After passing out in the cold everyday snowstorm of Ludendorff, North Yankton, Blake managed to get warm all of a sudden when a small moan escape from her mouth and she was slowly rising and falling until she opened her big wide aquamarine colored eyes. Her small hands managed to rubbed her eyes as she realized that she was at her Uncle Mikey's trailer home and was resting against his chest, while they slept.
There was a warm blanket covering them as Blake started to move around and caught Michael's attention.
"Uncle Mikey?" Blake questioned with her sweet and innocent voice, knowing that she was not at home, but safe in her uncle's arms. Somehow, Michael didn't wake up to hearing her voice, until she decided to get off of and off the couch.
In the kitchen, Blake finds two bowls of tomato soup with a bag of goldfish crackers and saltine ones. She managed to get closest bowl off the table, before moving a nearby chair to use the microwave. As she managed to place the bowl into the microwave, Blake heard Michael getting up as he stretches out once getting off the couch.
"Good morning." Blake greeted with her sweet voice while looking at him.
"Hey, peanut…" Michael greeted back, before he removed Blake from the chair and places her on his left hip, turing on the microwave to warm up the tomato soup. "It's too dangerous for you to use the microwave, baby doll."
"Mommy show me how to use it." Blake explained, while looking at him.
"Well…" Michael said, lifting up Blake in the air until she landed her on the table where his family eats. "Mommy should have been more thoughtful about teaching you new things."
Then a small sneeze came out and another which loud, before Blake wiped her nose off with her left arm. "Sounds like Blakie Bear has a cold for being outside." Michael said, before going into a nearby cabinet and pulled out Children's Tylenol. "Why were you out there? I was worried sick about you kiddo, until I saw you breathing and shaking. It's not safe for a little girl like you who has asthma." He said, before pouring in the right amount into a small plastic measuring cup.
"Mommy and Daddy were yelling… and Daddy left."
"Don't worry, kiddo." Michael said, as Blake slowly swallowed the Children's Tylenol. "Daddy's at Uncle Brad's for a while. I'll let him know when it gets light out. It's still 6:27 right now."
"Okay." Blake replied with a smile, before hugging Michael.
After getting new clothes at Suburban, Blake left Cali and drove towards Lester's home. There she was, sitting between her friends… or make that one and a half friend, since Max was still her friend after the whole Merryweather shoot out at the De Santa's house. Lunch on the other hand was looking away from them while being on her iFruit phone, texting away on LifeInvader when she's supposed to stay off the internet, until everything blows over.
"Get off that phone, we're still being targeted." Blake said, with her arms crossed.
Lunch didn't say anything but continue typing on her phone.
"Whatever." Blake said as a hint on annoyance, before looking at Lester. "Lester, why you did call my friends? I'm not talking to Pinky Dinky Doo on my left here." She questioned, after Lunch locked her phone and started gnawing down on her weed pendant metal necklace.
"What did you call me?" Lunch questioned, looking at Blake.
"You heard me." Blake replied.
"Okay, girls you need to stay calm." Lester said, ressuring the two.
"How can we stay calm after what happened to us last night? Lester, you weren't there when me, Daddy, Franklin and others got almost killed by Devin Weston's goons." Blake explained.
"Hey, you forgot about my dead brother who got shot by your so called chocolate man." Lunch said, but also confessed.
"What?" Blake said confused.
"Lunch, you ding dong!" Max hissed. "Franklin could never kill your brother. He knows all of us, and I was there when Lil' Chris got killed by a Merryweather soldier. You own B.B and Mr. DS an apology."
"I don't want to hear from them." Lunch explained, as she disagreed. "I'm just like Uncle T. I'm Lunchables Solomon bitch!"
"I thought you said you were Boxfield? Which one is it?" Blake questioned. "Are you Boxfield or Solomon? Take your choice, Harley Quinn's little sister."
"Why I oughta!" Lunch said with a raging attitude towards Blake as she stood up from her chair slowly, before hearing Lester's door opening and closing.
"Lester, Blake, you in here?" Michael's voice was heard as Blake turn around to face her father once she stood up. She walked towards her father as she hugged him in forgiveness, knowing that she ran away from the hotel when she needed time alone.
"Don't ever do that again, peanut." Michael said, hugging Blake back. "You had me, Amanda and Carter worried about you."
"Amanda cared?" Blake questioned, looking up at him.
