[A.N. I don't own anything. All the characters are obviously older. The Girls and Boys look like normal human beings in this fic, but, of course, they're not. And that's the reason why we all love them, right? Anyway, on with the story.]

Brick-

It was eleven years ago. She killed me with one kiss. A simple peck on the cheek and, along with my brothers, I exploded. The only thing I remember after that is sitting in darkness. We were dead.

Now, we are seventeen, alive, and hungry for revenge.

I awoke to a horrible smell: Butch's feet were right in my face. We all have our own separate beds, but in the middle of the night he would go take a piss and upon his return he'd always ends up upside down right next to me.

"Argh! Get out, you fag!" I yelled as I pushed him out. He woke up as he hit the ground.

"God, Brick, you're such an asshole!" He screamed back as he rubbed his head. We continued to yell at each other until a very tired looking Boomer appeared.

Let's just say that you don't want to mess with Boomer in the morning.

"WHAT THE HELL, YOU ASSHOLES! SHUT UP!"

We immediately stopped fighting. There was a long awkward silence. It's times like this I question my position as leader. I got out of bed and threw on my usual red shirt.

"Let's go steal some grub, losers."

We went to another convenience store.

It was the usual routine. Boomer in all his "innocence" distracted the female cashier. He flirted a little and asked where a random item could be found. She guided him to an isle and continued to talk to him as they walked back to the counter. In the meantime, I tampered with the security system while Butch snagged anything we needed and made a smooth exist. When we were finished, I gave Boomer the signal. He wrapped things up with a charming smile and a "see you around." We caught up with Butch and headed back to the small abandoned warehouse we've been calling home.

"Hey, do you have a plan yet, bro?" Butch asked as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth. It's truly amazing how much junk food he can eat without getting fat.

"I'm working on it."

We've been keeping a low profile since we were reborn. I want to come up with the perfect plan to exact our revenge against the Girls. Butch obviously disagrees. He would love nothing more than to barge into Pokey Oaks High School and fight them then and there. Boomer, on the other hand…I can see hesitance in his eyes whenever I talk of revenge.

"What do you have so far?" Boomer asked. I grinned and motioned for them to come closer. I decided to let them in on the plan so far.

[A.N. So, I started this fiction two years ago. 2009, actually. Shortly after I published the first two chapters, my laptop crashed! I lost other chapters I had worked on. Which sucks, right? So, I gave up on this story. But now, I'm back. I revised the first two chapters (only a tad bit) and am currently rewriting the third. I really want to finish this fic! I feel like it has potential. So, more to come!

P.S. I apologize for the short chapter.]