*Frisk's POV*

Outside was much more enjoyable then G's empty, silent house; even with the loud cars, yelling people, lights, motorbikes, and all the other commotion around.

G seemed to think the same thing, because when we were outside he seemed pretty relaxed and happy.

He didn't pass out, which means that his home was near by.

Pulling out a cigarette, G leaned against the building behind us which turned out to be just a apartment building that seemed to touch the sky, just like every other building around.

Cars sped down the road, as if driving faster would get them to their destination faster.

Except they all ended up at the same stop light, with the same waiting time as everyone else.

It seemed useless to me, for them to speed. 

Supposing I was still reflecting on the time I went too fast and killed a child, I shoved aside my annoyance and walked to G who smoked lightly.

"So?" I asked, folding my arms.

He nodded his head to the side and began walking down the thin sidewalk. 

Taking that as a command, I followed him, knowing that if anyone could get a vehicle for free, it was him.

I could feel the morning air as it filled the streets, meaning that not that many people were up, besides those on the streets who needed to get to work and school. Though the sidewalks were empty, and it felt safe to me for a reason that wouldn't reveal itself.

Still behind G, I looked at our surroundings, my mind filling with wonder at what G's plan of getting a vehicle could be.

A few minutes passed, but they felt like long boring hours to me, and I finally asked, "Where are we going?"

G continued to smoke, his second-stream smoke leaving a slight trail behind him that disappeared into the light of the just rising sun.

"A stripper bar."

Now, there were times when I wanted to beg him to be honest with me.

There were times, I remembered, when I would be tearing my hair out to know the answers to this mystery, this crazy mind.

Then, there were the times when I remembered he had a twisted mind that should never be shared or entered.

That was one of those times, normally when G was brutally honest with me, or when he left me speechless and shocked.

I wasn't speechless then, I was shocked, but I had enough determination and anger to yell, "What?!"

Without looking at him, I knew G was smirking, and I stared at him instead of the smoke that drifted from his cigarette.

Yet I wanted to see his pathetic smirk, and wanted to see his excuse when it came out of is stupid smirk.

So I walked straight up to him with my fist clenched and my face red from what he had said.

Of course, from the anger as well.

"Geez, someones flustered," G rolled his eyes and smirked with amused humor, and I growled.

"What the hell do you mean a stripper bar?!" I said, the words spitting from my mouth as I tried to keep them in a normal volume.

"What else could I mean? A preschool for kids?" He chuckled and and inhaled a puff of smoke, "They sure would learn something about the real world though..."

"Ugh!" I spit, disgusted with him even more then I already was, "How could you even say that so easily?!"

"Listen goodie-goodie," He said, raising an eyebrow at me, still smirking, "If ya want a vehicle, ya go to the stripper bar."

"Um, why?!"

"Cause that's where ya get a vehicle! And we need one don't we?"

Growling more, I felt more anger, but the annoyance was overwhelming and I shouted, "I meant how! How are we supposed to get a vehicle, in a stripper bar?!"

G laughed at my reaction which just made me more furious while we continued walking.

If my life, and probably safety wasn't on the line, I would have turned around and left G as soon as I could.

Yet I remembered each detail of the Peace Plan from G's story, and it filled me with shivers that begged to claw out of me, and did whenever they had the chance.

"I wasn't planning on going inside!" He laughed, still smoking a bit, "Though if you're dancing, then I might consider it." 

G's smirk was my number one distraction.

One of the main things that annoyed me most about him, was the way he got the subject so twisted, the way he kept his secrets and tricks hidden under his mix of words.

That really kicked my goat.

"Excuse me?!" I yelled as G continued walking and smoking, his face still plastered with a casual smirk.

"What? You mad, goodie-to-shoe-slut?"

"Of course I am! Why on earth would you even think I would do anything like that?!"

"Well I mean ya dress and act like one... so ya know, just thought it suited you."

When I looked down, I realized my shirt was still ripped like a crop top, and my stomach was showing plainly.

Blush spread to my cheeks from embarrassment, and I wrapped the shawl around my arms, making sure it covered my stomach as well.

With my hands occupied with the ripped blanket around my arms, I had to blow my auburn hair out of my face with a loud huff of breath.

G just chuckled when he looked at me, and I mumbled under my breath with a red cherry face, "I am not, a slut."

"Uh-huh. Could be a stripper though," G said casually as he continued to smoke.

"No I could-!"

Before I could finish my angry statement, G cut me off and stopped walking, throwing his hands in the air with a wide smile, saying, "Ah! Here we are!"

