Different Flavors (GTA 5 | Wanklin)

Prologue

The mid-evening cool breeze blew on Wade's face as he hummed down the street. Finally, after a long day's work, he could get some ice-cream. He rubbed his bruised cheeks with a wince. Trevor seemed to be on edge ever since the reunion of Michael. So it was easy to set him off.  

Wade sighed. Why did he have to always get hit in the face? Why not Ron? Then again, Trevor's new "best friend" was Ron so... He pursed his lips together mumbling under his breath. 

He complained about where he was in life and what he spent doing during that time. He felt a little... incomplete. Yes, Wade did think about these things. Watching how life seemed to pass him by and him being resorted to a crash test dummy to Trevor. Wade opened the door to the ice-cream shop and smiled. 

Sweet beautiful Neptune. It's gorgeous. So beautiful, he thought. Wade took a few steps towards the counter and a beautiful girl with shoulder-length red hair smiled at him. 

"Hello, Sir. What can I get you?" She asked.

"Hmm," Wade said in the thought. He cupped his chin for a moment and then said, "Can I get a large waffle cone with vanilla ice-cream and lots of sprinkles."

"One moment." She said before disappearing in the back.

Wade leaned on the counter and looked around. The ice-cream shop was empty. No one but him, the girl and the cameras. Who would blame them? At this time a night, it's pretty dangerous. A lot of mischievous things happen at night. From sex, drugs or violence. Either choice could make someone end up dead.

"That'll be 3.48, Sir." The girl said.

Wade paid his due and took the ice-cream cone in his hand in glee. He couldn't remember the last time he had one of these. Maybe 2 months?

"Have a pleasant evening, Sir." The girl said.

"You too!" Wade said, walking out the door into the cool evening. 

The owl whos and the city exterior ambiance engulfed his eardrums. And happily, he lapped on the vanilla ice-cream. Well, he would've if it weren't for voices yelling at each other. Wade turned his eyes to the source of the sounds and saw Franklin and someone he couldn't make out in the distance. It looked as if Franklin ignored the other voice's threats. That's when he saw the other voice launch their self on top of Franklin and pulled out a gun.

"Aw man!" Wade put his ice-cream cone down and placed it near the corner of the street. "Stay ice-cream cone. Stay." 

There Wade booked it towards Franklin and took out his handgun. It was now, or never. Wade huffed and puffed and readied his gun for the final launch. When he went to pull the trigger, he slipped on one of his shoelaces and shot Franklin in the leg. The abductor of Franklin jumped up and took off running.

"I'll get your ass next time Franklin!" The voice said, running away into the night.

Wade pulled himself up slowly. "Ow, that really hurt... Wait!?"

Wade looked around and saw Franklin crutching his leg in pain. In that instant, Wade ran over and Franklin looked up and pulled out his .9mm. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Franklin said, narrowing his eyes.

Wade threw his hands up in surrender saying, "Dude, I'm here to save you not harm you."

"Funny," Franklin said between clenched teeth from the pain. "That's what that guy said before he jumped me. Now tell me who are you before I put a cap in your skull."

"Dude, it's me, Wade." Wade said.

"There's millions of Wade's in this city and all the fucking sudden I'm supposed to know who you are?" Franklin said.

Slowly he got up to his feet and squeezed the gunshot wound. His brown eyes detected fear yet his voice reigned dominance. A silence set between the two of them.

"Well, who the fuck are you?" Franklin yelled, clearly pissed off.

"I'm Wade. I work for Trevor." He said, hoping to reach him.

"Trevor who?" Franklin said, his left hand swaying back and forth.

"Dude, I think you're losing a lot of blood." Wade said, concerned.

"Thanks for stating the obvious." Franklin retorted. 

Wade could tell Franklin was beginning to lose consciousness.  His hand swayed back and forth while he kept tripping over himself. If he didn't help him soon, he could be a goner. 

"Trevor is Michael's friend. But forget about that. I need to get you to the house. You'll die out here." Wade insisted.

"The fuck are you? Superman? I ain't no Lois Lane fucker. I'm fucking... I'm fucking..." Franklin said groggily.

Franklin fell to the ground unceremoniously and blacked out. Just as he thought, too much blood loss. Wade made his way over to the big muscled man, Franklin and put him over his shoulders like a pack of potatoes and carried him back to the house. Before going home, he looked at his ice-cream cone and saw it had melted with bugs crawling all over it. Poor Wade, guess he had to wait a little longer before he could finally eat some ice-cream. Whenever that day would be.