Fake AH Crew Oneshots

How they met

(Author's Note: I am not happy with these next few chapters and had planned to tweak them to my liking, however a long time has passed and I figured they wouldn't do any good just sitting in my drafts, so sorry for any issues you find)

Geoff Ramsey tapped his fingers mindlessly on his leg as he waited for the bus to arrive. His worn out, brown coat shielding him from the rain only to some extent, the heavy droplets mainly seeping through the textured fabric around his shoulders and dripping down his back.

His fingers moved from his leg to fiddle with the green tie that hung around his neck, covered in various dark stains with fabric fraying at the edges. His stomach fluttered with nerves as the hours on the giant town clock moved further away from ten, the time of his job interview. Looking down the flooded street, there was no bus in sight, only the constant stream of cars travelling to and from work. Those lucky bastards.

"You alright love, you keep fidgeting," a lady next to Geoff asked, placing a wrinkled hand on his leg. Her nail polish was chipped and her pearl bracelet was fake, but still she smiled, her missing teeth hidden behind cheap lipstick. Geoff flashed her a half-assed smile of her own before turning away, keeping silent. He yearned to get his book out of the satchel that sat next to him, but he knew the rain would saturate the pages instantly, blurring the words and wasting yet another story.

It wasn't a surprise that the bus was late; the lower class usually got this treatment, particularly on weekdays. Geoff was sick of it, living in this place, or rather bumming on anyone's couch who would take him in. Saving up his delivery money for months just to afford new socks, let alone a new jacket. Meals were far in between and warmth during winter was a myth. This was the lowest of lows.

With his arms crossed, the sleeves on his jacket rode up, revealing the ink covered arms that were covered in scratches and scars. In a hurry, he pulled them back down to hide his tattoos from the crowd of the poor around him. It wasn't that he hated them, it was more like he didn't want to be judged on first impression by a few mistakes he made countless years ago. A new tattoo for every life he's taken.

As much as he tried to put the past behind him, he was always drawn back into the shitty mobs that circulated around the Los Santos slums. Word of his history in the army spread around quickly and how much of a 'ruthless' killer he was. The infamous tattoos being his tell-tale sign. He didn't want this, he never did. Yet all those compensations you're supposed to receive for serving the country quickly proved the be dirty lies, leaving Geoff and countless others unemployed, increasing the homeless population as they faced an unwelcoming job market.

A car drove too close to the curb and a wave of muddy water splashed onto Geoff who used his arms and bag to quickly cover the old woman next to him as best as he could. His jacket was now worse than before, with patches of brown water soaking through the lighter brown that it originally was. However, the lady thanked him profusely and tried to wipe the water off his face with some tissues she carried.

When the bus finally arrived, Geoff helped the lady aboard and followed suit, happy to finally be out of the onslaught of rain that was constantly increasing in intensity.

He was immediately met with a tense, silent environment, everybody just sitting and staring out the window, seeing beyond the bland buildings and lack of trees. With there being no empty seats, he sat down next to a girl with sunken eyes and a massive empty backpack perched on her small lap. Geoff mumbled out an apology about being drenched but she just brushed it off with a quiet voice.

"Doesn't matter," she muttered, barely speaking above a whisper, her glare never leaving the frosted glass. As much as Geoff didn't want to care about this random lady and focus instead on his upcoming job interview he was fortunate enough to get, something about his neighbours defeated slouch and tired tone caught his attention.