"Yeah, she wanted to apologise for the way she's been acting towards you, but she's at the hotel now. We've got important things to do." Michael explained, before walking into Lester's computer den as he noticed Max and Lunch looking at him.
"What's up, Mr. DS?" Max greeted, before looking at Lunch who was back to paying attention on her iFruit phone, until the caramel haired teen yanked onto the closest ponytail as Lunch screamed out in pain, dropping her phone on the floor.
"Maxie J, what? I didn't do anything?!" Lunch exclaimed, rubbing her right ponytail holder and head.
"Say hello." Max said, nodding her head towards Michael.
"Hey." Lunch greeted coldy, before picking up her iFruit phone and went back to whatever she was doing before.
"You see this, Daddy? Her and her fuck up attitude after what happened to Christian and she still blames it on us, no matter what." Blake said coldly, as the pink haired teen was looking away from the De Santa's.
"Don't say anything about my little brother!" Lunch hissed, before the door opening and closed as Franklin and Trevor showed. Blake hugged her boyfriend once she saw him, and Trevor even had his arms out for his niece but Blake stuck her tongue out to him.
Then Lunch stood up from her chair as she hugged Trevor, and Lunch did the same thing to Blake, sticking her tounge out.
"Hey, kiddo." Trevor greeted Lunch as soon as they let go.
"Where's my hello, Uncle T?" Blake questioned.
Trevor was about to greet his niece, until Lunch cut him off. "He's not your uncle anymore, he's mine now!"
"Don't you dare get yourself an ass whooping by me!" Blake hissed, pointing her index finger at the pink haired teen. "He's been my uncle for the longest. You weren't there when I got bitten by a dog and he killed it with a shotgun. And you weren't definitely there when I became his little Shrimp!"
"Well, too bad, I'm allergic to seafood and maybe I'm fucking allergic to you!" Lunch replied, becoming aggravated and now in front of Blake's face as Trevor leave the girls alone.
"Uh… does anyone have refreshments? Lester? I heard you had moonshine." Max said, trying to change the subject.
"Girl, you don't wanna try that shit. It's foul as hell." Franklin said.
Then everyone heard knocking on Lester's door as they looked at Lester's front door monitor to see Carter and Ethan but Lunch and Blake were staring at each other.
"Is this the place?" Ethan questioned, before he looked at the camera and held up the middle finger on both hands. "Hey, I'm on TV, Dad!" He laughed.
"Shut up, boy!" Carter said, before looking at the camera. "Les, you in there? You gonna let old friends in or what?"
"Hold up. Uncle Lester, Pop?" Ethan questioned while looking at his shorter father, before the front locks finally open as he and Carter walked in and the taller son hit his forehead against the door frame. "Ah, damn it!" He said, before going under it while rubbing his forehead.
"Well, I'll be damned… We have Mike, Trevor, Lester, Ladybug…" Carter said, before pointing to Max and Lunch. "Two baby girls…" Next he pointed to Franklin. "Mike's so called son. And my son, Telephone-Polo." And he finally place his hand on Ethan's left shoulder as everyone laughed, except for Blake and Lunch.
"I'm not a telephone pole, Pop." Ethan disagreed. "Maybe, I've got my tallness from my birth mother." He explained.
"Your mother was short like me, and I know damn well, you don't know anything about your mother, cause I don't know who she is either." Carter disagreed.
"I thought Macey was my birth mother." Ethan said.
"Hell no, she wasn't!" Blake shouted in anger as her eyes were still locked to Lunch's.
"Okay… two angry girls…" Ethan said backing away from them. "I'll be over when Uncle Lester is." He said, before walking past everyone and sat down on a table, watching from a distance.
"What's wrong with them?" Franklin questioned.
"They've been like this every since last night and Lynnette is still blaming us and even you, kid." Michael explained.
"What'd I do? Those asshole were shooting up your crib, Mike, and now Lunchables is blaming me, for what?" Franklin questioned, before looking at Lunch and Blake once more. "Baby-"
"Stay outta this, Frankie." Blake said, cutting him off.
"Lunch, kiddo-" Trevor said, trying to get Lunch's attention before he was giving the death stare.
"Ugh! Stay out of this, Uncle T!" She shouted, narrowing her eyes at him, before returning back to Blake's teal blue eyes.
"Don't yell at my Uncle T, like that, Smokey!" Blake hissed.
"Smokey? I ain't no forest fire bear!" Lunch said enraged.
"Smokey from off of Friday, bitch! He was high as hell all the time!" Blake replied, angrily.
