It was nighttime at the Townley's trailer home.
Blake happens to be there at their home while her mother Macey Rose was taking a late shift at her job, which she had to stay overnight. Blake's father, Carter Grant had to visit with some relatives, so he would probably be coming home in the morning as well.
Blake was sitting down on the floor, along with Tracey and Jimmy while they were watching cartoons in their pajamas. The dark haired child was slowly getting tired as she was holding onto her pink bunny rabbit plushie named Bun-Bun.
She slowly stood up from the floor, and rubbed her left eye, while holding onto Bun-Bun, before dropping it. She turned around to see Michael and Amanda at the table, looking down at the collection of bills they have to pay for.
She walked towards them slowly. "Uncle Mikey, Auntie Mandy,"
Michael looked away to see his niece in front of him. "Yeah,"
"I'm sleepy,"
Michael looked away from his niece to take a look up to see the clock behind him. It was already 10:02 pm.
"I didn't know it was that late," Michael stated.
"Of course it is, Michael," Amanda said. "Look at her, she's already half asleep,"
Blake was leaning as she had her eyes closed, until Michael catches her into his arms. He lifted up the dark haired child as her chin was resting on his left shoulder. He picked her small bunny rabbit from off the floor, before he looked back at his wife.
"I'll take her to bed," Michael said, facing his wife.
Amanda stood up from her chair. "I'll put the kids to sleep,"
Michael nodded before walking towards their bedroom. Blake had to sleep in the middle of Michael and Amanda's bed, since they didn't have another room for a guest. Michael turned on the lights, as he walked towards the bed, and place the dark haired child into it.
He placed her under the covers as she was shivering. He moved some of her black locks out of her sleepy face, as she looked like an angel while she slept. It even reminded him of Tracey when she was like that, since she was Daddy's little girl to him.
But to Blake, she was his niece. His only niece and also a godfather to her, if something bad happens to Carter and Macey.
As he watched his niece finally sleeping in the bed, he stood up from it until he felt a small hand grabbing his large fingers. He turned to see Blake sitting down on the bed, holding Bun-Bun close to her. He sat back down to see what was the matter with her. Until her small hands cupped his cheeks and place a small kiss on his nose.
Blake giggled before she fallen down on the bed, before Michael started tickling her, chuckling at her happy giggles. Her hand was slapping his large hands to make him stop and eventually he did, before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Night, night, Uncle Mikey," Blake now said tiredly.
"Night," Michael whispered before leaving the bedroom, and returning to his wife to help put Jimmy and Tracey to bed.
The weekend had finally came for Blake as she had nothing to do, which was weird for her.
She rather be hanging out with her friends or even shop till she drop. But the dark haired teen was still grounded, after drinking Michael's whiskey bottle.
So, Michael grounded her for two weeks as she only had taken away was her freedom.
She grabbed her iFruit phone and looked through her contacts. She noticed Franklin's name as she taken a deep breath before touching the call button. While placing the phone up to her left ear, Franklin finally answer.
"Hey, baby it's me, what are you up to?"
"I'm on my way to my aunt's crib, you wanna hangout?"
"Uh…" Blake slowly said, before she blushed slightly and answer to his question. She knew that she was grounded, but how can she turned to another hangout session with him. "Sure, I would love to hang out with you,"
"A'ight, then, I'll swing by and pick you up, later,"
"No, no, no, wait. I'm actually around the area, seeing my friend, Lunch, I'll come by,"
Once she hanged up her iFruit phone, she fallen backwards onto her queen sized bed, feeling the soft and silky lavender purple bedspread against her body.
She covered her face, before looking up at her ceiling fan.
"What are the fuckin' consquences that I just done?" Blake asked herself, before she stood up from bed. "I can't cancel the 'hangout', then he'll know I stood him up… What can I do?"
She paced herself around her bedroom before coming up with the idea. Leaving her bedroom, she climbed down the stairs to see Michael in the living room area sitting on the couch, watching another one of his classic movies.
She approached him from behind, before Michael turned his face to look at her.
"Hey, Blake, I haven't seen you in awhile, you alright,"
"Yeah, what you watching?"
"An American Divorce," Michael replied. "It's a great classic, Blake,"
"Yeah, I noticed," Blake said quietly. "Do you mind if go into the garage to get something,"
"For what?"
