Hi there! I decided to train more my writing with some oneshots for a start because I struggle to finish big projects in general :/
So probably I'll do some as the "Leon and Trevor : Chronicles" haha.
But for now, have the first one I've wrote !
Enjoy :>
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Word count : 1,061
Characters : Leon Krueger, Trevor Philips, Michael De Santa
Genre : Humor, Friendship
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The horse
Sitting on the family couch with a half-full glass of whiskey in hand, Michael was finally enjoying a quiet day for once.
Peace reigned throughout the De Santa mansion. Amanda was currently attending her usual yoga session with a new instructor, while the kids were outside, busy with whatever they normally did when they weren't causing trouble.
For once, everything was fine.
No violence.
No pointless arguments.
No annoying phone calls.
And most importantly...
No Trevor.
A satisfied smile spread across the fifty-year-old's face as he sank deeper into the couch.
Just as the rim of his glass reached his lips, a knock echoed through the house.
Michael jolted in surprise, nearly spilling his drink all over his expensive polo shirt.
Three calm, regular knocks.
— Ah, shit! My new shirt... Who the hell could that be?
He froze for a moment and sighed deeply.
Silence.
Then the knocking started again.
Louder.
More aggressive.
Michael immediately rubbed a hand down his face.
He already knew.
That particular way of knocking could only belong to one person.
— Every damn time I finally get a chance to relax...
And just like that, his peaceful day was over.
Rolling his eyes, he set his glass down on the coffee table and headed for the front door, completely forgetting about the whiskey stain on his shirt.
When he opened it, he found himself staring directly at his oldest friend...
And partner in crime.
Trevor Philips.
Unfortunately, Trevor wasn't alone.
Standing beside him was Leon, his strange new boyfriend, who somehow looked just as tired of the situation as Michael felt.
— Hey, Mikey! Hope I'm not bothering you! Not that I'd care if I was!
Michael leaned against the doorframe and sighed.
— What a surprise... What do you want, Trevor?
— Hello, Michael, Leon chimed in.
— As if one of you wasn't enough...
Trevor immediately frowned and stepped in front of Leon, blocking him from view entirely.
— You don't even know why we're here, you fat fuck! And Leon goes wherever he wants. We're a team. A couple. Nothing's ever gonna separate us, and that definitely includes you, sugartits.
— Considering every time you two show up together something goes horribly wrong, I wasn't exactly hoping to see either of you today.
— That's an unfair generalization, Leon replied, crossing his arms.
Trevor nodded solemnly.
— Statistically speaking... he's right, Mikey.
A smile tugged at the corner of Leon's mouth.
— For once, yes. Though I am usually right.
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose.
He could already feel a migraine coming.
— What happened this time? Did you kidnap another mob boss's wife?
— Nooo, Michael! What kind of man do you think I am, huh?
— Trevor, answer the damn question.
— First of all, stop looking at me like that. It's making me uncomfortable. Really.
Michael groaned.
— I've known you for over twenty years, Trevor. I know exactly how you are.
Silence.
Trevor briefly looked away.
Leon did the same.
Which was never a good sign.
— Alright. Let's try this again. What exactly did you do?
— We bought something, Leon answered, lighting a cigarette.
— HEY! Don't make it sound like you didn't fuckin’ like it too!
Michael felt his stomach tighten.
What had they done now?
Trevor was unpredictable, violent, reckless and completely insane.
Anything was possible.
And Leon had apparently decided to join him in his madness.
At this rate, Michael was never getting rid of either of them.
His hand grew damp against the wooden doorframe as his pulse quickened.
He swallowed hard.
— What... kind of something?
— A horse.
Silence.
Michael slowly turned toward Leon.
— A what?
— A horse.
— Why?
Trevor looked offended.
— Why not, Michael? Every time something good happens to me, you show up with your venomous snake attitude and ruin it.
— Use your brain for two seconds! You live in a crappy trailer in the middle of the desert!
— That's an incredibly close-minded thing to say.
Michael stepped onto the porch.
— Where is it?
Trevor pointed behind him.
Michael followed the direction of his finger.
And froze.
For a moment he genuinely wondered whether he was hallucinating.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
Because there was, in fact, a horse.
A real horse.
Standing in the middle of his rose garden.
Destroying several weeks' worth of landscaping.
Amanda was going to lose her mind.
Michael blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The horse kept eating.
Completely unbothered.
— Oh, you've got to be kidding me!
— In our defense—
— Don't.
— I was just going to say we weren't planning on stopping here.
— Then why are you here?!
— Because your best friend really wanted to show you the horse.
— I'm touched.
— Isn't he beautiful, Mikey, huh ? huh?
Michael slowly turned toward Trevor.
— You drove halfway across the state to show me... a horse?
— Yep.
— A horse that's currently destroying my garden.
— Exactly.
Michael let his head fall back against the wall.
As usual, he couldn't enjoy a single peaceful day.
There was always someone ready to ruin it.
His kids.
His wife.
His best friend.
His best friend's weird boyfriend.
He sighed, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
It seemed to be his destiny.
There was no escaping Trevor Philips.
Not now.
Not ever.
— I knew this day was going too well.
In the distance, the stallion tore another rose apart.
Then another.
Michael closed his eyes and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Now he had to come up with an explanation for Amanda.
And he already knew she wasn't going to listen.
No matter how many times he said:
"It isn't my horse."
He would somehow end up taking the blame.
Again.
Crushing the cigarette beneath his sandal, he sighed one last time.
— I need another drink. You two are exhausting. Now get the hell out of here and take your horse with you.
He walked back inside and slammed the door behind him, muttering to himself.
Outside, Leon smiled.
Trevor did too.
The two exchanged a knowing look.
— That's exactly what I said when we bought him, Leon admitted.
Trevor stared at him in disbelief.
— What?! You wanted to drown yourself in alcohol? That's not cool at all, you fucking traitor. You know what? You and Michael agree way too often, and I don't like it. Not at all.
Meanwhile, Leon had taken hold of the horse's reins and gently scratched the animal's cheek.
— That's not the point.