TPD NOTE: Ok, I know a lot of ppl are wondering wtf happened to The Perfect Drug, don't worry its still alive and breathing, its just taking along time to finish the next chapter, but while you wait, heres this random, odd, but rather intriguing piece.

Disclaimer: Trigun and Friday don't belong to me, really rich and famous ppl own those joints.

Warning: A day in the life/ Weird, Different, AU, Weed, Violence, Projects, Yaoi, Proceed at your own risk…I mean it.

Amplified

Part 1- Adrenaline Rush

Lincoln Projects, San Diego California

8:25 am

"Break yourself fool!" Vash yelled as he poked his head through Wolfwood's window. The older of the two was lying in bed trying to sleep when the blonde decided to pay him a wake up call.

"What the hell do you want?" Wolfwood growled pulling the blankets over his head.

"Oh man I just wanted to catch you before you go to work," the blonde said climbing in through the window.

9:00 am

"How the hell did you get fired on your day off?" Vash asked in between laughter.

"They said they caught me stealing baking powder."

"Baking powder?" Vash asked laughing even harder, "Why the hell were you stealing baking powder for?"

"I wasn't!" Wolfwood growled from the bathroom, "They said they got me on tape though…

9:28 am

"Hey isn't that your brother?" Wolfwood asked Vash, watching a white van drive by. Both of them were siting in Wolfwood's front porch under the dim morning sun.

"Yea it is, what the hell is he doing up so early?" Vash asked peering at the passing vehicle.

"What's he doing with that nasty looking van?" Wolfwood asked rolling the sleeves of his blue shirt up, revealing his well-toned biceps, "I thought he just bought a Celica."

"Who…knows," Vash responded, slightly distracted by Wolfwood's bare arms, flexed as he searched for a pack of cigarettes under his chair. "So…um…did you hear that?" Vash asked grabbing the joint behind his ear.

Listening intently, Wolfwood caught the sound of trashcans tipping over in the distance, "It must be Zazie again."

"Yea, that punk already knocked mine over," Vash agreed pulling out a silver lighter. He was about to light up when Wolfwood's hand on his wrist stopped him.

"Yo my mom's still in there."

Vash grumbled under his breath, putting the joint behind his ear again.

"She about to go though…" Wolfwood said noting the look of disappointment in Vash's face.

"Fuck this, let's go to my house."

10:30 am

"How are you ever gonna make the money, if you keep smoking the stash up?" Wolfwood asked as he played with the little iguana in Vash's bedroom.

"You know what?" Vash asked from the bed he was currently sprawled on, "I don't know…" He burst into laughter just thinking about his problems.

Wolfwood simply shook his head as he put the iguana back into the aquarium.

"Shake your head all you want, but I'm a get you high today. It's Friday!"

Wolfwood laughed a little still shaking his head.

11:30 am

Vash chewed his gum thoughtfully as he starred at the array of chips on the shelves.

"Get me some cigarettes!" Wolfwood asked pouncing on him.

"Those things are so bad for you." Vash grumbled ordering a pack from the Asian cashier anyway.

Wolfwood snorted flipping through the pages of a rap magazine, "Your one to talk."

Vash was about to come back with a witty reply when the howls of pain coming from the back of the convenience store caught his attention.

Sprawled on the floor was a man that went by the name of E.G. He was rolling around in dingy clothes that he probably found in a dumpster, howling and twisting in pain as a crowd of spectators circled in, "Ow I must of slipped and fell on my back, my neck and my back!"

"It aint even wet here, foo'!" A feral looking Japanese man said glaring at the one sprawled on the floor.

"It was wet Rai Dai, and just for that I'm a sue you, I'm suing all of you!"

"Get the hell out of here!" Rai Dei exclaimed mopping the bum away.

Wolfwood and Vash watched on laughing, at the idiot on the floor.

"What a dumbass," Wolfwood said paying for their things before walking out of the store. The ringing of bell signaled their exit as they walked out, under the bright Californian sun.

