A black Gallivanter Baller SUV was driving down Rockford Hills, as the driver, Lynnette Boxfield-Haines was cruising with her friends, Blake De Santa and Max "Maxie J" Sterling. Blake in the front passenger seat as Max was in the backseat, behind the dark haired teen.

The girls decided to have fun in Steve's SUV, which Lunch stole for the second time. Usually when Steve visits his fiancee in Strawberry at the apartment complex, Lunch will always be the one to steal it before her brother, Lil Chris tells on him.

"Yo, we're getting close, get ready," Lunch said, she was getting close to the East Vinewood streets.

The girls put on their bandanas, as they have their water guns ready to shoot at the people walking down the streets of Vinewood. Blake's bandana was purple as her signature color while Max and Lunch's bandanas were sky blue and hot pink.

"Ready," Blake asked, before rolling down her window, as Max did the same with her window.

"Steady," Max said, before pumping her water gun pistol.

"Now!" Lunch announced, as she drove down the closest street.

Music from the SUV was blaring as Radio Los Santos was heard down the famous streets.

"Drive by!" The girls announced together, as they aimed their the water guns at the people.

They started shooting their water guns at the people, as they were surprised and soaked. Lunch kept her left hand onto the steering wheel, and she was using her water gun pistol in the other hand.

Blake and Max were getting perfect shots at the people, as the dark haired teen got a bullseye by aiming and shooting at a middle aged man's open mouth.

"Did ya get him?" Lunch asked.

"Bulls-eye!" Blake exclaimed.

His eyes widened, as he threw it up onto the street grounds. The water was like a warm yellow with a hint of orange, but it wasn't water that the girls used in their water guns.

"Oh god!" The man exclaimed. "It's urine and hot sauce!"

Blake was walking down the streets of East Vinewood, while holding her skateboard in her left arm, as she was listening to music.

In The End by Black Veil Brides was playing though her red headphones, blaring in the loudest volume her iFruit phone can reach. As she was enjoying the song, he heard her phone chimed as she pulled it out of her pockets.

"I see you, Blake, wanna hangout in my ride?"

Blake looked confused as she lifted her red headphones down to her neck, when she heard a car horn from behind her. She turned around to see a black Gallivanter Baller, approaching behind her as it made a complete stop in front of Blake.

She can clearly see who was in the driver's side of Haines' SUV. Lunch was in the driver's side as she was holding onto to the steering wheel.

"Yo, Lunchables!" Blake greeted as she opened the door to the passenger side, before climbing into the SUV. She closed the door, before placing her skateboard in the back seats. "Is this your ride now?"

"No, I stole it from Steve, since he left his keys on the counter,"

"Fuckin' figures," Blake scoffed. "I knew that you will done more stupid stuff than ever,"

"Wanna cigarette," Lunch pulled out an opened pack of Redwood cigarettes.

"Yeah, whatever," Blake replied, pulling out two. One for her to use now and the other was for later.

As she tries to pull out Lunch's hot pink lighter from out of the cigarette package, the blonde haired and pink streaks girl slammed on to the accelerator. Lunch made a u-turn as she sped down the street in the speeding limit, while Blake had her cigarette in her mouth before light it up.

Once she inhaled the smoke, she rolled down the window for the smoke to leave out of Steve's SUV.

As the cigarette was between her fingers, she noticed a police cruiser sticking out in a alleyway.

"Lunch, do you see that cop?" Blake asked, pointing it out with the cigarette between her fingers.

"What cop?"

The black Gallivanter Baller drove passed the police cruiser, as the two police officers in the car taken notice of the speeding SUV.

"What the hell was that?" one of the police officers asked, pointing to the black speeding SUV.

"Citizen report from FIB agent, Steve Haines. Reported a stolen vehicle a uhhh… black Gallivanter Baller. License plate, SH 36718,"

The police cruiser started tailing the black Gallivanter Baller, as it kept the distance away from the SUV.

Still Into You by Paramore was playing in the SUV, as the girls were singing along to it, until Blake looked up at the rear view mirror as she noticed the police car, tailing behind them.

"Hey, hey, Lunch," Blake called her name, as she turned down the volume on the radio.

"Whattie?" Lunch asked, while tapping her cigarette to make the ashes fall into the ashtray.

