankie,"

Franklin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on her lips, before moving his lips down to the right side of her neck, making her giggle like some love struck teenager.

"Hey, there you both are,"

Blake and Franklin walked into the living room area to see Michael drinking whiskey from his glass. But, the dark haired teen kept her distance away from Franklin to make sure that Michael doesn't know what is going on between them.

"What's up, Uncle M," Blake greeted.

"What's cracking," Franklin greeted as well.

"So, we good?" Michael asked.

"Hell yeah, we good!" Franklin replied.

"We did it, Uncle Michael," Blake said, happily.

"Yeah, you fuckin' A-right we did," Michael agreed as he walked towards the table to pour a glass of his finest whiskey. He gave out a glass to Franklin, as soon as they walked away, Blake decided to pour in her own glass and join the party.

"Here's to us," Blake said, holding a glass full of whiskey which she poured for herself. Michael laughed before taken Blake's glass away from her.

"Hey," Blake complained.

"Cheers," Michael said to Franklin, before clinking their glasses together, leaving Blake out of the fun.

"Uncle Michael, you're such a killjoy," Blake said, having her arms crossed, before turning around to see his whiskey bottle just standing alone on that table, collecting dust.

She smirked before looking at the two adults who were having a conversation, which means that they're distracted. She walked backwards, before her right hand grabbed the whiskey bottle, before taking a quick swig of it.

The taste of whiskey was going down her throat, leaving a burn which made her blue eyes winched and widened, before she heard the front doors of the De Santa household opening and closing.

She hid the bottle behind her, trying to be sneaky once again.

"The whole job. Everything. If anyone knows about your profile…" Dave Norton came into the living room area, surprising Blake and Michael. "What is the matter with you,"

"Hey it's what's-his-name," Blake said.

"Davey!" Michael greeted. "Long time, no see,"

"Did you dragged your sixteen year old niece into this?" Dave asked.

Michael and Dave looked at Blake, as she stands there so innocent holding the now half empty bottle of whiskey behind her back while trying to control her posture correctly.

"I'm almost seventeen, Mr. Davey," Blake corrected him.

She only hiccup once before, the two men looked back at each other.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Michael replied.

"What about you-know-who?" Dave asked. "If that fruitcake finds out that you're alive and Blake is here with you, you are D-O-N-E fucked,"

"What...are talking… about?" Blake asked, drunkenly.

"Have you seen the news,"

Dave grabbed the TV remote and turned it on to Weazel News to see that news was standing in front of Vangelico's. The same guy from outside who was telling Franklin to move the bikes was on the news. Blake taken a big swig, before sitting down on the floor Indian style, while trying to concentrate on the TV.

Michael turned off the TV. "I don't know anything about that,"

"Me either," Blake said slurry, before she slowly stood up on her knees and fallen back down with Michael's now empty bottle of whiskey. "I… was at school… when it happened,"

"What the fuck are you doin'?" Michael hissed. He noticed Blake drinking in front of him. She was drinking his finest whiskey, as she was holding the neck of the bottle in her left hand.

"Please…" Blake crawled towards the three men as she stayed on the ground in front of Michael's legs. She grabbed the left leg, before she stood on her knees, having her elbows lying on top of his kneecaps. She placed her index finger to her lips, making a shushing noise. "Don't tell my Uncle Michael… or he'll be extremely pissed off at me,"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell him," Michael replied as a joke.

"Y'know what?" Blake said, before she finally stood on her feet. "The drinks are… on me… Who wants…"

She looked back at the empty whiskey bottle before looking back at the three men, drunkenly. "Whoopies…"

Blake immediately fallen down onto the floor, breaking the whiskey bottle on the ground as well. She fallen asleep as the alcohol got to her good.

"Shit, man," Franklin said standing up, before looking at the sleeping Blake. "Is she gonna be alright,"

"Ah don't worry about her, once she wake up, she's gonna have a fuckin' earful with me along with that hangover,"

"Lunch, what is the french word for apple?" Max asked the question, while the blonde haired girl with pink streaks was trying to think of the word.

Blake on the other hand was listening also, but in the past few days she was acting strange recently.

She acted different in front of people.

She dressed so different.