"I need the ladder… cause I accidentally threw my makeup onto the roof, when you scared me this morning," Blake explained.
"That black lipstick shit?!"
"No, it actually my lip gloss," Blake hissed. "It was my favorite flavor. It tasted like strawberries,"
"Do you need me?" Michael asked.
"Nah, I can handle it,"
"Alright then, be careful,"
With that said, Blake ran into the garage to grabbed the ladder and place it where her bedroom window was.
After that she went back into the house and closed the door to her bedroom.
Blake place on a grey slouchy beanie over her head as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her colorful and black hair was flowing as she comb through it. She was wearing a black t-shirt that had Love Fist on it. A red flannel shirt was tied around her waist as her dark blue jean shorts were being covered. She had on red over the knee socks while her black combat boots were covering her feet.
Walking towards her dresser, she turn on her stereo to Radio Los Santos as it was playing How It Was by Future at the moment.
Once she was ready to go she open her window and climb down the ladder, before running towards her motorcycle. She rolled it out of the cobblestone driveway, as the gates open to let her out. Once she reached the stop sign, she climb onto it and drove to where Franklin was at the moment.
Blake arrived at Franklin aunt's house as he was outside, waiting on her. She parked her motorcycle as she climbed off of it, before embracing him with a hug.
"Hey, Frankie,"
"Hey, baby,"
"You seemed upset, you wanna talk about it?"
"Nah, I'm alright, I'm just tired, that's all," Franklin replied. "But I'm happy to see you,"
Blake give out a small laugh, before a smile was placed on her lips. "Whatever it is you worried about, I'm here to listen,"
"Sounds like a plan," Franklin replied, before reaching his face down to kiss her lips, as he kept his arms wrapped around her small body. Blake wrapped her arms around his neck, while enjoying the kiss. Franklin remove his lips from hers, as he looked at her beautiful blue eyes.
"You wanna hangout now," Blake finally asked.
"Yeah fo sho',"
The next minute, Franklin's aunt Denise came out the house as they heard the door opening and closing.
"Aww, shit,"
Blake removed her arms around his neck as Franklin did the same thing with Blake's waist.
"Don't you step foot in this yard with her,"
"Why? It's half my house and she's my girl," Franklin defended.
"Nah, I'm calling the police,"
"Uh, what is your problem," Blake asked. "I ain't done nothin' wrong, but came into your house with him,"
"He's been disloyal and you're probably using him, just like all white trash,"
"White trash!?" Blake hissed as she was shocked at what Franklin's aunt called her.
"Why I oughta-," Blake was about to grabbed her handgun, hiding behind her black Love Fist t-shirt, as Franklin pulled his girlfriend back and kept her gun hidden away from his aunt.
"Come on, Blake. Let's get outta here,"
"Alright, then," Blake replied, before she noticed another man came leading Chop on a leash.
Her eyes dazzled as the dog barked at her, before running towards her.
"Chop, chop!"
Chop pushed Blake onto the ground gently as he started licking her face.
"Man, Chop must really love that white girl,"
"Nigga, that's my girl, I been telling you about,"
"Oh fo reals, nigga, I thought she was our color,"
Blake stood up from the ground as Chop stood by her. She started rubbing the top of his head.
"I'm Blake, and this must be your dog,"
"Yeah, I'm Lamar,"
Blake and Lamar shook each other's hands.
"See what I been talking about," Franklin's aunt continues. "Hanging out with older men. Dating a rich white girl who goes to that fancy school. Ignoring your homies, acting all superior. Your mama would be turning over in her grave, boy,"
"So, you giving me a lecture about not being a good enough gangbanger," Franklin asked.
"Well, maybe he doesn't want to be a gangbanger," Blake said. "I used to be one back in my old town along with my home girl,"
"Oh for real?" Lamar asked, looking at Blake. "What gang did you rolled with,"
"The Black Angels," Blake replied. "Me and my home girl Jade became one of them by dealing drugs and even robbed small houses and stores,"
"Blake, are you for real?" Franklin asked
"Look, me and Jade had to do it, because we needed money, and we ended up leaving out of it, because it was getting rough for us," Blake explained. "Shit, me and her were lucky they didn't cap us. Jade had to pay them back for the entry fee and we only had ourselves,"
"Shit, homie, this a good gangbanging girl you have, nigga," Lamar complemented. "So, you finally gave up Tanisha for her,"
"Who's Tanisha?" Blake asked.
"My nigga's ex, G.G," Lamar replied.
"G.G?" Blake said, confused.
"Gangsta Girl. That's what I'm calling you," Lamar explained.
"Well, I kinda like it," Blake said.
"Nigga, if you don't shut the fuck up and stop using your moves on her," Franklin retorted.
"Hey, a nigga just wanna be nice,"
"Who is that?" Franklin's aunt asked.
"Who?" Blake asked.
She and Franklin turned around to see Trevor and Lunch together.
"No fuckin' way,"
"Yes, fuckin' way, Blake," Trevor replied.
"What are you doing here?" She asked Trevor. "Did you follow me?"
"Yes, I did and I was wondering who were you talking too… Are these more of you little friends,"
"He's one of them," She pointed to Lamar and then to Franklin's aunt. "But her… I don't fuckin' think so," Blake replied, before looking at Lunch.
"Why are you here with my crazy uncle? Are you trying to get drugs again?"
"Uh, hell yeah, I was walking to my dealer, until I noticed Uncle T and he invited me into his ride," Lunch replied.
"And what the fuck you wearing?" Blake asked. "You look like you been working in the streets, giving out your ass to everyone,"
Lunch was only wear a black oversized hoodie and black converse on her feet.
"Oh, ha, ha, very nice and fuckin' funny, Blake," Lunch said, sarcastically. "I have shorts under here too,"
"Wow, Franklin, you never told me that you had a sister," Trevor said.
"I'm Denise, Franklin's housemate,"
"And aunt, my mother's old dried ass sister,"
"Shut the fuck up!" she hissed.
"Yeah, shut the fuck up!" Trevor hissed along with her.
"How about you two shut the fuck up?!" Blake hissed.
"Here, darling, ignore my smart mouth niece, and why don't you go get yourself something nice,"
"Thank you," Denise said while counting. "This- this is seven dollars!"
Blake and Lunch immediately turned around as they tried their best to hold in their laugh. Lunch was holding onto Blake's right shoulder, as the dark haired teen was biting her lip.
"I said something nice, not expensive," Trevor said to her. "Wanna be a greedy fuckin' cow, huh?! Get the fuck out of here, alright?"
"You men are all the same,"
"Man, what the fuck you doin' here?" Franklin demanded.
"If you're thinking about snitching to my Uncle Michael, you must be crazy as hell,"
"Oh, you calling me crazy as hell, huh?" Trevor asked. "Maybe I should tell fat snake about this 'secret meeting',"
Blake slowly back away from her uncle, as she was only inches away from her motorcycle. "But, I won't tell that fat fuck about this, unless I hang out with your boy, the boys,"
"What?" Franklin and Blake asked together.
"I'm fuckin' new in town and I'm making friends alright. Lunch is one of them, because I like her. So, let's party!"
"Look, I had plans to hangout with Blake and getting some rest, until this clown and my aunt came and fucked that up,"
"My nigga, I just came over to holler at you about the thing," Lamar explained.
"Man, I said I'm tired," Franklin said
"What fuckin' thing," Trevor asked
"I ain't talking to you, homie," Lamar replied
"Yeah, I think we should go," Blake said to Lunch as she nodded, before Trevor grabbed the back of their clothes.
"You two are fuckin' coming with us," Trevor said.
"What? What's going on, B," Lunch asked her friend.
"You don't even want to know," Blake simply stated, before the two girls were pushed into the back of Lamar's white van. Franklin and Lamar climbed into the front seat, as Trevor came in last along with Chop.
"Where is this thing happening?" Trevor asked.
"Down Grove Street," Lamar replied, while Franklin started up the van.
"We shootin' shit up? Spraying some motherfucker? I can drive by with the best of 'em"
Blake laughed at her Uncle Trevor, trying to be a original gangster.
"Really? You sound like my friend who tried to act all gangsta back there,"
"Blake, what is exactly goin' on?" Lunch asked. "I hope we're going to get some good nose candy,"
"Nose candy?" Lamar asked. "What's with your homie, G.G?"
"She's suffering from drug withdrawal, so she needs something that she can smoke or snorted up,"
"Aww, don't worry about your homie, G.G," Lamar said. "We're gonna get some good shit,"
"Fuckin' awesome!" Lunch exclaimed, standing up in can. She was so pumped for getting drugs in her system now.