"The cops," Blake only said, before Lunch turned her head around to see them, tailing behind them.

As she turned her head around to face the front window, while keeping one of her hands on the steering wheel. She put out her cigarette as her other hand was finally on the steering wheel.

"Okay, Lunchables, listen," Blake said calmly. "Even though you stole this car, I suggest that you stay calm and wait until the police turned on the sirens for you to pull over,"

As the girls finally reached a stop light, Lunch was still looking at the rear view mirror of Steve's black Gallivanter Baller, while try to keep calm along with Blake.

Suddenly, the police sirens lights were flashing as the sirens sound was blaring throughout the street.

Lunch couldn't take it, so she slammed onto the accelerator, running the red light, almost crashing into passing through cars in the other stoplight lanes.

The police cruiser started slamming down on the accelerator too, as it followed the fleeing black Gallivanter Baller.

"Suspects are en route on high speed chase. Driving a stolen vehicle. A black Gallivanter Baller. The owner of the vehicle is FIB agent, Steve Haines. Lynnette Haines is driving it with an unidentified passenger,"

"Why the fuck you didn't listen to me?!" Blake asked.

"I'm sorry!" Lunch exclaimed. "You don't know me when I'm on drugs, if Steve and the po-po know I'm smoking in the car while using my Mom's cigarettes as I fuckin' hide my stash away from them. I'm fucked!"

"What?" Blake asked. "You were smoking weed again?"

Blake grabbed the cigarette that Lunch put out, as she examines it. There was a clear tape wrapped around the cigarette as she pulled it off to reveal small green grass and brown cigarette buds.

She made herself a homemade cigarette by using her best weed and using the contents inside of a cigarette.

"Lunch, you dumbass," Blake hissed.

"I'm sorry for reals," Lunch whined.

"Look just worried about losing the cops," Blake said. "Try and hide up an alleyway, once they can't see you,"

Lunch look to her left to see a neighborhood Junes supermarket and she thought it was a perfect way to lose the cops.

"Let's go shopping, Blake!"

"Wait!" Blake exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

Lunch made a quick left turn into the supermarket entrance, as another police cruiser followed the three other police cop cars as well.

Lunch was holding onto the steering wheel as she accelerated through the supermarket, until she come across a speed bump which was a bad idea of having the SUV in full speed.

"Let me out the car, bitch!" Blake yelled, before the black SUV hit the speed bump and they were up in the air for only a few inches.

Once the SUV landed back on the concrete, the axle on the left wheel broke off as the tire was blown off as well. Now they only had three wheels on Steve's SUV, which was hard for Lunch for her to turn the steering wheel and control.

As Lunch try to keep control of the SUV, it made a donut in front of the supermarket as the vehicle stopped moving burning dust and rubber.

They were out of luck now of escaping the police.

They were busted.

"Get out of the car now!"

"Put your hands up where I can see them!"

"Exit the vehicle now!"

Blake and Lunch looked at each other, as the blonde haired with pink streaks light up another cigarette in her mouth, before exiting out of Steve's SUV.

Blake did the same thing as well, since she kept her cigarette in her mouth. Both girls had their hands up as they follow the police man's voice, telling them to come forward.

With their hands up in the air, they were in front of the police men as they aimed their combat pistols at the girls.

"We're so dead," Lunch said to Blake, still having her cigarette hang from the side of her mouth.

"Totally, Lunchables ," Blake replied. "We're so fuckin' dead,"

To make matters worse, Steve Haines arrive in another police cruiser along with his fiancee, Selena Boxfield, who was Lunch's mother and also Christian or better known as Lil Chris, her baby brother.

"Well, shit," Lunch said.

It was nighttime at the De Santa household.

"Oww! Ahh!"

There was a belt smacking in the upstairs part of the De Santa household, as Michael was upstairs with his niece Blake, giving her a punishment for not listening and breaking the law with her best friend.

Trevor was downstairs in the living room area sitting on the couch eating a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and drinking a beer while watching a scary movie. As he tried to listen in on the movie, he decided to hear what his niece was receiving from Michael which was music to his ears.

"You gotta lot of fuckin' nerve to be in a stolen vehicle which belongs to Steve Haines, driving around with his drug crazed stepdaughter," Michael hissed as he kept smacking his niece's butt with his expensive belt. "I'm gonna whipped you like I'm your real Daddy, kid!"