"Oh yeah?!" Lunch yelled.
"Yeah!" Blake yelled back.
"And now we've reached peak crazy…" Max said, before standing up as she started motioning the other people to move to one side of the computer den. "Backup. This could get ugly for the both of them."
"I don't care! Keep going back, Blakes. Roast Haines' stepdaughter!" Ethan cheered.
"Well, when you dyed your hair fully blue, you almost look like that Japanese girl who had like ten singing games out in English and Japanese… Hatsune Miku! Yeah, that's her, the one with long blue hair and you even sound like her. You annoying ass blue haired freak!" Lunch explained, trying to roast back and Blake was looking at her arm crossed.
"Oh, so, you wanna burn me up, huh?" Blake questioned. "Okay, let's talk about you and my half brother, Jimmy. You think you're gonna get with him?"
"Girls, enough!" Michael shouted, but they ignore him.
"I don't know what you see in him, but he's an interesting fact about him. His dick so small, he'd peed on his nuts and even on the rim of the toilet seat and also in the saucepan for the maid to clean it up everytime, bitch!" Blake explained, as Franklin, Ethan and Max laughed.
"Oh, so you wanna talk about me and Jim-Jim about that?" Lunch said. "His dick ain't even that small!"
"Why you say that?" Blake questioned.
"Because, before I went to my hotel room. Guess what? Me and Jim-Jim hit that!" Lunch confessed.
"WHAT?!" Everyone shouted loudly in shock.
After when Blake heard that, she immediately swing her right arm back as she punches Lunch in the face and landed in Lester's bed.
"Team De Santa, bitch!" Blake said furious.
As Lunch touch her face, she realize that Blake broke in her nose with one punch while blood was coming out of both nostrils. She slowly stood up, before surprising Blake by grabbing and yanking her black hair as she screamed out in agony. Then Blake did the same thing, yanking and pulling onto Lunch's pink side ponytails, before leading towards Lester's door, and kicked the door open. Blake tossed Lunch outside as she fallen down the steps, and landed next to Michael's Tailgater.
"Hold my fuckin' earrings!" Blake said, before giving her feather earring and rose studded earrings to Ethan.
"With pleasure." Ethan answered, now holding them before Blake leaped outside of Lester's house and body slammed onto Lunch.
"Oh shit!" Trevor shouted.
"Blakey, Lunchables, stop!" Max exclaimed, before covering her mouth and nose with her hands as she watched her two besties now acting like WWE Divas.
Blake had Lunch in a head locked as she had Lunch's body over her leg, before the pink haired teen reversed by biting Blake's arm. As Blake yelped out in pain, she suddenly let go of her before Lunch lunged and grabbing onto the dark haired teen.
"Stop that fighting!" Michael shouted.
Lunch had already thrown a few sucker punches at Blake's ribcage, before Blake moved her head towards the left as the pink haired teen slammed her first into the concrete ground, breaking her fingers. As Lunch cry out in pain, Blake rolled her over before grabbing onto the pink haired teen's shoulders and slamming the back of her head against the concrete ground.
"I'm definitely putting this on YouTube!" Ethan said after pulling out his iFruit phone and recording the girls fighting. "Girls Gone Wild: Sophomore Edition."
"What do you want, Lunch?" Blake questioned as she and Lunch were dodging each other while going around a circle in the middle of the road. "What do you exactly want? You can have Jimmy's stupid ass for all I care. I hope you and him have as many babies as you want, enough to make a gang full of them who has their mother and father's smokin' habits for weed!"
"Oh, what about you and Frankie boy? You and him are going to have some milk chocolate colored babies. Have you noticed that?" Lunch said, trying to dodge Blake as she was on the other side of Franklin's Bravado Buffalo.
"When I get my fucking hands on you! You are going down! Six feet underground!" Blake said, shouting the last part to Lunch before yanking off Trevor's radio antenna.
"That's my fucking radio antenna, Shrimp!" Trevor hissed.
"Well, I need it, and stay off of Channel X!" Blake shouted, not looking at Trevor as her eyes were still narrowing at Lunch while holding onto the radio antenna with her my hand.
"What you planning on doing with that, baby?" Franklin questioned as Lunch's eyes widened.
"Teaching her a lesson not to fuck with a De Santa kid." Blake replied, while trying to catch Lunch who was trying to dodge her. Until Lunch made a mistake, when she made a quick run to her left and Blake grabbed her by the back of her ripped tank top, pulling her back.
