"It's puff puff pass now give me it." Tyler Szczyporski, 6'0", big forearms, slim chest with mid length dark blonde hair, nice cheekbones and blue eyes nudged his cousin Frankie Jaskel to give him the Jet.
Frankie was 6'0" 18 as well scrawny with a black buzz cut and brown eyes, he had a long nose and messed up teeth. They both had deep voices and spoke with a slang to everything. "Naw your skipped."
"How am I skipped."
"You told Dixon to cut you some slack when he said 50 caps for this shit." He hit the jet.
Tyler smacked it out of his hand. "Bullshit Francis I hardly ever do this stuff and now you won't even let me do it, you on the other hand inhale and smoke everything you come across."
"Sure alright then guess what?"
"What you irrelevant queer."
"Your skipped again." Frankie picked up the Jet off the ground and took a minute long puff. He collapsed on the ground high out of his mind.
"I'm done with you, I'm going home." Tyler exited the abandoned building they were in.
"Whatever man..." Frankie smiled and stared off into space.
On his way out he ran into 2 thugs with pistols.
"Oh shit!" He threw his hands up.
"Gimme your caps white boy." The first one was 17 6'1" 1/2. He had light black skin, Large Hands and Big feet, Black eyes, and a fade haircut.
The second one looked at the first, this one was 17 too 5'10" and stocky. Jacked and ripped to shreds, he had a gruff attitude and tough facial expression, he strutted with his chest out. He was darker then the other, with large forearms and a buzz cut. He had a black eye and a bandage over his nose, you could tell he was a fighter. He also had blood sweat and tears tattooed on his forearm. "Sheldone this dude don't got nothin' on him."
"Shut your mouth Jordan this 9 mil gon' make him empty his pockets bet."
"Frankie!" Tyler screamed for his cousin.
"Whaaaaaat!" He yelled back annoyed.
"Get out here!"
"Naw."
"Now you lazy fuck."
Frankie walked out dizzy and stumbling everywhere.
"He got his friend, see I told you this was gonna work." Sheldone laughed at Jordan.
"Whatever man." Jordan sighed, you could tell he didn't want to be there.
Frankie face planted in front of Sheldone. "I'm here Tyler WHAT'D YOU WANT!" He stood up and brushed himself off, his eyes were redder then the fires of hades.
"Awww what the fuck this dudes high as hell!" Jordan face palmed. "This is pointless let's leave." He holstered his pistol.
"Whatdyou mean leave! We're the Lulz Gang you can't fuck with us." Frankie threatened them.
"See Jordan this kid practically wants us to bankrupt his ass."
"No Sheldone I'm going back to the crib."
Three shots were fired from a couple feet away. 5 kings walked up. "Who are you locals? Is there something going on we should know about."
"Not these clowns." Sheldone put his hands up.
Jordan and Frankie followed.
"Alright you 4, listen the King don't like punks and street urchins screwing around in his neighborhood, I'll give you one chance to scatter, and if you don't your as good as deathclaw food."
The 2 groups ran opposite directions.
Tyler and Frankie walked in there "House." It was a small room they rented from the garrets next door to the Atomic Wrangler. It was part of a prewar townhouse refurnished with a couch, a terminal, 2 beds and a radio.
Tyler laid on the couch and started reading a magazine, Frankie sat at the terminal and typed away.
"Yo Frankie."
"What?"
"Where's Anthony? He usually comes over around now?"
"Naw."
"Yaw."
"Well like wasn't he tryn join the New California Cock Riders."
Tyler started laughing and fell off the couch. "Yea the NCR."
"Who cares honestly, he shows up when he pleases basically, and crashes on our couch when he gets kicked out his moms."
"You gotta point."
"What are you writing anyway."
"A book."
"About what."
"Stuff."
"Lemme see?"
"Naw."
"Yaw." Tyler leaned over his shoulder and he shut the terminal off.
The door flung open and a White, 16 year old kid walked in. He stood 6" with thick Black Boots on, Skinny and lanky, with Long arms, Long legs and large hands with light Hazel eyes. He had a sharp jawline. His nose was pointy and distinguished. He had mid length dirty blonde hair that swooped down to his left eyebrow.
"DeCresh!" Tyler walked up to him and they bro hugged.
"What are you degenerates doing right now."
"Frankies writing a book and I'm chillin'."
"Would it be cool if me and a couple of my friends crashed here for a bit?"
"Umm... Depends why?"
"They got in a shoot out with the kings and need to lay low for a while."
"Yea I guess they can sleep on the floor or something, we've been having a radroach problem lately though so hopefully they don't mind it."