"Girl, sit your ass down!" Blake pulled her back down. "I don't know why I hang out with you, since all you do is get into trouble. If Steve or Lil Chris finds out about this, you're definitely going to rehab,"
As the gang arrive on Grove Street, Blake and Lunch climbed out of the van as they noticed a few Ballas. They were looking at the girls like they were new hoes on the street or maybe giving them dirty look because they were a different color than them.
"Hello, I'm Lunch!" She introduced herself to the gangbangers, until Trevor pulled the girls close to them, as Chop finally climbed out of the van, before Lunch close the doors.
"Hey, be on point," Lamar said quietly, before someone finally opened the door.
"Courier service. Package to be collected by Lamar,"
"You got the grip?"
"Presented and accounted for,"
"Sample," the dealer asked. Lamar nodded and the dealer digged a little section of the brick. He lifted up the knife to his nose and sniffed.
He staggered backwards. "My throat getting numb already,"
"So, we good, nigga, right?" Franklin asked.
"Wait, I got cash," Lunch walked in front, pulling out a rolled up wad of cash hold together by a pink rubber band. "Can I have a little taste?"
"Damn, how much Steve gave you?" Blake asked.
"No, girl! We're leavin'," Franklin said.
"Just let Lunch get her nose candy, so she can get fuckin' satisfied," Blake said, not caring about Lunch's drug withdrawal.
"Hold on," Trevor stood next to Lunch. "I want a taste too. From the other side of the brick,"
"No, you heard what your boy said. You're leavin'," The dealer said.
"Hey, I gave you my money," Lunch complained, before she started tugging on to it. "Now, give me my nose candy!"
As Lunch and the dealer kept fighting over it, they finally broke it apart as Lunch stumbled backwards and Trevor happen to catch her just in time. Trevor looked at the half broken piece of brick, before he pulled out a key that was inside it.
"Did the little lady ask for a key or fuckin' ounce," Trevor demanded.
"Man, that's motherfuckin' drywall!" Lamar exclaimed.
"I can't believe I'm doing this in the hood!" Blake pulled out her pistol as she had it to her right side, having her index finger touching the trigger.
"Blake, what is that?!" Lunch asked. "That better be a fuckin' toy,"
"Does this answer your question?"
Blake aimed the gun at the dealer as he closed the door on them and she shot at him, through the door. The dealer fallen onto the floor with the bullet lodged into his throat. Blake kicked in the door to take a closer look at him, before grabbing Lunch's money was from his dead body.
"You have a gun!?" Lunch said surprised. "A fuckin' gun?!
"Yeah, no shit," Blake replied, before place the wad of money in Lunch's hoodie pocket.
"Hey, we got some motherfuckin' buyers remorse out here!" Someone yelled out in the street as everyone turned to see more gang members showing up.
"You can't fuckin' hustle a hustler!" Trevor yelled, pulling out his own weapon.
Franklin and Lamar did the same thing, before Blake stood by Lunch's side protecting her, during the hood shootout.
"Blake, I'm fuckin' scared shitless now!" Lunch exclaimed.
"Don't worry, Lunch, I'm here to protect you," Blake soother her friend. "Let's get back in the van,"
Bullets were spraying all over the place, as the gang tried to head back into Lamar's van. The van exploded in front of them as they decided to go with plan B.
Escape Grove Street.
"Blake, what should I do?" Lunch asked, while Blake was in covering behind a car with her.
"Just stay next to me!" Blake said, loudly, as she pulled the trigger back on her pistol, until she heard the sound of someone crying out in pain.
Franklin was next to them as he iced another gangbanger who was coming up towards them.
Blake noticed an assault rifle as she made a run to grabbed it, until she was pushed back by another gangbanger who had a knife.
Blake used her fists to fight back against him, until she heard the sound of an assault rifle going off as the bullets killed the gangbanger that attack her.
Lunch used the assault rifle against him as Blake grabbed it from her hands. She gave Lunch her handgun, before they started shooting their way out of Grove Street, until the last gangbanger was down.
"I think that was all of them," Blake announced.
Until they heard the sound of police sirens coming closer to the street.
Blake immediately grabbed Lunch's wrist and decided to take a shortcut back to the street where Blake parked her motorcycle. They hid in an alley as Blake was trying to wipe off the fingerprints off the guns, before losing the assault rifle in the garbage can.
