(GTA V STORY MODE SPOILERS) (I love Michael sm he's so babyears and YES I KNOW HE "DIED" JUST PRETEND THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN, OK??? AND THE LAST NAME THING IS JUST A THING... SHHHHHH...)

Weeks ago, he thought he had lost it all. His sanity mostly, but also his family. His wife and kids left, spending a few days at a motel because they thought he was dangerous and psychotic after he attacked Fabien, his wife Amanda's yoga instructor and was spiked by his son Jimmy while driving, Jimmy claiming he was under the influence beforehand. So, they left, leaving Michael alone in his big, empty house.

Finally, when Jimmy showed up and got Michael off of his ass, he found Amanda and once again attacked Fabien per her saying he could. Yet, even with that, Amanda wanted a divorce. She didn't like the constant feeling of being in danger because of Michael's past and even current life of crime. So, his daughter Tracey moved in with Amanda's new apartment, spending some days over at Michaels when she felt like it, and Jimmy moved in with Michael, spending his usual days of bed rotting and screaming profanities.

Now, it had been almost a full year since the divorce and Michael bought Amanda a house to live in after his last and final score with Trevor and Franklin, since he didn't want her or his daughter living out of an apartment, now able to fully retire, even if he's not as happy as he wishes.

Michael sat by his pool one afternoon, having had fallen asleep under the sun while listening to music when Jimmy came up, gently shaking him. Once he woke up, he grabbed the mail Jimmy waved in his face, ripping it open and reading it's contents. Jimmy peeked over, trying to read too. It was a 30 year reunion for his graduating class back in 1983. He chuckled, remembering his years as prom king, "the jock", and star quarterback, even with his anger issues and injuries due to said issues. With a sigh, he got up, preparing his brain for the upcoming reunion.

A few days later, Michael walked into the reunion, the school having changed so much in the last 30 years. He walked past the trophy case, seeing his picture from 30 years ago scoring the biggest touchdown the school had ever seen. He chuckled, walking into the room, filled with people drinking, socializing and even some dancing. He recognized a few faces, just matured. He saw some of his old football teammates, a couple being fatter and bearded, others still surprisingly well built. He was recognized quickly, catching up with a few old friends when one of his old linebackers, Ryan spoke up, asking if he had talked to you.

Michael froze. He hadn't thought about you in... Well, years. You were high school sweethearts, the epitome of a stereotypical high school romance between him, the anger issue induced star quarterback, and you, the pretty, bimbo popular girl. After high school, you two broke up after he lost his football scholarship due to his rage incidents, causing multiple breaks in your relationship before finally ending it in 1985 and getting with Amanda in 1991 and staying with her when he found out she was pregnant with Tracey and eventually Jimmy in 1993.

Michael shook his head with a chuckle, sipping the champagne (that wasn't doing anything to him), before telling a short story of what happened. Ryan nodded, saying he hadn't seen anyone who looked like you come in, yet his wife who ran the check in didn't have your name tag. He hummed curiously, shrugging.

"I dunno man, no way she looks that different. I mean, she was the "perfect, blonde, Barbie" in high school. People like that don't really change." Michael says, taking out a cigar from his coat pocket and lighting with a barely usable lighter he bought in 2005, looking around the room before back at his friends who were still making jokes and talking about their lives 30 years later.