This is my first fic that I have started here on Fanfiction even though I have been a member here for a long time. I have read over a thousand fanfics ranging from any genre, so I'm hoping that maybe I can apply some skills that I have learned from reading into my writing. I hope you guys enjoy my first fic.


Nevaeh Hendrix waited outside the Los Santos International Airport with what seemed to be a divine patience; well, as divine as one's patience can get when travelling for eight hours between two different planes.

The 32-year-old breathed in the hot Los Santos air with a deep sigh. It might have been 4 o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still beating down on her tanned skin.

'It could be worse,' she thought, 'you could be dead in a ditch somewhere in fucking Carcer City.'

Nevaeh's crystal blue eyes searched the road ahead of her looking for her pick-up. "Where the fuck is Glenn? I never should have called him," she muttered.

Glenn Morrison was her younger cousin twice removed off of her grandfather's side, and apparently, unreliable as hell. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to call a taxi, a lime green Dewbauchee Exemplar pulled up to the side of the curb.

"Hey cuz, climb on in!" Glenn shouted from the rolled down window of the vehicle. Nevaeh rolled her eyes and picked up the black duffel bag that was resting besides her right foot.

As she climbed in the passenger seat she said, "Nice to see your taste in style hasn't changed at all…cuz."

And from looking at the car to the driver himself, she knew it really hadn't.

The 28-year-old's hair was in messy gelled up spikes and he wore a red-orange Hawaiian printed shirt with blue skinny jeans. On his left arm he had a Chinese dragon tattoo and on other he had what looked to be Navajo style beads.

Glenn just laughed off her comment, his cocoa brown eyes twinkling in the late afternoon sunlight. "So how was your trip from the double C?"

Nevaeh whipped her head around to glare at him, her long black locks spilling over her shoulders. "Fine," she stated. She turned her head back towards the road ahead of her.

"Where are we headed?"

"Well, we're going back to my place in Vespucci Beach to crash for the night. Tomorrow, we'll go check on my buddy that I was telling you about; he should have everything set up by then."

Nevaeh simply sighed, leaned her head back on the seat, and closed her eyes.

'Welcome to fucking Los Santos,' she thought bitterly.


For some who haven't noticed, the word cuz is just my shortened way of saying cousin.