Why was this happening to her? Was it because she kissed Franklin? Or was it when she did the first heist and became rich, instead of being spoiled like her cousins, Jimmy and Tracey.

"Bon bon?"

"Lunchables, that's candy," Blake stated. "Hell, it was better than saying the word weed in french,"

"For your information," Lunch stated. "I'm tryna quit,"

Lunch rolled up her right sleeve to show a square looking beige patch. "See? I'm wearing a non-smokers weed patch,"

"That is a Band-Aid, Boxfield-Haines," Blake corrected her.

"Well, that could have explained the unsatisfactory results," Lunch replied, before removing it slowly.

"I need a water bottle," Max stated.

"There's some in the fridge," Blake offered.

"I'll get us some," Lunch said, standing up from the table and walked towards the kitchen.

"Blake, you have been spacing out, since we're studying french," Max stated. "What is the matter with you? Is it something that your uncle said?"

"No, and it's something else,"

"Like what, B,"

"Uh… remember Franklin?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Holy mother of Gods!" Lunch exclaimed which causes Max and Blake to stop their conversation. They ran towards the kitchen area to see Lunch holding a large block of weed from out of the refrigerator.

"Holy shit, my fuckin' dreams came true," Lunch said happily, before placing it onto the counter.

As Lunch tries to open the plastic wrapping of the block of weed, Blake and Max noticed Michael and Amanda coming towards the kitchen.

Blake immediately pushed Lunch to the side as she already had the plastic wrapping open for her to steal. The dark haired teen placed it back into the refrigerator, before picking up Lunch from off the ground, as she was picking up the weed bits to make herself a new joint.

"Lunch, don't make that in here,"

"Make what?" Michael asked.

All the girls looked shocked as Lunch stood up from the floor, finishing the wrapping of her new weed joint and place it on her left ear.

"Nothin' Uncle Michael," Blake replied. "We weren't making a mess in the kitchen,"

"It nice to see you again, Mr. And Mrs. DS," Lunch said.

Michael didn't replied to the blonde haired teen with pink streaks. Somehow, he doesn't like Blake being friends with her.

"Well, it's nice to see too, Max and Lunch," Amanda replied, before the girls scurried off, until Lunch stopped Blake for them to show them something different.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool," Blake asked, before she lifted up her black hoodie to show that her long black hair had colorful streaks in it.

From her shoulders it had three different colors, hot pink, electric blue and dark purple leading towards the ends of her hair.

Michael and Amanda were wide eyed at Blake's new hair color change.

"Wow, Blake, it so… colorful," Amanda said.

"Really?" Blake asked. "It's called unicorn hair,"

"Who's dumbass idea did your hair," Michael asked.

"Michael,"

"It's okay, Aunt Amanda," Blake said. "It was Lunchables' idea,"

"Fuckin' figures,"

Michael walked towards the cabinet as Blake watches him, hoping that he wouldn't go into the refrigerator to see an open large block of weed.

But the dark haired teen was wrong. He opened the refrigerator, after grabbing his glass to pour his whiskey in.

He grabbed the block of weed out of the refrigerator. "The fuck is this shit?"

Blake looked away as she had something in her mouth.

"Is that yours?" Amanda asked, Blake who was turned away at the moment.

Blake turned around to face them. "Hell no, I don't smoke,"

"Then what's in your mouth," Michael asked pointing to the long white stick sticking out from the corner of her mouth.

Blake's eyes narrowed down to her mouth as she noticed it as well.

"Oh, this," her index finger pointed to the white stick. "It's a sucker, not a cigarette,"

Blake taken it out of her mouth to show the small strawberry red ball of sweetness on a white stick. She placed it back into her mouth, before her friends returned back behind the dark haired teen.

"I have only myself to blame for the mess these kids are in,"

Blake walked away from the two adults as she can feel a heated argument coming on. "I think we should take this upstairs,"

"Why, I wanna see this," Lunch said, before she stood back up and walked back into the kitchen.

"We might as well follow Lunch or she'll start something," Max suggested, before walking towards the kitchen area.

Blake stood between her friends as they were right behind her, listening to the heated conversation.

"Oh, yeah, I've done horrible by you," Michael retorted. "Pulled you out of a Midwestern trailer park, got you a big mansion in Rockford Hills,"

"She's about to go Real Cunts of Suburbia on his ass," Lunch whispered in Blake's ear.

