Want a break from the same old story of Squee having a girl cousin and falling for the crazy neighbor man in house 777? Well, so was I. A lot of the stories of Squee having a cousin are amazing, but I thought maybe it was time to have a new idea come out. What's that idea you ask?

Well, here's the idea.

Squee's 24 year old party cousin Nick Casil moves in after his parents kick him out for nearly burning down the house after a little puff of the wacky tobacco. And moving in with his stoned out Aunt and cold hearted Uncle seems to be a bigger change than he thought it would be, including the crazy fuck next door that seems to want to kill him.

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Nick couldn't help but be pissed at being kicked out of his parents' house. Right at this point and time, he was sitting in the bed of a grey truck that was supposed to be his after he graduated from 'Dead End High School', anger written on his face. He would have gotten it too if he hadn't dropped out his last year. His blue Mohawk moved slightly in the wind as his glazed over green eyes stared at his black worn out work boots that were placed next to his lone green backpack.

He sighed and dug into his black jacket to pull out his pack of cigarettes, smacking them on the bottom then pulling one out to place in between his thin lips. The November blew around him, making his face burn a little because it was below -2 degrees already. His parents never really cared for his health or his well-being, and seeing as his uncle and aunt treated his little cousin the same way it was easy to tell it ran in the family like a sickness.

He struck his lighter and brought it close to his cigarette and lighting it, and orange hue casting on his face and shinning into his green eyes. He pocketed the lighter as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes and blowing the smoke into the frigid air. Everything seemed to be going wrong slowly for Nick.

"God, you're a fucking asshole. You know that right?" Nick said facing the clouded sky. "Of course you do… There are thousands of starving kids in Africa, you probably hear their prayers and laugh at them."

The truck hit a pot hole, making Nick slam the back of his head onto the glass window behind him with a loud, 'WAM!'. Nick leaned forward and hissed in pain, eyes squeezed shut. The truck came to a fast halt, and once again Nick's head slammed against the window behind him.

"SON OF AN ASSLESS MONKEY'S UNCLE!" Nick shouted, slamming his feet against the bed of the truck. "ARE YOU FUCKIN' KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?"

The squeak of the passenger side window rolling down came to Nick's ears, and he couldn't help but pause in everything he was doing.

The small voice of his mother came from inside the truck, saying in a slur, "Pa says to get out…" Nick sighed, grabbing his bag and staring at the house that he was now going to call home. It was a two story house, the grass tamed to the point it seemed that the father did it just to get away from the people living in the house with him, the gutters in desperate need of cleaning out before winter came and the side walk in front of the house cracking from old age, looking like the wrinkles on an old lady's fat, sagging face.

All in all, it just look like another house in America that most families lived in. He glared at the mirror to see his mother's fat round face with a smile plastered on it.

"Just happy to get me out of your hair, uh fat ass bitch?" He rolled his eyes, leaping out and the leaves crunching underneath the small amount of weight that was added to them. He took another puff of his cigarette and trotted over to the front door of his uncle's house, not caring to say goodbye to his now hated family.

"We love ya honey buns!" Nick cringed at the nickname. The car zoomed off, the leaves kicking up from behind and leaving Nick in the dust. He raised his middle finger at the two that were now but a speck in the distance to him.

"FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID ASS WHORE! I HOPE YOU DIE CHOKING ON A CHICKEN WING YOU FAT ASS BITCH!" Nick huffed and puffed, his cigarette hanging on his bottom lip as his eye twitched in rage. He turned to the front door and paused to see that the door was already open, but no one stood there. A small squeak was heard from near his booted feet, making his green eyes turn to the floor to see a small child with shaggy black hair, a teddy bear in his grasp, and unforgettable bulging eyes staring back up at him.

Nick cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, saying in an all too happy tone, "Eh, hey little buddy… Guess who's favorite and only cousin Nick is movin' in!"

The door slammed shut and the screams of the little boy were heard as thumps of the child running came from behind the front door.

Nick stared at the front door for a moment.

"Uh…Todd?"


I'm not sure about this one guys. But I thought that I would be the one to do something like this. If I get reviews about wanting me to go on with it then I will. It's going to be all humor guys. No love! R&R to support the story! I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS!