Fake AH Crew Oneshots

How They Met #3

(Author's Note: This one makes very little sense...sorry)

Gavin didn't have a terrible childhood. He was a good kid, only setting the occasional dumpster on fire and playing the minimal amount of pranks on his brother as he could. So why was this happening?

He was very aware of the rough bricks scratching up the back of his knuckles as he held his head against the wall. His knee shook underneath his jeans yet he couldn't help the smug smirk that spread across his tanned face. It was a front, of course, inside his heart was faltering and his stomach sunk further and further as his green eyes took in the countless guns aimed at him at the back of the warehouse.

The blinding lights of their flashlights hid their faces yet he didn't flinch, doing everything he had to to remain stoic and strong no matter how much he wished to be anywhere else. The rush of the highway could be heard behind him, so close to civilisation yet so far.

Los Santos was supposed to be his break.

...

The day he told Dan he was leaving England was the day he dropped the 'emotional child' facade he'd held in place for countless years. He knew he was special. He had this ability to mask emotions, to use words to manipulate even the strongest of people to see his point of view and to disappear into the wind as if he was never there.

It was helpful in highschool, when classmates would pick on him for something or other. Emotional torment was such fun. He'd watch them cry as he brought up all their weaknesses, use nothing but his tongue to win fights. When confronted by teachers, he played the victim, widening his eyes, forcing tears. Behind hushed arguments, he built up quite an unwanted reputation.

Golden Boy.

That's what they called him. The kid who could do no wrong in the eyes of adults yet behind the scenes they knew he was a spider. Crafting webs of lies and tales to make someone believe whatever he wanted them to.

Only after leaving school to enter the film industry did he realise how useful this talent of his was. He would smile as he was berated by actors, fake tears at the death of family members he despised. He knew how to act human, and that's all he needed to do to survive.

It wasn't long before Dan, his one remaining friend, a person Gavin trusted enough to not fake himself around, got himself and Gavin involved in the crime mobs of England.

"He's the best at persuasion, he could talk you into giving him millions while dazzling your gang with his smile." Dan promoted, dragging his reluctant friend into a conversation with Jacob, the second-in-command of one of the most influential crime lords in London. Of course if he wasn't convinced, both Gavin and Dan wouldn't live to see the outside of the seedy pub they gathered in for the meeting, that's why, when asked to prove his ability, he threw out everything he had to get the keys off of their stern booth neighbour.

His expression was friendly, innocent. Bright eyes and sweet tone, he approached the middle aged man with false sadness racking through his voice. As if poetry, words flowed out of his mouth, constructing themselves into the tragic backstory of a boy who's down on his luck and just needed a trip to his next job interview. Of course he'll bring the car back, good as new. He'd even pay for his next beer. He's already payed for this one. He's trustworthy. He just needs to borrow it for a second. No way, there'll be no problems. Thanks for the wishes of luck. He'll be back in half an hour.

With the keys for an old Volvo clutched in his firm grip, he let the panicked smile drop in replace for one of quiet confidence as he reapproached Dan who had his arms crossed with a smug smile playing at his lips.

The keys were dropped on the table and quickly snatched up by their interviewer who pocketed them, playing with his scraggly blonde beard the whole while. They were in business.