(Los Santos Series #1 || When Ray Mond graduated college, she decided to follow her brother to another city named Los Santos after the divorce of their parents and the death of their mother. And the moment Ray stepped foot in Los Santos, she became...
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Ray
It's been two weeks since Randy and I got into an argument, and since then he has become...different. If he was already caring before, he became more caring now.
Flashback
"Randy!" Freaking out, I yelled his name as soon as he answered my call. "Are you busy right now?" I asked as I looked around.
"Ray! What happened? I'm in a business meeting right now. What's up?" he spoke.
"I need help, Randy! I was robbing a house alone and the cops saw me! Oh god! They are chasing me, Randy!" I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle.
"What?!" he wheezed. "Fuck! Where are you right now? I'll scoop you up," he said and then I heard him running through the other end of the call.
"I don't know! Please help me!" I chided, faking that I needed help. "But you said you're in a meeting, though?" I said.
"Fuck that. I'm picking you up, where are you?" he asked worriedly.
Oh God! I am going to hell.
As I tried to suppress my own laughter, my conscience ate me when I heard the engine of his car. Smiling nervously, I spoke. "I'm just kidding, Randy." I let out a small laugh.
"What?!" he hissed. "Ray! Are you serious?" he groaned in annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Randy," I said, giggling. "I was just kidding. I'm fine." I rested my head on the headrest of my car and smiled. "I got you good, huh?"
"Oh my god!" He sighed in frustration. "Ray! I just dropped an important meeting when you said you needed help!" he said, his voice louder than usual, but he was still careful.
I cucked my head back, smiling still. I would have been scared hearing him yell if I didn't know Randy personally. But I knew him better. "I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?" I asked sweetly. I grimaced hearing my own voice. This is cringe!
He heaved out a sigh in dismay. "I'm not mad. I was just..." he trailed off.
"Worried?" I finished the sentence for him with a smile plastered on my lips. "I'm sorry."
I heard him chuckle from the other line, making me laugh. "Where are you right now? Are you good?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm at the Southside. I just finished a house," I said. "Shit! I gotta go now, Randy." I turned on the engine when I saw someone walking up to me.
"I'm not falling for these tricks again, bruh." I feel like he just rolled his eyes in frustration.
"No. Someone's actually following me," I said as I looked at the dashboard mirror.
"What?! Are you trolling me again?"
"No, no." I lowered my window when the guy knocked on my window. "Yes? Can I help you?" I asked.
