Butch woke up with a headache, which was normal for him. He opened one eye and saw that the sun was shining, it had to be at least noon, that was also normal for him. He closed the eye again and took in a deep breath, trying to convince himself to get out of bed, or to be more specific to get off of the old couch that he had replaced his bed with after Boomer set it on fire two years earlier as a prank.

After a little bit of a struggle he succeeded in convincing himself that eating was worth getting up. He kept his blanket with him, wrapped over his shoulders as he made his way to the kitchen. Brick was already there, eating something covered in ketchup.

"How long have you been up?" Butch asked, picking up a bowl from the counter and smelling it to see if it was clean enough for his standards, which were fairly low.

Brick shrugged, chewing his food. "A few hours." He responded.

Butch raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Hours?" He asked, looking at the clock. "It's only 12:30." He grabbed a box of cereal and shook what was left of it into the bowl.

"I know what time is is, asshole." Brick replied. "I just got up early. It's not a fucking anomaly."

Butch decided that it was too early for an argument, but made a mental note to bring it up again after he ate and maybe took a nap."

It was only a few minutes later that Boomer walked into the room. His blonde hair stuck straight up on one side of his head from being slept on, and on the same side of his face dried drool loitered from his mouth. More prominent, though, were the sharpied on dicks that covered his forehead and cheeks.

Butch nearly choked on his food when he saw his brother's face. Boomer seemed just as amused looking at Butch, who looked much the same from his point of view.

"Looked in a mirror this morning?" Butch asked, smirking at his blonde brother.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Boomer nodded, then frowned. "But Why would I need to?"

Both boys ran to the half-mirror that leaned against the living room wall and gaped at their reflections. Brick, in the background, started laughing.

"This is why you were up early?" Butch asked, turning to face the elder of the siblings.

"Among other things." Brick smiled. "You should be thanking me, your face looks a shit ton better like that."

Butch bit the inside of his mouth and stomped towards Brick, who immediately lost his grin in favor of a scowl.

"Don't be a little bitch about it." He growled, already bracing himself for a fight.

Butch didn't disappoint. He leapt at his brother with the ferocity of a lion. Brick stepped back, letting his brother fly past him, but grabbed Butch's arm and used it to swing him back around and throw him onto the ground. Butch didn't hesitate for a second before grabbing Brick's leg and pulling it out from under him. Now that they were both on the ground butch rolled over in an attempt to get on top of Brick and pin him down, but Brick rolled with him and ended up on top himself.

He pulled back a fist and landed it on the right side of Butch's face. "I will fucking murder you!" he threatened, using the other hand to land onother blow.

Butch struggled to push Brick off of himself, while at the same time trying to fight back. The two were so focused on fighting that they didn't notice when someone knocked on their door. So it was Boomer that answered it.

"Why the fuck are you assholes so loud?" It was the girl from last night, Buttercup, and she looked pissed. When she looked at Boomer she rolled her eyes. "Aren't you fuckers too old to be drawing dicks on each other?" She asked, but even as she said it a smile tugged the corners of her mouth up.

Behind them Brick and Butch had still not noticed her existence. They continued throwing punches, and yelling insults ar each other. Buttercup pushed past Boomer to get to them. When she got there Butch had finally gotten himself into the dominant position, and had an arm pulled back ready to get revenge for the bruises already forming on his face. Brick had a few himself, but not nearly enough it Butch's opinion.

Buttercup grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "You two need to shut the fuck up!" She commanded. "These walls are thin as shit, and I cant sleep with you two bitching at each other." She looked from one boy to the other. "I don't give a single fucking shit if you two fight, hell Kill each other and it'll be one less ashhole in the world, but do it somewhere else so I can fucking sleep!"

Butch blinked, pulling his arm free. "Look, cunt!" He growled, pointing a finger at her chest. "This is our fucking apartment, and you aren't gonna come in here and tell me what to fucking do!"

