Oh God, She's Like Us.

five- life

  By morning, we were both up and at Michael's place. I sat by the pool, watching the cars pass by. The three were talking behind me.

  I hear my name and I turn slightly, looking back at the group. "We're doing a bank tomorrow." Michael sighs. I nod, walking over and sitting Down. "Anything I need to know?" I tilt my head, my fingers running over Franks legs lightly. I take in the information, then agree. I look over to Franklin worriedly, leaning over to peck his lips.

"I'll be 'aight baby. You just look out for your own self. Got it?" He rubs my back, kissing my temple. I nod slightly, huffing.

As we leave, I held his hand lightly, lacing our fingers together. I hold my free hand out, motioning for the keys. "You wanna drive?" He chuckles and I nod slightly. "Yeah. You drive so much. And you look tired." I grin, snatching the keys and kissing his cheek. As we get in I scoot the seat up a bit, causing him to laugh. "Short stack." He teases. "Okay,okay, you're only a foot taller. No need to brag." I laugh quietly, starting the car. As we drive, I took the back roads.

  He held my free hand, rubbing his thumb along my knuckles slowly. I bring his hand to my lips, kissing it lightly. "Your hands are cold, baby. You feeling okay?" I ask, pouting. "Yeah, they've just been in front of the A/C." he grins. "Oh." I giggle, glancing over. "You're so handsome." I coo dreamily, leaning back in my seat. "God damn, I was blessed to have such a fine neighbor." I nod. "I could say the same." he winks, laughing. I look over, smiling shyly, blush coming to my cheeks.

  As we get to his house, I laid next to him, draping my leg over him. I giggle, kissing him gently. "Go to sleep." I whisper, stroking his cheek. I grin, closing my eyes slowly.

In the morning, I yawned, the blinding light pouring through the blinds. I rub my eyes, seeing he was still asleep. I smile, kissing his neck lightly, then down his bare chest. I watch him stir in his sleep, mumbling something. I tug down his boxers, biting on my lip lightly. I lean in, spitting on his tip before pulling it between my lips. I see his eyes snap open, his hand going straight into my hair. I look up, grinning softly before continuing to bob my head.

  His moans filled the room, mixing with small slurping noises. "Ah shit." He grunts, rolling his head back. He pushes my head down further, causing me to gag. After a bit, I felt him twitch in my mouth, his seed shooting down my throat. I swallow, wiping it from my chin and licking it from his tip. "Good morning." I whisper, kissing his cheek sloppily.

  He checks the time, sitting up quickly. "Oh shit! We gotta meet the others soon!" He quickly rushes to his closet. I sigh, quickly making my way to my house to change.

  Once we arrive, Trevor was a little pissed. "Oh sure, sure. just take your own sweet time. Not even fucking consider that you have people waiting!" He snaps, causing me to frown. "I'm sorry. sir." I say, looking down at my feet. I sigh heavily and rub my eyes, listening to the plan. I held Franklin's hand, squeezing it gently. When he returned the squeeze I smile to myself.

 

   It was time.

'There's definitely no turning back now' I think to myself as I watch the two men barge into the bank. I laid on top a building, watching through my scope. After a few minutes, I see cops. "You've got cops surrounding the building!" I say into the mic as I snipe some. My eyes widen as I see Trevor come out in riot gear with a minigun. "Oh Trevor." I giggle. I then take out a chopper, my eyes widening when I see one with a tank. "Tank!" I gasp, steadying my aim. I shoot the pilot, the chopper spinning out of control until they both crashed and exploded. "Fuckin' A!" I hear Michael cheer.

  Once most of the authorities are cleared, they all run to the building I'm at. "You guys go, I'll hold them off a little longer." I nod, Franklin shaking his head. "No!" He glares. I see the opening of the train car and I push him in, Michael and Trevor helping.

  {An hour later}

  I pant heavily, wiping a mixture of sweat and blood from my brow. I think I've killed most people in this area, oh well. I watched train, sliding in as it was time to leave. I set down my empty gun, rubbing my eyes gently. I get out my phone, seeing missed texts from Franklin. I smile to myself, putting my phone away. Once I'm familiar with the dusty area of Sandy Shores, I jump out, wiping myself off.

  As I drag my feet along, forcing my sore legs to carry me to Trevor's trailer, I hear someone call my name. I look over, seeing Michael at the gas station. "The kids inside." he nods, patting my back. "You did great." he hands me a was of cash. I look down at it, my eyes slightly widening. "Gosh." I whisper, counting it quickly. "It's nothing, really. you just wait." he chuckles. I grin, hugging him tightly. "Thank you. I really needed this." I nod slightly.

   I hear the door open and I look over, whistling. Franklin looks up, smiling wide. "God damn girl! You scared the shit outta me!" He scoops me up, kissing me passionately. I kiss back before puling away suddenly, looking up at him. "I did?" I grin, hugging him tightly. "Let's get home, 'aight? You need to wash up." He chuckles, leading me to his car.

  Once we get to my house, I stepped into the hot shower, a sigh of bliss leaving my lips. I jump slightly, feeling arms wrap around my hips. "You did great, baby." Franklin whispers, kissing my shoulders. I smile, leaning my head back. "I'm so tired." I mumble, rolling my head to the side and kissing his cheek. "I know, but I ain't sleeping with a girl covered in blood and dirt." He chuckles. I giggle, nodding.

I lean my head on his chest, his hands running shampoo through my hair. I kept my eyes closed, rubbing his sides gently. Once I was cleaned, I look up, cupping his cheeks. I smile, pressing my forehead to his. "I'm happy you weren't hurt." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nods, keeping me close.

  He soon climbed into my bed, watching as I took some pills. I lay beside him, kissing him sweetly goodnight. His head fell on my chest, his arms around me. "Goodnight, F." I whisper, though he was already snoring.