"Cool I'll be right..."
Frankie cut him off and stood up from his chair, they bro hugged. "Why are you crashing here too?"
"I asked my mom if they could stay at our house and she flipped out and told me to 'get the fuck out before she rips my face off'."
"Your moms fucking crazy dude." Tyler chuckled. "Who are your friends anyway."
"Don't worry you'll think there cool." He reassured them and yelled outside. "Come in guys."
The door open and Sheldone and Jordan walked in.
"Woah! What the fuck!" Tyler threw his hands up.
Jordan and Sheldone gasped. "We just tried to rob these guys!"
"Chill! Chill!" Anthony tried calming everyone down.
Frankie slapped the back of his head. "How can we chill they pulled guns on us!"
"Just calm down, I'm sure they can explain."
Tyler snapped at him. "What they 'Accidentally' threatened to kill us unless we gave them caps?"
"We just tryn eat shits real out here!" Sheldone defended there motives.
Jordan looked at him. "Shut up Shelly, you said hey look white boys lets fuck with them, your words exactly."
"Can we just act like none of that happened and restart." Anthony begged Tyler and Frankie to let them stay.
"I don't know, What about Casey?" Frankie tried coming up with a compromise.
"What about him?"
"Can't they stay there?"
Sheldone interrupted them. "Casey Lawless?"
"Yea."
Jordan flipped out. "ANTHONY WE'RE NOT STAYING WITH YOUR COUSIN HES ANNOYING AS SHIT!"
"He's not that bad." Tyler tried to soften them up.
Sheldone wasn't going for it. "Frankie, Tyler that's your names right?"
They nodded.
"I'll pay y'all 20 caps a day if you let me and Jordan stay here."
"Deal." Without hesitation Frankie shook there hands.
"Frankie why dyou even care if they give us money your just gonna blow it on Dixon's jet anyway."
"Tyler shut the fuck up."
"No I can never ever ever get a puff since your a fucking addict."
"Oh I'm an addict."
"Yea that's why your mom kicked you out as soon as you hit 18."
"Hey Tyler."
"What?"
"THAT'S WHY YOUR DAD KICKED YOU OUT TOO!"
"No shut up he thought because I hung with you that I was doing it."
Sheldone got inbetween there conflict. "Listen... Have y'all even thought that maybe... just maybe... both your parents couldn't afford either of your asses no more. Freeside is broke as fuck, there's only 2 ways to get caps here, sell some sort of drugs, or rob every motherfucker that looks like they got caps on them blind."
They were all silent.
"Exactly now where we sleeping?"
"You and Jordan get the floor, Anthony gets the couch, me and Tyler get the beds."
"You got blankets?" Jordan raised an eyebrow.
"Naw." Tyler shook his head.
"Oh yea we got a radroach infestation too." Frankie added.
"Fucking great... Sheldone does Casey still work for Mick and Ralph?"
"I think."
"You think he could get us some bedrolls or something from them."
"Prolly we gotta pay him a visit then, Yo Ant?"
Anthony was sitting on the couch. "What?"
"Does your cuz still live in outer vegas? Like them houses near the crimson caravan and the gun runners."
"Yea I think."
"Come with us just in Case alright?"
He nodded and stood up stretching and yawning.
The 3 left and Frankie sat back at the terminal.
Tyler turned to him. "What the fuck just happened."
"I don't know I have to process it, I'm still whacked out."
"Alright then I'ma go get us some dinner."
"Ight, yo when your walking down the street try to not harass the Atomic Wrangler Crier, we're already on thin ice with the garrets I don't want them kicking us out cuz' you can't stop staring at that underage pussy."
"Naw, shes around our age right."
"Fuck no shes like Anthony's age."
"Oh shit... I feel like a pedo now."
"Whatever, go get the food."
"Gotchu." He slammed the door.
Frankie turned back to the green and black terminal screen. Out of the corner off his eye he spotted a rad roach. It walked around sniffing things.
"Oh its you again." He turned on his swivel chair to face it. It looked at him and went back to sniffing things.
"You know I should smoosh you right now."
It didn't respond.
He pulled the jet inhaler out of his pocket and took a hit. He started to see colors and shapes everywhere, then he looked at the radroach, which looked
exactly the same.
"What the fuck why aren't you all shapey."
It turned toward him and all of a sudden grew to 20 feet.
"HOLY FUCK! NO! AGHHHHHH!" He started tripping out bad and ran out the door screaming and flailing his arms rapidly leaving the door wide open and the rad roach walked out, still its normal size... minding its own buisness.