Buttercup scowled and grabbed the finger that he pointed at her. She bent it backwards, eliciting a pained noise from Butch. "Don't fucking point at me!" She hissed before releasing it. Then she looked from him to Brick and back again. "Just keep your noise down assholes!"

Brick, who was standing now and licking at his busted lip, raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked.

She blinked, surprised by the sudden change in topic. She pushed Butch, who was still glaring angrily, away from her. "I felt sick." She answered. "So I left early."

Boomer took that moment to put himself into the conversation. "You don't look sick." He pointed out.

"She sure fucking does." Butch argued. "Look at how gross her face is."

Buttercup raised her middle finger in res ponce to him, and did nothing to acknowledge Boomer. She locked eyes with Brick and lowered her hand. "Keep the fucking noise down." her voice was firm, commanding. "Next time I will call the police." She threatened. "I'm sure there's something here you don't want police snooping around for."

Butch rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Like Utonium is keeping it legal over there." He scoffed.

Brick sighed. "Butch shut the fuck up. He's too old to do shit."

Buttercup turned to leave, finished with the unnecessary conversation she could feel coming on. "Just keep the fucking noise down." She said, and slammed the door behind her so none of them had a chance to respond.

The three boys were left, staring at the door.

After a moment, Butch spoke up. "She is so cunty that it almost overpowers her hot." He said. "Almost."

"Yea." Brick agreed. "I'd still fuck her."

"I'd need to put tape over her mouth." Boomer added, laughing.

"Nah. She'd be too bust moaning to say anything bitchy." Butch argued. "She'd probably loud, too, with that fucking voice."

Brick nodded in agreement.

Boomer shrugged. "So is anyone gonna try to get her for the bet?" He asked.

Brick shrugged. "I'd take any of them." he said. "If I could take my pick, and I eventually will, I'd go with the red head. But for the bet I don't really give a shit who I take first."

Butch sucked through his teeth. "I don't know. Angry sex with big mouth could be fun." He said. "But the blonde one is the hottest."

Boomer nodded. "She is." He agreed, throwing himself onto the couch and digging around in a garbage bag beside him for a can of beer. Butch had gotten the bag from a party a week ago. At the time it had been full of beers that he took from a table at the party, and now it was almost empty.

"You think that rich ho in town will have another party soon?" Boomer asked, opening the beer and taking a sip of the foam that spewed at the top.

"Probably." Butch nodded. "She's a slut and it's the best way for her to get a guy drunk enough to put his dick in her."

Boomer laughed. "You say that like you haven't."

Butch shrugged. "I also stole money from her purse when I was done." he pointed out.

Boomer shrugged. "You probably still got like a thousand STDs though." He laughed.

Butch shrugged. "Nah. She's got money enough that she probably goes to the doctor and gets that shit taken care of."

"Butch, you can't. . ." Brick stopped and sighed. "never mind."

Butch went to the mirror and stared at his reflection. He spat in his hand and rubbed it on onw of the sharpie dicks. It did little more than smear the mark. He sucked through his teeth again, feeling the anger that had passed before coming back. "I'm gonna go take a fucking nap." He said, glaring at Brick's reflection in the mirror.

Brick smirked. "Good luck, dick face." He called after him as he left. Butch growled and threw up his middle finger behind him.

Boomer sighed and sunk lower into the couch. "How long will these take to get off?" He asked.

Brick shrugged. "Not my problem, so I don't care."

Boomer sighed. He had expected such an answer. He took a sip of his beer and tried to think of how he could get the sharpie off. He hoped he'd be ablt to do it by that evening so he could go take his shot at winning the bet. He had no doubt that he'd be the one to win. He was much more subtle than both of his brothers. And, in his opinion, better looking too.

(A/N Updates on this will probably be every week, if not every other week. Usually on Friday or Saturday. I don't have much time to write because of classes and stuff. I also don't have really any time -or patience- to edit. I go through and use spell check to correct errors and that's about it. If anyone is absolutely horrified by my mistakes and wants to help out by editing for me, I wouldn't be opposed to that, just shoot me a PM, I always reply.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it!)