Disclaimer: I do not own Attack The Block, unless on DVD counts.

Chapter 4: "Easy-Peasy, Lemon-Squeezy"

They'd been in the weed room three whole minutes, three, when the only noises to be heard from outside was those emitting from the aliens. The group's heavy breathing was the only thing louder than the screeching of the aliens.

Apart from these noises (and the occasional noises from outside the block), it was silent.

The group sat in various places amongst the weed plants. The original alien; the first one to be seen/found/killed, sat in one of the larger plants, behind the oldest male in the group, Brewis.

The only movements came from Sam, Jerome, Pest and Talia. Sam, being the nurse she was, was assessing and dressing the wounds on Pest's legs and also along Jerome's side. Talia was clearly trying to slowly morph into Pest's side, judging by the way she flinched into his side.

Talia was usually the strong one in their relationship, everyone knew this, they could tell by simply looking at them. But this event; invasion, had changed everyone involved. Pest was, for once, taking charge of the situation, taking care of his girlfriend.

Then suddenly, the silence was broken; "Wish I'd never chased after dat 'fing." Moses muttered, "Wish we never murked you, wish I never took dat white off Hi-Hatz. Should have just gone home and played FIFA, like Biggz said."

"Anyone got skins?" Of course Pest was looking for another high. His looked around the room, but no-one raised their head, signifying they hadn't any.

Nurse Samantha looked at him with irritation clear on her face, "No."

Talia laughed, for what felt like the first time in twenty years, but kept her eyes shut. "Bare weed and no skins: his worst nightmare." She giggled, kissing his cheek lightly when he nudged her.

Moses, completely ignoring the conversation change, spoke. "We never knew you lived on the block, if we knew…" He trailed off, and a half-awake Jerome piped in, his smile a grim one.

"If you didn't live here, we never would have stepped you."

Sam scoffed, her gaze on the groups ring leader, who sat in his red brimmed hat, "So if I didn't live here? Would you have mugged me?" She looked towards his intently, her eyes filled with confusion and anger, "Is that how it works!" It was a statement, not a question, one that Talia agreed with deep down.

"Boy, you's tetchy. He's tryna apologise to you, man." Pest lifted his head from where is had been resting on Talia's own crown. Moses shook his head, a faint smile on his face from Pest defending him, before he stood to walk away, needing five minutes to himself.

It was Jerome who broke the silence that had begun again, "You're quite fit, you know."

Pest nodded in agreement, making Talia giggle again, her eyes continuing to stay closed due to exhaustion, all evidence of adrenaline seemingly gone from her body. "You got a boyfriend?" Pest asked, dragging his famous woolly hat from his head, revealing medium brown, curly hair. Talia was automatically drawn to the curls, her fingers running through them without a though about it.

The woman's answer was short, "Yeah."

Jerome looked up at the woman, seemingly more awake, "You sure about him? Where is he?" Jerome, with the help of Brewis, who sat next to him, sat up right.

Talia spoke to the woman, and was now even looking at her, interested, "He ain't exactly looking out for you tonight." She stated, still sounding out of place with the others, with her distinct American accent.

Sam looked towards the couple, both of them looking at her with large, questioning eyes, before answering. "He's in Ghana."

"You're going out with an African man?!" Pest all but shouted out the question.

The woman sighed, fiddling with her hands, "Uh, no. He's helping the children. He volunteers for the Red Cross."

Jerome laughed, "Oh! 'Red Cross', is it!" His taunting ending up with him coughing slightly and panting, Brewis patting his back absentmindedly.

Pest nodded, looking at her challengingly, "Why can't he help the children of Britain?"

"Not exotic enough, is it?" Jerome teased.

"Don't get no nice suntan," Pest, unlike Jerome, was 100% serious about this. He scoffed and Talia brought her cold hand to his cheek, calming him down instantly.

Over to the left two metres and you'd find Moses, staring down the dead alien that started all their problems, the thing looking like some jacked up Gollum. He glared at it, his dark eyes portraying nothing but anger and hopelessness. This was his entire fault; Moses berated himself, if I hadn't chased this thing down. Stepping away from the putrid smelling object, he looked down at himself, only to see his jacket lit up like a Christmas tree. He must have muttered something close to the words; 'da fuck', because the group to his right all turned towards him.

"Moses, man, you're jacket!" Jerome exclaimed.

Talia spoke next, "You're jackets gone-"

"-it's gone rave!" Pest finished his girlfriend sentence.

Brewis turned, looking towards the jacket, and then above the boy, "It's glowing in the UV light." He said, nodding, before looking very serious as he had a thought. "Maybe it's some kind of pheromone?"

Talia stood up slowly, "That would make sense, why all 'em other aliens are following him."

Pest looked up at his girlfriend, "What 'da fuck is a pheromone?" Jerome sighed loudly, making Pest kick out his good leg at his friend. "Fuck up."

"It's an eco-hormone." Talia told him, smiling at the fact she was just a little bit smarter than him. It had been a long time since she reminded people of her intelligence, usually relying on her sarcasm in normal social interactions.

Brewis nodded, agreeing with the teenager, "The eco-hormone triggers a social response in members of the same species."

Behind him Talia was nodding along, having learnt about this in her advanced Biology classes (she had to do something while Pest was off with the gang). "Perhaps that one," she pointed to the ugly animals in front of Moses, "is female, and 'da rest is male."

Jerome looked up at them, "Then 'dat stuff is what's attracting 'em to us."

Sam paused, sharing a look with the curly haired boy sitting next to her, "They're smelling us."

While he was nodding, Brewis scrambled to his feet looking at the entire group. "They fell out of the sky, yeah? They could be, like you know, drifting through space, on solar winds."