Then Blake pushed her down to the ground as Lunch was trying to crawl away, but Blake pulled her back by her two legs and had one leg over her body, before pulling down her green baggy pants to revealing her pink lace underwear with cute Valentine's Day candy hearts on it.
"Ah! Stop! Blake! It fucking hurts! I hate you! I fucking hate you, bitch!" Lunch cried out in pain as Blake started using the radio antenna by swatting Lunch's behind with it, making it red.
"She's beating her ass!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Oh hush, she'll be alright!" Trevor said. "Get her, Lunch! Show her what I thought you!"
"You're not fucking Christian Grey, bitch!" She shouted before doing a reversal on Blake as the dark haired teen fallen off her, until Lunch slowly stood up while pulling up her pants. "That fuckin' hurt!" Lunch said, touching her behind gently as her eyes winched at the stinging pain.
Then Michael walked down towards the fight, before Lunch punches him in face, knocking him out in the process. As the girls stopped fighting, everyone went to Michael as he was trying to touch his cheek.
"Damn, Uncle M, you got knocked the-"
"Ethan David!" Carter said, cutting of his son from saying a cuss word.
"Out!" Ethan finished, while looking and recording Michael's knock out state as the eldest criminal try to lift up his head while looking around.
Then Lunch had the opportunity to start a fight back up again as she went to Trevor's Bodhi and grabbed a tire iron from the seats, before Blake did the same thing by opening the truck of Michael's Tailgater, and pulled out a 2013 Easton baseball bat.
"Go ahead and make your move." Blake said, telling Lunch to make the first heavy hit on her.
"I'll fuckin' will!" Lunch shouted, before she ran towards Blake with the tire iron in her hands… until she was surprised when Blake pulled out at taser gun, aimed and pulled the trigger back at Lunch. Lunch was mumbling words as she was being shocked to death by the taser gun, before she fallen down on her back, dropping the tire iron.
"I got your ass now." Blake said, walking towards Lunch, before pulling out a Kleenex tissue and throwing it on Lunch's chest as she was able to move her head. "Wipe yourself up. Cause, now you got knocked the fuck out by Michael De Santa's youngest daughter."
Blake heard Michael groaning as he was helped up by Franklin and Carter. "Did Lynnette hit me in the fucking face?" He questioned while looking at Franklin, Carter and then Blake.
"Yeah, but it seems that Blakey took care of her." Max answered, motioning him towards Lunch who was slowly getting off the ground.
"You alright, baby?" Franklin questioned as Blake walked towards him and the others.
"I'm fine." Blake replied, before looking at Lunch who was helped up by Ethan. "It takes a party and weed junkie to listen to you." She finished, before she turned around to face Lunch as she heard something coming out of her mouth. "What did you say? You want another round?"
"If so, I'm sending this to everyone at Rockford Hills Academy and even on YouTube for my final year as a senior." Ethan explained, before Carter snatched his son's iFruit phone out of his hand. "Hey, old man, that's my phone!"
"You ain't gonna have it back, until this damn heist is over. Understand, Ethan David?!" Carter said, and enraged at the last part.
"Alright that's enough!" Michael shouted, before getting between the girls. "Okay? E-fucking-nough! You girls have been friends for the longest. Just like me, Carter and Trevor. If this continues, you two will be killing yourself over Christian's death." He explained, before looking at Lunch. "You need to apologise to me and my daughter now, for the way you've blame us for your brother's death when it wasn't our faults. It was your fuckin' so called stepfather and his friend Devin Weston who'd done all of this! And if you ever! Ever! Punch me in the fucking face again, Lynnette Boxfield or Lynnette Solomon, I'm gonna make sure your mother brings her fucking belt out on you and not see my 20 year old son when you're 17 fucking years old! Comprende?"
"Woo, Lunch tapped a nerve on Mikey, didn't she?" Trevor said, with a slight laugh.
"I've believe so." Carter agreed.
"And also…" Blake started to say something before walking towards Lunch as she now stood in front of the pink haired teen with the baseball bat in her hands. "You can go back to that hotel and stay there with your mother. She's the only one left in your family and she needs you for her time of grief once again." She said, before pushing the bat towards her as Lunch had it in her hands. "We're not friends anymore and you're not part of this heist."
Wow! Blake and Lunch had that huge fight and now they are not friends anymore! Is this the end of Blake and Lunch's friendship.
What will happen in the next chapter now?