Once they made it back without the police looking for two teenagers, Blake decided to take Lunch back to her apartment back on Strawberry.
"You alright?" Blake asked, as she climbed onto her motorcycle. Lunch did the same as she held on.
"Yeah, I seen some stuff like that, Blake," Lunch replied. "But I still didn't my Mary Jane or nose candy,"
"How long was your withdrawal?"
"An hour,"
"Damn, Lunchables," Blake sweared. "You can't survive taken drugs for a whole day,"
"Hey, I usually smoke or snort every four hours,"
"That's all you ever do," Blake stated. "You smoke at school. You snort nose candy once you're in your room. And you smoke while trynna get a marijuana license, one time,"
"That's alright," Lunch said. "Don't worry about the fuck I be doing. Just take me the fuck home. I'll talk more about what happened earlier, once we're alone,"
Once Blake stopped her motorcycle in front of the apartment complex where Lunch stays, she noticed that Steve Haines was here as well. She noticed his black Gallivanter Baller SUV, as Lunch rolled her eyes, hoping off Blake's bike.
"You wanna come in and keep me company," Lunch asked.
"No, I have to get home now, before Uncle M, figures out that I left the house,"
"You still grounded?" Lunch asked.
"Yeah, but I don't know for how long,"
"Lynnette Haines, where have you been?" Steve asked, as he stood behind her.
Lunch rolled her eyes once more, before turning around to face him. "I was hanging out with Blake, Steve,"
"Hi, Mr. Steve," Blake greeted while waving at him.
"Hey, beautiful," Steve walked towards her and hugged her once again.
"I was just dropping her off, that's all,"
"It's fine, Blakesleigh," Steve replied, before narrowing his eyes at Lunch. "Besides, she's in trouble now,"
"What do you mean by that?!" Lunch hissed.
"Hey sis," Lunch turned around to see her brother Lil Chris as he looked at her with an evil smirk on his face.
"You little fuck," Lunch hissed before Lil Chris stick his tongue out at her and ran off. "Come back here, you little asshole!"
Lunch chase her little brother back into the apartment complex, as Blake laughed at them.
"Well, I should be goin' now,"
"Don't you wanna stay for dinner, Blakesleigh?" Steve offered. "My fiancee made something good for us to eat. We're allowed to have a fifth person at the table,"
"Nah, I'm good, and I have to return to my Uncle Michael before he gets worried,"
Michael was sitting down on the expensive white couch as he had his iFruit phone on the coffee table. He was staring at it waiting for Blake to call him back. He knew that Blake snuck out of the house while she was still grounded. She had her music up so loud and the door was lock on the other side, until he used a key to enter her bedroom.
He called her so many times and texted her but she hasn't respond. Now, he was starting to get worried about her even though that his only niece.
Once he heard the front doors of the house opening and closing, he stood up from the couch and walk towards the foyer to see Blake on the floor, leaning against the glass doors.
She look like she was exhausted.
"Blakesleigh Victoria De Santa," Michael called out her full name. "Where the fuck you been?"
Blake had her face covered with her arms, as her knees were against her chest.
"Young lady, I am talking to you," Michael said. "Look at me while I'm talking,"
Blake removed her face to look up at his steel blue eyes filled with anger. "I can't fuckin' believe you, you decided to pulled this little stunt by sneaking out of the house, goin' against my wishes, yet again,"
"You know what, Uncle Michael," Blake finally said something as she stood up. "Yes, I did snuck out of the house when I was supposed to be grounded for whatever how long. I was bored so I did it. So I might as well just go up to my room, no TV, no dinner, and dessert, since I can smell the pizza and the warm cinnamon bites already here. Hell, I might even grab one of your belts and whoop my own ass, until I cry… Goodnight,"
Blake walked away from Michael and climbed up the stairs, holding onto the railing.
Michael looked at her confused.
He was supposed to do the punishments for her, but somehow Blake made it easy on him, since he don't usually ground his own kids. He didn't know what to say after that but he told her one thing, before Blake closed the door to her own bedroom.
"Well don't fuckin' break my belts,"
This was requested by n00b4life, since she or he asked about it in the reviews. I was following the way I complete story mode, since this was next mission after I did Three's Company.
Does anyone like how Lamar called Blake, G.G.? Known as Gangsta Girl?