Just around the corner was a series of shops and stores, along with those, was a stripper bar, which was clear to see in the flashing lights and giant leg (which I thought was personally ugly) sticking out.

I gave G a glare and protested with a pout, "Why do you live only a block away from a stripper bar?"

He smirks and looks at me with his cigarette getting stomped into the ground.

"Heh. I didn't choose the place remember? I was only eleven."

"Bet you were still an asshole," I grumbled as he walked over to it.

Of course, I followed, feeling like anywhere Asriel would jump out and catch me right then and there.

At the bar, people walked in sober and came out drunk.

People walked in ugly, and came out with two beautiful woman to join them.

Cringe.

Oh the cringe was all I felt as I saw so many people walking in, not as many coming out.

Then something caught my eye next to the door.

A newspaper lay on its side, flipping in the gentle morning breeze that swayed by.

I snatched it up and G waited by the door, watching as people let the guard check their ID for age.

Probably gender too.

When my eyes scanned the newspaper, the first thing I could see in large bold letters was:

ESCAPED PRISONERS! Extremely dangerous and murderous. Human and monster, both breaking laws that include- thievery, ignoring authority, speeding, murder, and much more.

I almost choked when I saw a pictured of me and G from prison, right there on the paper cover.

I wondered how the bus driver would feel if he saw me in colored ink on the newspaper, labeled a murderer.

Though I didn't need to read anymore to know how awful it was.

"G!" I said, quite loudly, as I rushed over to him, waving the newspaper like a banner for all to see.

It was a very stupid thing for me to do.

Except when I saw G, he was flirting with a girl who had just gotten off her motor cycle.

She had ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a red shirt that to me, seemed to go down too far on the clever.

It seemed just fine to G.

Anger busted inside me, and something sad pinched my heart.

Why did I feel this way when he stroked a bit of her hair from her face?

Why did I feel this way when she placed her hands on his chest and he moved closer?

Why did I feel this way when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her right in front of me?!

... And why did it hurt so bad?

My sudden thoughts drifted away into excuses, that made them seem unimportant.

The newspaper wasn't read by that many people anyway, and no one really cared for the news about monsters.

No one cared for the human news either.

So this paper would just be another draft of a heartless writer without importance.

My body felt shaky and limp, not just because of the bug biting ankle that didn't seem to bite as much anymore.

I felt myself move to the curve, my eyes unblinking with shock and pain.

Why was this upsetting me so much?

I didn't care for him!

I shouldn't care for him!

Was it only because I felt like he was getting distracted when we needed to be finding a vehicle?

Yes, that must be it.

I forced myself to believe that must be it.

And it was.

That was the only reason.

And it stung me inside and out, my eyes stinging with the salty tears that tried to force their way through.

Except when I looked back up, I could see the girl looking dazed from G's kiss, the kiss that I had to imagine for only a second before I screamed in my head, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT THAT?!" And forced myself to ignore it.

She smiled and walked into the bar with some struggle, and I could see G smirk his famous smirk while his hands rested in his pockets.

I wanted to punch him so hard right then, I could almost feel myself hitting the white bone.

Then he walked over to me, and I prayed I didn't have tears streaming down my face.

His smirk grew when he saw me, and he bent down to my level, only moving his upper half as he pulled out a key ring from his pocket, full of keys.

"Guess who got us a ride dollface?"

Overwhelmed with shock, relief, and still the slight sting of anger, I smacked G right there across the face, not giving a crap about what he would do to me after.

"What- OW?!" He yelled, holding his cheek in confusion as I stood up, stomping to the motorcycle which I knew we would be going on.

G continued to shout at me, "What the hell was that for?!"

"For justice!" I shouted back, not looking at him from the red in my face being to bright.

It was what he deserved, so it clarified as justice in my book.

Grumbling, I could hear G walking up to me while rubbing his cheek, the keys jingling from his grasp.

In my grasp, was still the newspaper that I knew I should show G later, perhaps at the library.

Even though I hated G with every fiber of my being,

Something inside me was relieved he didn't find any interest in the girl.

Just the keys to her motorcycle.

*****

A/N: OKAY NO ACTION YET JUST SOME JEALOUS FRISK

But next chapter will be all the action.

AND LE PRINCE WILL-

AND THE BIKE WILL-

AND THEN G WILL-

SO THE CREW WILL-

BECAUSE THEY ARE THE TEAM THAT-

AND SO THAT-

AND YEAH!

I hope you guys liked this chapter!

I've been SO busy this week and I'm terribly sorry!

But I'm still working my hardest!

Staying determined!