"Uncle!" *SMACK* "Please, stop!" *SMACK* *SMACK* Blake begged as she felt his belt smacking against her body.

"I swear to fuckin' God!" Blake whined. "Uncle Michael, please, you're killing me! Stop!"

*SMACK*

"What the fuck you were doin' smokin' with cigarettes?" Michael asked.

*SMACK*

"Oh, God! Please, please help me! Help me Jesus Christ! Make Uncle Michael's belt soft please!"

"Aww, shut the hell up!"

*SMACK*

"Aww!" Blake cried.

"For now on you don't talk to Lynnette Haines,"

*SMACK*

"You don't see Lynnette Haines,"

*SMACK*

"You don't even think about Lynnette Haines,"

*SMACK*

"Do you fuckin' understand me, Blakesleigh?!"

"I understand!" Blake cried. "I understand; I promise,"

"Good," Michael held his belt in his hands. "To let you know, I'm taking the keys to your bike and also you phone and your computer. Come downstairs, so I can keep a close eye on you,"

Blake was leading Michael downstairs, as she was still whimpering and crying still feeling the pain of her butt. Trevor looked around the corner to see Blake walking into the living room area first before Michael did. She sat down in the white expensive living room chair right next to the section sofa where Michael and Trevor sat down.

"Well, you look like shit," Trevor commented, before sipping on his beer.

Blake was about to swear to Trevor, until Michael stopped her. "Shut up, that ain't hurt,"

Michael sighed. "It's hard being an uncle, T,"

"Yep, it sure is," Trevor agreed.

Michael grabbed the TV remote to change the channel into Weazel news.

"Lynnette Haines is not a typical seventeen year old," The newswoman explained about the blond hair with pink streaks girl and about her actions today in the Rockford Hills and Vinewood area.

"Like most teens her age, would rather shop to they drop or hang out with their friends. She was leading a dangerous situation on the road which she stole a car from her stepfather and famous TV sensation FIB agent, Steve Haines,"

"I was in the kitchen trying to make lunch for my kids and my fiance, Steve," Selena Boxfield-Haines explain to the news of what happened on that day. "My son, Christian came into the kitchen and he told me that Steve's keys were gone. So, I called my daughter to see if she was around the house and she wasn't home. And I thought ohhh shit!"

"I can't believe Lunch is blowing up for this," Blake said amazed but angry. "Steve got his own TV show and I bet Lunch will get her own as well. Oooo, I bet she do,"

"Once Lynnette Haines drove her stepfather's SUV, she decided to go pick up an unidentified sixteen year old,"

The news revealed a mugshot picture of Lunch and a mugshot picture of Blake which was censored.

"The two went on a nearly deadly rampage through the Rockford Hills and Vinewood area,"

"I never expected this from out of my step-daughter," Steve was on the news now as he was standing outside of the Los Santos Police Department. "I expected my step-daughter to be more mature, like her friends Blakesleigh and Maxine, who get good grades each day and appreciate their own parents,"

"See you have to understand, all teens her age love to throw parties, smoke cigarettes, drink beer and hell even going on high speed chases," Selana explain to the newswoman.

"I'm glad my big sissy got in trouble, I hope Momma and Steve will get her the help she needs, instead of her beating my ass," Lil Chris explained on the news as well.

The next morning came by in the De Santa household, as Michael and Trevor was in the living room having a conversation, until Blake walked into the living room area to join them while she was holding a basket full of Michael, Trevor, and her very own laundry.

"This is so cruel, Uncle M and T,"

"That's what you get for not paying attention to me," Michael explained. "And for not getting new friends. I'm alright with Max, but Haines' step daughter needs to learn how to be more mature instead of smoking weed like Jim,"

"Oh, yeah," Blake asked. "Well, doing laundry is the worst thing I have ever done, beside cooking for an evil mother who complains about the way I cook her food,"

Blake lift it up a pair of Michael's blue and white striped boxers. "This is cruel,"

And then she picked it up a pair of Trevor's briefs that had dirty stains on it. "And this is unusual and nasty!"

