AUTHORS NOTES: Stupidly short chapter, but this really sets the scene for the next chapter, because like before, i had written chapter two as chapter one, and decied to write another chapter one, so it made sense. Thanks for reading and please review!

Anything, but Ordinary

Chapter One

Punch

'Come on then you cunt!' yelled Swill, jumping up and down in his excitement. A brick was hurled his way and he narrowly dodged it. 'You gunna use your fucking fists now or 'as mummy not taught you how?' he taunted, as a stick hit his chest. He ran forwards, slamming his fist into Andrey's nose. Blood was splattered across his fist, and as the guy fell, he stamped on his wrist. There was a crack. The GSE were fighting the Blackburn Rover's firm, and even though they were outnumbered 2:1, they were beating the shit out the Rovers. Bov dodged a vicious right-hook from a scrawny kid who seemed merely 19, and kicked his knee. The boy gave a cry of pain, and fell to the floor. Ned was getting pinned to the wall, and he kicked out blindly. Bov hurled himself over there, slamming a fist in the face of the man. Ned gave a small grin of thanks, before darting off after another guy. There was blood everywhere, and Bov's jaw ached horrible. Suddenly, someone came up behind him, and Bov turned. A fist hit out in his eye, the ring cutting open the side of his eye.

'Shit!' he yelled, covered that eye and kicking the man back, in the stomach. Half his vision was now blurred with blood. In a flash, he had uppercutted the man, who stumbled backwards over someone else, hitting the floor hard. Andrey scrambled to his feet, and hurried backwards, trying to get out of there as Pete was hot on his trail.

'Come on guys!' he yelled hoarsely, and the others gave up their last punches before admitting defeat.

'Yes!' cried Swill, watching the hurried, retreating backs of the others. Dave climbed off his knees, coughing as he did so.

'You 'right there, Bruv?' asked Bov. Dave nodded, too winded to talk.

'Some geezer got him in the chest,' said Ike, for him. Dave nodded, shutting his eyes as he steadied his breathing. Bov touched his eye, wincing as it throbbed.

'Come on lads. Let's get cleaned up,' said Pete. Dave straightened up, putting his arm over Swill's shoulders.

'Good fight mate,' he gasped. Swill nodded, looking proud of himself. Dave gave a weak chuckle, as they rounded the corner, and climbed into the van.

'Bagsie, shotgun, turn around, touch the ground, Bagsie driving!' shouted Swill, climbing into the drivers seat before anyone could say anything. Pete laughed, as he climbed in next to him. Once everyone was buckled in, Swill squealed around the corner, narrowly missing a wheelie bin, and sped off down the road.

'What's woolly and has four legs?' Swill asked the nurse, as she cleaned his lip. She raised an eyebrow.

'Go on.'

'A sheep!' he grinned. Pete shook his head, laughing. Swill had been trying to chat up this nurse for the last year, and his attempts were getting lamer and lamer. Bov looked at the butterfly stitches in the mirror, as Swill continued with his jokes.

'What did Batman say to Robin, before Robin got into the car?'

'Go on,' she sighed again, placing the cotton wool aside.

'Robin, get in the car!' The nurse gave a small laugh, and patted his cheek.

'And even after all that, I still won't go out with you.' And with that, she left the room. Swill gave a groan.

'That's not fair! I've not been laid in two months,' he grumbled, sliding off the chair. Bovver rolled his eyes.

'And you think you will with those jokes?' he asked, as he led the way out the room. Dave patted his shoulder.

'Well, there's always the receptionist.' They looked over at her. She had a shock of ginger hair that was styled as if it was the 80's. Her glasses were thick, and she was about 10 stone overweight. Swill cringed.

'I'll keep with my hand, thanks.' Bovver checked his watch. It was 7.00pm. Beer time.

'Let's get to the Abbey. And, no Swill. You're not driving.' Swills face fell.

'Why not?!'

'Cos you almost killed us last time, you cunt,' agreed Ike, as they moved through the car park, towards the white van they rented out for matches. It didn't take long to get to the pub. Ike drove fast, but thankfully safely and they arrived outside, unharmed. Bov jumped out, pushing open the door to the Abbey. It was like a second home to him. It wasn't just the beer that drew him in, but the fact that whenever he dropped in here, the boys who were so close to him, almost family, would always be here too. Bov smiled, as he pushed himself towards the bar. Terry grinned when he saw them making their way over. 'Seven Fosters please,' asked Dave, pulling out a couple of notes.

'I want some crisps too!' piped up Ned.

'And some crisps' added Dave. Terry poured the drinks, and chucked the crisps at Ned. They took their drinks and moved towards their usual table. It was always empty. People knew it was their table. Swill took his corner seat, licking the head from the beer.

'Now, this is just perfect!" he beamed, drinking from the glass. When he pulled the beer away, he had a moustache. Dave rolled his eyes, as he rubbed his jaw.

'It still hurts,' he moaned. 'I'm going to look like shit tomorrow.' Pete smiled, as Bov swallowed his Fosters. Swill placed his empty glass down, and climbed onto his chair.

'I'm forever blowing bubbles!' Bov grinned, climbing onto his chair, and then onto the table.

'Watch my crisps!' scowled Ned. The others joined in the song.

'Pretty bubbles in the air. They fly so high. They reach the sky, and like my dreams, they fade and die! Fortunes always hiding, I've looked everywhere. I'm forever blowing bubbles! Pretty bubbles in the air!' The group gave a loud cheer at the end.

END NOTES: I wonder how many readers are sat there now saying, 'Ooh i'll shag Swill, pick me !' ;) Heh, you know who you are!