Blake was being quiet at the moment, until she finally spoke up to her uncle and aunt.

"Can you guys just arguing, please," Blake begged. "I don't like it when people argue,"

Michael remembered that Blake told him that Macey yelled at her daughter so many times, calling her worthless and other horrible names. He agreed to the dark haired teen, before Amanda had started something yet again, leaving Blake out of this.

"You have ruin my serenity yet again. My yoga is fucked!"

"Oooo," Lunch said before laughing. "Bitchy wife alert,"

"Oh, is that what you're calling it now," Michael asked. "You and your fuckin' yoga,"

"Did someone say yoga,"

"Man, what the-" Blake retorted. "Aww, hella no, Aunt Amanda, you did not brought another bitch ass into this house."

"Blake," Amanda hissed at her niece.

"You must be Michael. Namaste,"

"Na-ma-go fuck yourself,"

"Michael!" Amanda hissed.

All three of the teens the kitchen and dinning room area were laughing hysterically, as they were crying out tears. Blake was holding onto the counter. Max was in the dining room area as she slammed her hand on the table so many times. Lunch on the other hand was on the floor, crying out loud.

Once Blake was the first to calmed down, she realized that her black eye makeup was running down her eyes as she grabbed a wet paper towel and wipe her face off.

Everyone noticed Jimmy walking into the kitchen as they kept quiet.

"Ah, there you are you little shit," Michael said holding out the large block of the open weed. "Looking for this,"

Jimmy tried to reach out for it, but Michael pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah, no," Michael mocked.

"Very funny," Jimmy said, sarcastically. "You know, you're a real asshole,"

"Hey, asshole," Blake retorted. "I gave you that money to help buy you that tattoo, but you spend it on pot, that my friend…"

Blake looked around the large block of pot, until Lunch was about to steal it from off the counter.

"LUNCHABLES!" Max and Blake called out her name to make her stop stealing.

"Whattie?" Lunch asked, jumping backwards looking at everyone in the room. Max immediately grabbed onto her one of her side ponytails to pull her away from the countertop .

"You see? You see what you have cause," Blake asked Jimmy.

"Bitch, I don't care about what your friend does,"

"You little shit, what did you call your cousin," Michael retorted, defending his only niece.

"Oh, so you called me a bitch, huh," Blake asked, angrily. "Well, how about I call you my bitch! Everyone who lives or even walks in this house, are now all my bitches. Except for Uncle Michael and my friends,"

"That's my bestie, Badass Blake!" Max cheered as she clapped her hands. "That sounded awesome and you sounded cool too, Mr. DS,"

"Hell yeah, B.B," Lunch cheered, before placing her joint into her mouth to celebrate.

"Blakesleigh De Santa, you ain't supposed to be sayin' that," Michael retorted.

"Didn't you hear what fat ass called me?" Blake asked. "He called me a bitch, and he's my bitch as well. One day, I'll beat his ass for disrespecting a young lady, like me,"

"Stop it all of you, you're ruining my yoga!" Amanda retorted.

"Did somebody say yoga," Everyone immediately turned to face the mysterious voice who has entered the kitchen area.

They were wide-eyed and shocked.

Blake mouthed dropped as she stood next to her Uncle Michael, and her strawberry flavored sucker fallen out of her mouth. Max dropped her bottle water on the floor as it spilled out. Lunch had a lite up weed joint hanging from the corner of her mouth, as it fallen onto the floor where Max spilled her water bottle.

It was him.

Michael's psychotic friend.

Blake's other but favorite and crazy uncle.

Trevor Phillips is here.

So, Blake and Franklin? Does anyone like that? Ain't it sweet? Everyone knew that Blake had sudden feelings for him, but she wasn't expecting Franklin to love her back. Is this relationship true or Blake will be using him?

Blake also got caught drinking in front of her Uncle Michael? Was that the dumbest thing she has done?

And there was more of Lunch being a dumbass friend, which I bet everyone loves her being a funniest friend ever to Blake and Max, but Michael on the other hand, don't even like her to be friends with Blake.

I hope everyone likes Badass Blake in this chappie? Let's see what happens in the next chapter when Trevor finally pops into the picture!