"Well, fuckin' suck it up, cupcake," Trevor said. "This is your punishment for making your Uncle Michael whoop your little ass,"

"Aww, go fuck yourself in the ass," Blake hissed, as she held up the middle finger to him.

The doorbell rang loudly throughout the De Santa house, as Michael stood up from the section sofa. He walked towards the green glass front doors, as he can see three shadows from the outside.

He opened the doors and it revealed Steve Haines, next to his right was his fiancee, Selena Boxfield and Lunch was with them, in front of them.

"Hey, Townley,"

"Townley?" Lunch said confused.

"Hello, Steve," Michael greeted back, ignoring his old last name.

Blake was behind Michael as she looked to see Lunch, Steve, and Selena at the door.

"Hey, beautiful," Steve greeted.

"Hi, Mr. Steve," Blake greeted him, without giving the FIB agent a hug.

But Steve wanted to give her, since he noticed that she was in a depressing mood. So, he walked towards the dark haired teen and hugged her, while she patted his back. Michael had an icy glare, while he looked at Steve and Blake hugging each other, until they finally let go.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. De Santa," Selena apologize to Michael. "But Steve and I know it was your niece in the car and smoking cigarettes with Lynnette. And I thought maybe she should come over and apologize for her actions for what happened yesterday,"

"Oh, no, that ain't really necessary,"

"Can we leave now?" Lunch asked her mother and Steve.

"Yes," Michael agreed.

"No, Lynnette, you better get into that house and get ready to start apologizing to Blakesleigh and her uncle," Steve disagreed.

"No, you ain't have to do that-"

"Lynnette Boxfield-Haines!" Selena hissed, pointing to inside of Michael's house. "Steve said get in that house,"

"And I want to apologize for the way I brought Blake into my world of problems," Lunch apologize, while she stood up. "I just want to move on and change my ways. You know get a job, stop smoking weed, and have a better life. And I hope this apology impresses everyone in this room, even though Steve and my Mommy made me do it,"

"You mean you do mean it, Lynnette?" Steve corrected her, as Blake was pouring a fresh cup of coffee for him. He thanked the dark haired teen, before she sent back to him in the white expensive section sofa in between Michael and Trevor.

Lunch sighed. "I mean I do mean it,"

"Uncle T, who are you looking at?" Blake whispered, as he noticed him staring at someone else in the room.

"Lunch's sexy mother," Trevor whispered. "I like her tits, those are way better than Amanda's, and her body is like…"

"Eww," Blake said disgusted.

"Mr. De Santa, I don't think my daughter and your niece should stop their friendship because of this. Blake is one of the nicest friends that my daughter has ever known," Selena explained. "She just have some bonding issues with Steve and me. She was so close to her real father when she was just a baby, until a car taken his life leaving me alone with two little ones to raise by myself,"

"Trust us, Townley," Steve said. "Lynnette is not a problem, she's an AB but sometimes a regular student like Blakesleigh and she is not much of a problem if she's not doing drugs,"

"Okay, alright, fine," Michael stood up from the sectional sofa. "The girls can still be friends. T, would you mind helping me escorting Steve, his fiance and their daughter to the front door, please,"

"Gladly, pork chop," Trevor escorted them to the front door, as Michael was tailing behind his friend, before both of them close the front doors on them.

He didn't want hear any more sob stories from them since it was early in the morning and he was already depressed still about how his family left him behind for him to take care of Blake.

Blake was right behind her uncles, as a smile was placed on her face.

Michael and Trevor turned around to face the dark haired teen. "So, me and Lunch can still be friends, right?"

"Hell no!" Michael disagreed. "If I ever catch you round that fucked up bitch again. I'm gonna chain you to the bedpost. I ain't playing with you, young lady,"

Wow, I did two updates today, since I was so bored.

Michael forgot that Blake sees Lunch at school, but don't worry they'll still be friends no matter what. This is not the end of Lunch! I have got this idea from a TV show called The Boondocks, and the episode's called Smokin' With Cigarettes.

And also Junes (Jun-nes) is just a made up name for a Walmart. Which I got it from a video game called Persona 4 Golden.

Well for now, I'm going to be taking a break from this story, but I will still continue it because there are more secrets to be revealed from Michael and Blake. From their past in Ludendorff, before the bank job, before the abuse, and before the deadly bullet Macey Rose taken.