Banana Bus Imagines Fanfiction

Tension (Wildcat x Brooke)

IAMWILDCAT - Oneshot

Wildcat's POV

The bitch was getting on my nerves. I had to accompany her to the mall, Evan's orders, he usually went with her.. but I just happened to walk in his office while she was begging him to go out in town. How the fuck did he deal with this and not go off? The girl was an expensive high-maintenance cunt...

Not really.. but she was just overly happy and had to go into every store while splurging on hauls of clothes, lingerie, jewelry, perfume, shower products, books, shoes, and makeup. She doesn't use half the shit anyway.. The worst part is, I had to carry her bags..

Over-encumbered with fancy shopping bags for hours, I felt tired and at my boiling point. After swiping her credit-card for the last time, Brooke came out of the store with one bag in her hand. 14 minutes to get one item? I sighed eerily.

"A-Are you hungry, Wildcat?" Her voice perked, she seemed to not care that I was carrying her stuff. No doubt, I usually don't care if I'm a dick to her most of the time but this is torture!

"NO, I'm not fucking hungry. Let's go back to the penthouse."

"But I'm hungry.. And my feet hurt." The female persisted. I growled and began to grind my teeth. Brock would kill me if I was to make her cry, which was no doubt on my list of shit to do, but I simply sighed.

"We will put your bags in the car and then we'll drive somewhere to eat." I stated, to which in my surprised Brooke smiled and followed me without questioning.

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I watched her from across the table booth, the restaurant was no doubt a five-star joint that mainly served seafood. The lights were dimmed, the waiters were in uniform, and gentle jazz music played. I couldn't help but study the female in this setting, enjoying her lobster and crab.. She was definitely much more happy being out in town than stuck in that penthouse all day. Much more playful.. even around me. I usually intimidate the girl, on purpose though.

As the co-leader and Vanoss' teammate, I haven't really interacted with her personally. She wasn't the fighter/gun type, she liked sharp objects more so and collected a hefty amount of knives in different various shapes and sizes. Having a single pistol that she actually used, she also enjoyed collecting handguns. Simple weapons. Tasers, Mace, Handguns, and Knives..

Evan never really sent her on a lot of missions, and made rules for her to live by. Of course, Los Santos is dangerous.. Even more dangerous for a female, but he could be a little over protective of the kid at times in discrete mannerisms. Brock was her teammate and usually they clung together, enjoying each other's quiet atmosphere. He was usually the one to ignite conversation, the others hadn't really made it a point to. I felt bad, no wonder she is socially awkward, clumsy, and embarrassed so easily. Of course Brooke had her moments when she stepped out of the frame.. Like purposely disobeying and pissing off Vanoss out of boredom.

It was honestly hilarious and adorable. We finished our food, feeling relaxed. I had decided to pay out of chivalry, which was very, very odd. I was feeling nice.. and her bubbly nature was a breath of fresh air.

"C-Can we go home.. Wildcat?" Brooke asked softly.. I nodded and got up after the receipt came. "Thought you'd never ask, woman." This made her giggle.

She was playful when she wanted to be, all day she had been in this happy mood. I followed her out, as she rambled on about her bestfriend's relationship issues. I opened the passenger side of my blue Mclaren, allowing her to get in before I made my way to the driver side. I just grunted in reply, not really interested but was happy she had been opening up the whole ride.