GTA 5: TRAPBOY

Tommy stood by the front door, watching his mom grab her coat and purse as she prepared to leave for work. "Don't forget to lock the door behind you!" she called out, glancing over her shoulder. He nodded, though he knew he wouldn't be home for long. Moments later, his little sister scampered past him, her backpack bouncing with every step. "Bye, Tommy!" she chirped, waving enthusiastically before disappearing into the hallway.

Once the house was quiet and still, Tommy tossed his empty backpack over his shoulder and stepped outside into the bustling neighborhood. The sun was high, casting warm rays on the pavement as he walked down the street. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. He sighed, realizing it wasn't much to work with. Shoving his hand into his other pocket, he felt the small packs of weed nestled there. He patted the back of his pants, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of his pistol — just a precaution.

After wandering the streets for about two hours, Tommy's eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. A woman approached, her expression eager. "Tommy!" she called out, her voice cutting through the ambient noise of the neighborhood.

"What's up?" he replied, giving her a quick nod.

"Gimme 2 grams," she said, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

He nodded in understanding and quickly exchanged the small packets for a crisp hundred-dollar bill. "Thanks," she said with a smirk before disappearing down a side street, leaving him to continue his trek through the hood.

Not long after, a man approached him, his demeanor confident. "Yo, I need 3 grams," he said, eyeing Tommy expectantly.

Tommy weighed his options but decided to sell. "That'll be $150," he replied, handing over the weed and receiving the cash in return. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he pocketed the money.

Time passed, and Tommy managed to sell the last two grams to another guy for another $100. Feeling the weight of his earnings, he decided to check his stash. Counting the bills, he realized he had a total of $370. Excited, he pulled out his flip phone and dialed Big Mike's number.

"Yo, Mike, I need to buy more green," he said when his call connected.

"Got it, kid. One of my guys will be on his way," Big Mike replied, his voice gravelly but reassuring.

After a short wait, a man arrived, looking around suspiciously. Tommy approached him, and without wasting time, he handed over the $370 for the weed. The man pocketed the money, and Tommy stuffed the weed into his backpack before they both went their separate ways.

With a fresh supply, Tommy hit the streets again, his heart racing with anticipation. He hustled, selling the weed he had until nightfall. By the time he returned home, he felt exhilarated. He counted his total earnings, and his eyes widened in disbelief — he had made exactly $950 that day.

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Tommy walked over to the house where Tonya lived, the familiar route a part of his daily routine. He approached the door and opened it without knocking, stepping inside as though he owned the place. The living room was hazy, and he caught sight of Tonya's mother, Emily, sprawled out on the couch, a crack pipe resting in her lap.

"Hey, Ms. Emily," he greeted, trying to keep the tone light despite the scene before him.

Emily groaned, waving him off with a dismissive hand. "Shut up and fuck off. Take my bitch daughter wherever you want, I don't care."

"That's what I was planning," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he made his way down the narrow hallway to Tonya's room.

As he entered, he found Tonya sitting on the edge of her bed, struggling to fasten a bright pink sneaker emblazoned with the logo of "Sneaky Footwear." She looked up and flashed him a flirtatious wink. "Hey, baby..."

"You finally decided to wear the shoes I bought for you?" he smirked, nodding toward her feet.

She scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You wouldn't have bought them for me if I didn't give you head."

"...That ain't true," he insisted, crossing his arms defiantly.

Tonya raised an eyebrow, her expression dripping with skepticism.

".....Okay, it's true," he admitted with a sigh, rolling his eyes.

She smirked triumphantly, slipping on her other shoe with a flourish. "Gotcha."

"Anyway, hurry up! Lucky Plucker closes at 11, and it's already 10:30," he urged, glancing at his watch.

"Damn, nigga, chill! I need to do my makeup!" she replied, exhaling dramatically.

"Why didn't you do it before I arrived? I told you I'd be here around this time," he pointed out, tapping impatiently on his wrist.

She didn't respond, instead sitting in front of her mirror, applying lipstick with practiced ease. When she caught him watching, she licked her lips slowly, giving him a sultry look through the reflection.

He gulped, feeling a rush of heat. "Damn...," he muttered, shaking his head to refocus. "I'm hungry; hurry up."

"Fine," she relented, finishing her lips and standing up. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and tossed it into her small bag before heading out the door with Tommy.

As they walked to Lucky Plucker, the streets bustled with life. They strolled side by side, their conversation flowing easily.

"You think they'll have those spicy wings tonight?" Tommy asked, glancing at her.

"Of course! They're the best part. You should try the loaded fries, too—they're killer!" Tonya replied, her eyes lighting up.

"What about you? What are you getting?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about the chicken sandwich. I've heard it's massive! But I'll probably steal some of yours," she grinned mischievously.

"Haha, no way! You always do that. You'll just have to get your own," he shot back, feigning indignation.

They reached Lucky Plucker. The aroma of fried chicken wafted through the air, making Tommy's stomach rumble. They stepped inside, the warm atmosphere buzzing.

They walked up to the counter, where Tommy scanned the menu. "Alright, I'll get the spicy wings and a large order of loaded fries," he said, glancing over at Tonya.

"I'll take a chicken sandwich and a side of onion rings," she chimed in, her excitement palpable.

Tommy nodded at the cashier, who rang up their order. The total came to $28. He pulled out his wallet and handed over a twenty and a ten, feeling the familiar thrill of spending his hard-earned money.

"Thanks, babe," Tonya said, flashing him a grateful smile that made it all worth it.

Once they received their food, they found a small table in the corner. The food was steaming, and Tommy wasted no time digging in. He took a big bite of the spicy wings, savoring the heat and crunch.

"How is it?" Tonya asked, already eyeing his plate.

"Great. You've gotta try one," he said, offering her a wing.

She took it, taking a small bite and nodding in approval. "Okay, these are good, but wait until you try my sandwich."

They continue chatting and share food until they finish, and leave.