Butch rolls his eyes at the loud banging from the walls. Jeremy Utonium would bang and yell for them to shut up all day but never would he actually do anything about it.

"He brick." Boomer calls from the other side of the room. "I think the neighbor wants you to change the volume of your music."

Brick smirks at this. "Well, better not be bad neighbors then." He says, reaching forward and turning the radio up louder.

All three boys laugh, listening intently to see if the old man next door will continue his angry pounding on the walls.

Moments later they hear a thumping, but this time it's not from the wall, it's from the door.

"Oooo!" Boomer laughs. "Looks like the old man's finally grown a pair Brick, better go get your gun."

Butch rolls his eyes, smirking as Brick walks back to his bedroom.

"Butch!" Brick yells behind him. "Open the door."

Scowling at the order, and at having to move, Butch pushes himself off the couch, opening the door. What he expects to see is the gray haired, probably drunken, man. slight stubble from lack of shaving, probably half naked. What he sees is a short black haired girl with green eyes wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts.

"Hey ass hole!" The girl has to yell over the still playing music. "When someone bangs on the wall it means TURN THE GOD DAMNED MUSIC DOWN CAUSE IT'S TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING!" Her face scrunches up and turns bright red with anger.

Butch raises an eyebrow. "You're not our neighbor." He says, looking to his brothers, then back to her.

The girl scowls. "I am now shit head!" She pushes past Butch, into the small apartment room, and stomps over to the radio, turning the volume knob all the way down and pulling it off.

She holds it up in front of them before slipping it into the pocket of her shorts. "I'll take this as a souvenir." She raises her middle finger as she leaves. "Have a horrible fucking night." She calls out, slamming the door.

Boomer stares between his brothers. "So is Utonium like a sugar daddy now?" He asks, trying to figure out what a girl who looked around their age would be staying with a drunken old man.

"Nah, he's not rich enough for that. She looked about sixteen." Butch waves his hand around. "She's probably just a cheap trainee hooker."

Brick scowls, bending over to inspect his radio. "Either way that bitch stole my volume knob, and I think we should get it back boys."

both boys nod in agreement, then Butch groans.

"Right now?" He asks, throwing himself onto the dirty, ash covered carpet. "I'm tired man."

Brick rolls his eyes. "Fine, we'll find out about her tomorrow, then we'll go get my knob back."

Boomer chuckles. "Look on the bright side Brick, at least now a girl finally touched your knob."

Butch laughs, giving Boomer a thumbs up from his place on the ground. "Nice man."

Brick scowls, picking up an empty beer can from the floor and throwing it at his blonde brother's head. "Shut the fuck up dick-wad." he glares, warningly. "Go the fuck to sleep, we got a big day tomorrow."

Well, what do you think? It's been a while since I've written anything so I thought I'd get back into it with a sweet street-rat story. Please tell me if you like it, or if you have ideas for new chapters, I'll be sure to consider them and give you credit if I use your idea. Have a good day~