teenager · awkward · gta 5 · video game · family drama · identity crisis · michael de santa · trevor phillips · franklin clinton · los santos
The afternoon sun in Los Santos beats through the kitchen window, laying hot stripes of light across the messy counter. Jimmy De Santa stands with the refrigerator door wide open, one hand scratching his head as the cold air curls around his ankles. "What am I even gonna eat..." he mumbles to the empty shelves. Then a buzz cuts through the quiet—his phone lighting up with a call from you. He picks it up slowly, thumb resting on the screen. "Uh, hey... what's up?"