We Still Got It

I do....not want to die

After a few hours of Trevor being out Roxanne looks at Michael and he glanced at her knowing she wanted something. "What?"

"Let me use your phone please." She pleaded knowing if she didn't tell her friend about this she would actually kill her. Trevor walks in and sits between them blocking Michaels answer.

"Here princess." He tossed her his phone and Michael shakes his head leaning back. Trevor was such a pushover for this girl just because he wants to fuck her. Roxanne dials on the phone quickly and listens to it ring.

"Put it on speaker." Trevor said annoyed not wanting to try to hear the call. Roxanne sighs and presses the speaker button and a feminine voice answers which was familiar to Trevor.

"Ari?" Roxanne asked in relief. She expected Ari to just put it to voicemail like she does with all unfamiliar calls.

"Well yeah. Roxanne why are you calling from someone else's phone?" She asked suspiciously and was heard eating a chip.

"Well, I thought it would be fair to tell you that I am going to fake my death and marry Trevor. I didn't want you to worry-"Michael interrupts Roxy angrily.

"Why the fuck would you tell someone!?" Trevor looked at him with a venomous smile.

"Hey, at least she gives a shit about her friend enough to tell her before she fucking mourns a phony death!" Trevor retorted which shut Michael up.

"No. You can fake your death but no marriage." Ari said with finality in every word. Trevor's jaw tightens and he tensed a bit and grabbed the phone.

"Not your call." He hung up mid scream from Ari. Roxanne sighs softly and looks at Michael.

"So how are we going to 'die'," She asked with distaste in her choice of words. Trevor rests his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

"You are actually the only one dead to Society so far. I reported you dead in a car accident." He stated pointing at the t.v which showed the car crash and a woman hanging out of a smashed window dead.

"Makes sense since she is a terrible fucking driver." Trevor said unphased by the fact someone died in her place unlike her. She punched him in the side hard and he winces moving his arm from the back of her and rubbed his side.

"Doesn't Trevor need to be dead too?" She asked shooting him a glare which he returned a smirk.

"Trevor isn't well known in Los Santos so i spread a rumor that a hooker killed him while he was shit faced." Michael smirked a bit proud of his work and Trevor looked annoyed.

"Fitting death." Roxanne replied casually holding back a laugh.

"Fuck you two!" He stormed out angrily and Ron was once again heard shouting after him.

Roxanne soon went to sleep after Michael left. Her slumber was cut short due to a man lying beside her and spooning her without her permission. She tensed and tried to remain calm causing none other than Trevor to chuckle dryly.

"Calm down. I thought i would wake you up nicely so i could tell you to get your pretty ass up and dressed cause we are going to go get breakfast." He danced his fingers along her hips and she sighs and nods.

"Better than eating shitty cereal again." She stood up and pointed out of the bedroom. "Get out so i can get dressed." She was too tired to argue and yell at the man which he noticed and left the room. After getting dressed she walked out to see trevor in a flannel and jeans with dirty work boots and a baseball cap. She raised an eyebrow at the poor attempt to be dressed up. She shrugged and walked past him and outside. He followed silently and cleared his throat. He was anxious about something and she noticed it becoming more confused.