Cleanin' Up The Hood

Home Coming

Savannah "Vee" Johnson leaned over to pick up her matching black luggage before heading outside.

The cool Los Santos night breeze brushes against her face. It feels wonderful compared to the scalding, hot day from earlier.

Her brown eyes searched the line of cars until they finally find an eager Lamar clenching a green stem of a rose in his stood in front of a black Le'Sabre.

"This motherfucker," she muttered under her breath.

Savannah rolled her eyes and started towards Lamar. He turned his attention toward Savannah and a smile on his impish face.

"DAMN, girl you still fine as fuck, if not finer."Lamar quipped moving in to hug Savannah. She recoiled and pushed away when his hands venture down to the seat of her White True Religion jeans.

"Touch my ass again and I'll lay you out on this concrete like the damn dog you are."Savannah threatened as she opened the back seat door of the Le'Sabre.

She tossed her bags in and then walked over to the passenger side to get in.

"Okay, damn sorry my bad trying to put a smile on your face," Lamar whined as he hopped off the curb. back in the driver side and started the car.

"You are?" He repeated after her. "Damn, you got fancy on a brotha' after you went off to school, huh?"

"Hmph, whatever. It's regular speech," Savannah replied as she lazily glanced out the window as Radio Los Santos boomed through the speakers. Lamar rapped along missing several of the lyrics. It was true. She spoke differently compared to how she used to before she left for Liberty City, but that damn sure didn't mean she wouldn't buss out with her lingo.

Savannah can't help but chuckle a bit as she continued to stare at the scenery deep in thought about what's would await her in her old home in Vinewood.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lamar turned the radio and got serious.

"Real shit shorty, I'm sorry about your Uncle. He fought like a G to the end."

Tears stung her eyes, but they didn't fall.

Don't cry for, shit baby girl. Keep your head up.

Her father always told her that.

Lamar continued "He always said he wanted to be cremated so we're about to head up to Vespucci Beach for the wake. Your pops told me to bring you."

Savannah nodded appreciatively "And how is my Pops?"

Lamar's gaze flickered for a second as if not wanting to answer.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Well?" she inquired impatiently

Lamar sadly shook his head.

"Aye, you just gonna have to see for yaself, Lil mama,".