"Like spores." Talia stated, sitting on the table to the left of Sam. "What ever planet they land on, the males then chase the females, tracking her through the pheromone trail."

"Then they follow, find it, breed et cetera." Brewis shook his hands wildly throughout his explanation, "They're like bees, beetles-"

Talia looked up, "Don't forget moths." Pest looked up at his girlfriend with what looked to be pride in his eyes.

Moses scoffed, "Some fucking funny-looking moth."

Brewis and Talia both let out slight laughs. "Yeah," The eldest male there, agreed, "Whatever it is, you are drenched in it, also it's piquing the interest of a rather hostile alien species."

"Just a bit." Jerome stated, sarcasm lacing every syllable in that, rather small, sentence.

"I'm just saying; if you took those clothes off-"

Brewis was cut off by Talia, "They probably wouldn't even know we're here."

Pest scoffed loudly, his eyes flicking between his girl, and the man, "You fancy him or some'fing?" His eyes settled on Talia, "You tryna get him naked?" Jerome snorted in amusement, Pest was normally never jealous.

Rolling his eyes at the kid before him, Brewis spoke; "No, I'm trying to save your life." He paused, remembering something, "And in answer to your earlier question," Brewis fumbled in his plastic bag, tossing Pest some skins, making the boy smile widely.

"Ah, thank fuck!" Pest sighed happily, letting out any sign of frustration in those words. "Bruv, I swear I will never cuss you again." And then Pest raised his fist, holding it out for a fist bump. When Brewis tapped his knuckled against Pest's, he let out a smile.

Talia sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "The block is under attack and all Pest can think about is getting high."

Letting a huge smirk on his face, Pest looked her up and down (as best as he could from his position), "Not the only thing I'm thinking about." His smirk widened, if that was even possible, when he noticed his girlfriends slightly pink cheeks.

"Yo, Brewis," Moses had been in deep thought, going over everything he had just learned about the aliens in his head, thinking it over and over in the short few minutes that transpired. Moses then went on, in yet another deep conversation, about those who were murked/killed since the first alien was killed. "..They all had 'dat scent on them, so if they follow the smell, then-" Moses cut himself off, looking up, "Maybe I can lead 'em."

"Lead them where?"

"Somewhere I can blow them up." Moses spat out, determination now covered his very aura, "I killed that 'fing. I brought them in 'da block." He looked towards the group, "I've got to finish what I started."

Outside the tiniest warriors of the invasion; Probs and Mayhem, stood against one of the high up walls, looking down on the alien that had cornered the afro-wearing boy, Biggz, in one of the dumpsters.

Probs held a water gun that he had aimed directly at the big, black, gorilla-looking alien. The moment was intense but was broken by the tallest of the duo, Mayhem, looking at his friend worriedly.

"What if it jumps at us?"

The shortest sighed, "Then throw the banger."

"What if I miss?"

Probs whispered harshly, "Then we run."

"What if it kills us?!"

The boy grasping the water gun sighed, rolling his eyes and dropped visual contact with the alien to look at his best mate in exasperation. "No one is ever gonna call you 'Mayhem', if you keep actin' like such a pussy." Probs rolled his eyes once more before aiming the gun once more.

Further down, the alien opened its glowing blue jaws, staring (if it had eyes) down the paper bin, preparing to run at it again.

Inside the paper bin, Biggz sat in it with his mobile phone beeping. The teen was frantic, tears clouding his vision, "I'm tellin' the truth! I know I lied to you before, but it's for real this time, I swear!" He jumped, terror etched into every crevice of his pubescent face, as the alien outside screeched in warning.

It was his mum on the other side of the phone call who sighed, "I'm calling you dad. You hear me?"

The screeching outside of the bin was due to Probs squirting the liquid inside the water gun at the alien, all whilst shouting at his friend, "Throw it! Throw it! Throw it!"

Mayhem was having trouble lighting the firework under his best friend's pressure.

"Are you even listening?"

Biggz shouted at him mum, "I gotta go." He paused, before telling her, "Just do as I say and stay indoors, alright? I'll never do anything bad again, promise. I love you, bye." And then he hung up the phone, ignoring his mother's threats. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, opening the lid of the bin slightly, just to be able to see outside of the metal walls that encased him.

The aliens was screeching and doing all kinds of weird movements, seemingly trying to throw something off it.

It was at this moment that Mayhem managed to light the banger, and throw it down to the ground beneath the alien. The alien frantically moved about in jerky movements, trying to get the sudden fire, off of it.

It turns out that strange liquid was gasoline.

Biggz ducked back down into the bin and the two young boys above the area looked at the alien with wide eyes, before taking off.

"Any time, blood, any time!" Mayhem was cheering, celebrating their win as the two descended the worn, metal stairs.

Probs cheered along with him, "We don't fuck about!"

The two made it to the ground where a light was suddenly thrust into their faces, "Armed police! Stay where you are!"

"Fuck."

Biggz sat in silence in the bin, staring at his phone when the bin lid opened again. Two bodied and a water gun (that suspiciously smelt like gasoline) were pushed in.

A lighter was flicked on, revealing all their faces, "Wagwan, Biggz," Mayhem greeted.

"What are you doing?" Biggz asked, completely confused at this moment.

Probs breathed a heavy sigh, "Armed police, fam."

Biggz looked confused, "Swear down?"

"Swear down."

The three people occupying the bin went silent as they heard shouting outside.

"You burnt that 'fing good. Ratings." Biggz congratulated the two kids.

"Easy-peasy."

"Lemon squeezy."

"Probs, and Mayhem, you say?" Biggz asked them, trying to get their names right.

The boys shared a look; they finally earned their names, "Yeah."