Oh God, She's Like Us.

nine- reunion.

   I walked through the sand, my hand in Franklin's as we struggled. Sand is pretty hard to walk through, honestly. Once we reach the De Santa family, I saw Amanda and Tracey in the water already. Jimmy whistles as I step from behind Franklin, Michael slapping the back of his head.

  I laugh quietly, stripping from my cover up. "Remind me to bring you here more often." Franklin smirks, laughing as he snapped open a can of beer. I scoff and smack his chest playfully, giggling as I jog over to Amanda.

  Trevor, of course, shows up late. He had a woman, who looked about half his age, clinging to his arm. I laugh quietly, shaking my head. "Uncle Trevor is such a creep." Tracy shakes her head, her voice high and annoying. "Tell me about it." Amanda mutters, shaking her head.

   After a few minutes of being in the ocean, I came back, plopping down on the towel beside Jimmy. I lean back on my hands, wiping some sand from my thighs. I glance over to Jimmy, waving. "So how's school, kid?" I ask, sipping my water. "I'm graduated." He laughs. "Wait really? You look 17." I laugh. "I'm 24." He shakes his head, a bit annoyed. "Oh. Older than me." I nod. "22." I say, then stand up, going to Franklin.

  I peck his lips lightly, sitting on his knee. "Yeah, I understand." He chuckles, completely engaged in a conversation with Michael. I didn't mind. he was with his friends.. or boss.. both? I lean back, munching on some strawberries. I swing my legs slightly, the wind blowing hair into my face.

  It was such a nice day out. the sun was shining, there was a cool breeze, the water was calm. Just.. nice. It was peaceful, knowing no fights or violence was going to happen. No one was going to get hurt. I was suddenly snapped from my train of thought, a pile of wet sand landing on my chest. I gasp quietly, looking up at Jimmy. He smirks and I take off after him, Michael groaning. "Sack of shit." He mutters.

   As I finally caught Jimmy, I splashed sea water in his face while his mouth was open. I giggle, running back over and hiding behind Trevor. "Ha! He's 6'3 and pure muscle! Not getting through this brick wall." I grin, using Trevor as a human shield. Jimmy then backs down, Trevor scoffing. I sit back down, Tracey sitting my me. After hours of talking, I feel someone grab me. "Come on, baby."Franklin mumbles, pulling me up. "Yeah?" I whisper, then gasp. "Wait." I turn back to Amanda, handing her my phone to take a picture of us with.

  I climb into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I grin, kissing him softly as Amanda snaps the photo. I pull away, thanking her. "Damn I look good in that." Frank chuckles, flexing playfully. "Stop." I giggle, holding his arms and kissing him sweetly.

   Once we got home, I let Franklin shower as I cooked dinner. I hear a knock at the door and I jog over, opening it to see Devin Weston. "Oh. Hello." I say softly, a bit confused. "Hi. Is Franklin Here?" He raises an eyebrow, stretching his legs. "Yeah, he's in the shower. I-" "great! We'll just come in, then." He and his guards push past me, sitting down. I sigh heavily, walking back to the kitchen.

  Once Franklin walks up, he groans. "Man, what the hell do you want?" He snaps, sitting with him. I continue to cook, but quieting down so I could listen. My jaw drops whence tells Franklin to kill Michael. As he leaves, I look over to Franklin. "You're not really going to kill Michael, right?" I whisper, serving him his plate. "Man, of course not. I ain't like that, dawg. I'm not killing Trevor, either." He huffs, nibbling on his food. "It's a death wish, baby." He sighs, grabbing his phone. "I gotta go talk to Lester. Keep my food warm." He nods, kissing my temple before jogging to his car.

   I sighed, placing his food in the microwave while I ate. These were the days I hated. Eating alone, (except for Chop) worrying about if he's gonna come back, and hoping no one would show up to kidnap me. I go downstairs, taking a quick shower before seeing it was raining outside. I frown, stepping out a little. "Chop! Come on, boy, inside!" I call out. He came bounding over, turned quickly and ran inside. I wrap him in a warn towel quickly, drying him off before he shook everywhere. "Come on, boy. let's watch a movie." I go upstairs, turning on the TV. Chop jumps on the couch, laying his head in my lap. I smile to myself.

  Around 4AM, I was woken up by kisses and a scratchy beard. I open my eyes slowly, yawning. I smile tiredly, holding his hands. "Baby it's late." I whisper, frowning gently. "You must be exhausted." I pull him down, wrapping a blanket around the both of us. "I am. but, shit, I figured out what I was gonna do." He smiles proudly. "And I'll need yo help, babygirl." He pecks my lips, holding my waist. "You gonna be perched on top of a tall building, right? Ain't nobody gon' see yo ass. You a sniper. You pop any bitches who try gettin' in, aight?" It's a lot to take in, but I absorb it all, nodding gently. I kiss his cheek, stroking it gently. "Please don't get hurt, baby. At least, if you do, don't let it be big." I smile, hugging him tightly. He muffles a chuckle, nodding.