"Butchie! Get dressed before you get late for Sabby's party!" Ellen yelled, taking another swig of whiskey.

"But Moooooom, do I really have to go to that stupid party?" he yelled, putting on his child's jumpsuit.

"Of course you do! Her daddy's the vault physician. Just… go for chrissake…" she slurred, slumped on their couch.

"Fine, fine, I will. It ain't fun here anyway," he grumbled. All his mother and father had been doing was fighting and getting piss drunk. Butch never liked it. Especially when his dad hits her mom. He hated it. Butch hated him. He wished the miserable fuck would just go away.

"Oh Butchie, you forgot somethin'," Ellen slurred, standing up and walking towards her son. "Yeah? What is it mom?" Butch yelled, fixing his hair.

Ellen came closer and planted a sloppy, stinky kiss on his son's forehead, her putrid breath invading his nostrils. "I love you son. Have a nice day at Sabby's party," she slurred, smiling. "Agh, gross mom! Fine. I love you too," he said, fixing his hair again and heading out the door.

He met up with Paul and Wally on the way there. "Hey fellas, I'm thinking it's about time we should give our gang a name," Butch said, being the self-proclaimed leader of their little "gang". "Let's discuss it at the nerd's party. Like it's going to be interesting anyway," Wally said, hands swaying as he walked. "Uh, sure Wally, whatever you say," Paul said, hands in his suit pocket. "Hey! I'm the one calling the shots here!" Butch yelled. "Fine, we're almost at nosebleed's party anyway."

The three made their way there, sitting at the same table. It was late February in 2268; it should be winter by now, but unfortunately there is no snow in the Vaults. Butch eyed the cake set near Andy, a Mister Handy Robot. He hasn't eaten yet, considering all the food coupons they received were spent on his parents' booze. Butch's stomach grumbled at the mere sight of it.

The birthday girl comes out, and Butch catches Paul talking to her. He scowled. "What, is she your best friend now? Hey Wally, I think Paul's in love…" he taunts with a teasing smirk on his face. A few moments later, Andy attempts to cut the cake, but ends up destroying it. Butch was about lo lose all hope but he saw Sabine holding a sweetroll from Mrs. Palmer.

Sabine was about to take a bite from the sweetroll when she saw Butch approaching. She already knew what's going to happen. Butch has a habit of stealing the other kids' lunch. One time, he managed to switch his lunch consisting of a greasy and squished peanut butter sandwich and stale apple juice with Amata's lunch. Another time, he beat up poor, sweet Freddie just to steal his club sandwich. Worse, one time he bit a chocolate bar straight out of her hand! For once, she wanted to share her lunch with him so he would leave her and Amata alone, but he was still a greedy jerk even after that. No way she's going to Butch take her sweetroll. Hurriedly, she shoved the sweetroll in her mouth and bit off a large portion of it.

"I'm hungry, and that stupid robot destroyed the cake!" he yelled, his empty stomach making his mood ten times worse. Sabine was dumbfounded. "Mmmm… It sure is good," Sabine said, her mouth still full of food. "You what?!" he exclaimed. Sabine only smiled innocently, her creamy cheeks puffy because of the sweetroll. "Dang, I love those sweetrolls Old Lady Palmer makes," Butch said with a trace of disappointment in his voice. Sabine decided to tease him my chewing slowly and savoring the tasty treat, which of course, only angered him more. "You... little... Just stay out of my way, you got it?"

Sabine almost wanted to laugh, but hearing about Butch's parents' problems, she sort of felt sorry for the poor sod. "Hey Butch," she said, tapping his shoulder. "Yeah? Whaddaya want, butt head?" he angrily said, still upset he wasn't able to eat and push the nerd around. Sabine offers what's left of the sweetroll. "If it makes you feel any better, you can have the rest. I'm full anyways," she said with a little smile as her glasses, which were still too big for her face, slipped all the way down to the tip of her nose. Butch thought she looked ridiculously geeky. But he did want the sweetroll. Examining it, he saw the bite marks on the treat and scowled. "Gah! I don't want your cooties."

Sabine gave him a sour look. "Jerk," she thought to herself. "Oh well, more for me," she said as she took a bite off the scrumptious piece of pastry. The way Sabine savored and chewed the sweetroll made him all the while envious. "Give me that!" he yelled. With one vicious swipe, he bit the sweetroll off Sabine's hand, almost biting her fingers off as well, earning him a disgusted stare. Sabine crossed her arms. "Ugh, and they say girls are hard to get. You boys are confusing…" she said, blushing and wiping his saliva off of her jumpsuit.

"Yeah, right. Thanks, loser. Oh, and happy birthday." Butch finished his sentence with a mocking laugh. Amata stood beside Sabine and checked if she's okay.

"Sabby, are you okay? What's wrong with him? Eating your sweetroll straight out of your hand…" she said, pursing her lips and giving him a deadly glare.

"Don't mind him, Amata. I offered it to him. Besides, his mom probably drank down all their food coupons again," Sabine deadpanned. Amata giggled at her friend's remark. "I gotta leave the party for a while Amata, dad asked me to follow him," Sabine said. "Okay, have fun with your dad!" Amata said as her best friend made her way to Dr. Altier.

Meanwhile, Butch went back to sit with his friends, rubbing his tummy contentedly. "Okay guys, time to decide what will we- why are you punks looking at me like that?" he asked mid-sentence. Paul and Wally were looking at him mockingly and were giggling among themselves. "I thought Paul was in love with dork face. It turns out you're the one who wants her," Wally said, while Paul tried stifling his laughter.

Butch pounded on the table. "I only took her dang sweetroll, you idiot! Not my fault no one can resist the Butchman," he said, crossing his arms. "Butchman?" Paul chuckled. "You gotta problem with that, punk?" Butch said, threatening him with his fist.

"I don't know Butch. By the looks of it, I could tell she has a crush on you, but she thinks you're a jerk," Stanley said, overhearing their conversation and cutting in. He is Vault 101's resident Pip Boy technician. The three young boys looked at each other.

"Eeeeeew."

A/N: Hey guys. First chapter here. I want to apologize for taking the liberty of altering the LW's birthday. I know his/her canon birthday is July 13, but, ehh. Carry on.