"Yo, for a couple of bucks, I'll hit you with the latest gossip." E.G said sneaking up on the two.

"Now why would I want that?" Vash asked as he turned to face E,G, struggling to open his bag of Fritoz.

"Because it involves your brother." E.G continued bugging them.

"I know what my brother's up too, I don't need you telling me." Vash replied, finally getting his bag open, as he and Wolfwood slid into the car.

Noticing the his chance for easy money was slipping out of his grasp E.G quickly hatched another plan in the infinitely pierced head of his, "Wolfwood, I'll wash your car!"

Wolfwood poked his head out of his lowrider. "For real?"

"Yea real cheap too!"

The dark haired one thought about the offer for a minute before replying, "Aight, come by my house later today, ok?"

"Gotcha, and thanks for the free liquor!" E.G exclaimed before running down the street, already guzzling down his alcohol.

"Free liquor…You bought him that? Vash asked peering at Wolfwood through his red lens covered eyes.

"No…" Taking the receipt out of the brown paper bag Wolfwood scanned the items. "Ah shit! That sucker must have sneaked it past us in the register."

"That guy is whack." Vash muttered through a mouth full of chips.

"Yea, he trippin." Wolfwood agreed putting on his black sunglasses before driving away.

12:24 pm

"Who was it?" Vash asked still munching on chips.

"It was Milly again. Broad was saying her baby sisters best friends cousin saw me at a show last night." Wolfwood said plopping down on a chair next to Vash.

All morning the phone had been ringing like crazy. Wolfwood's mom, Angelina, had told him to pick it up in case it was the cable guy, but thus far it had turned out to be Milly.

Milly was supposedly Wolfwood's girlfriend, but over the years, Wolfwood had lost interest in their relationship, If that's what you could call it. Milly's notorious temper caused them to spend most of their time arguing than ever developing a real romance. Wolfwood was still deep in thought over their relationship when the sound of trashcans falling over caught his and Vash's attention.

"You hear that?" Vash asked getting up.

"Yea," Wolfwood said jumping out of his chair, a look of recognition passing through them, "Let's get the little bastard."

Hoping onto the sidewalk, Wolfwood and Vash found themselves facing a sandy blonde haired kid on a bike. His foot was menacingly set on the trashcan that belonged to the Wolfwood household. With an evil smirked Zazie tipped it over sending the contents flying all over the place.

"Get him!" Vash yelled as he ran full speed after the youngster. They both raced down the street, chasing the youth on the bike.

A block later, however, they both found themselves nearly on the ground gasping for breath.

"Man…we're…never gonna…catch…him." Vash gasped falling on the ground.

1:24pm

"Damn it was Millie again." Wolfwood announced sitting back down next to Vash.

Vash shook his head; "You know what you need to clear your head?"

"No, I don't want any." Wolfwood responded, knowing damn well what Vash was offering.

"Why not?" Noticing that Wolfwood had gone silent and stopped shaking his head, Vash continued, "I know you don't smoke weed, I know this, but it's Friday, you ain't got a job, and you ain't got shit to do."

Wolfwood looked towards the blonde who had the biggest puppy dog look on his face. "Alright… I guess one wont hurt…"

Vash quickly broke into a grin as he got out a clear plastic bag.

2:00 P.M.

"Puff puff give, you're gonna get killed with other people if you mess up the rotation," Vash growled practically yanking the joint from Wolfwood's lips.

Wolfwood just giggled at how the usually passive blonde, had suddenly turned aggressive. They had been smoking for a while now, and all the Vash did was bitch about how Wolfwood was hogging the weed.

Breaking out into a fit of laughter Wolfwood placed his face in his hands, "Man, I can hear my heart beating," he whispered in between laughter.

Vash looked at him exasperated, "That's what your heart's supposed to do."

"No, it's beating too fast, Shhh…listen…you hear it?"

Vash leaned in, craning his ear towards Wolfwood's chest. He tried hard to listen for anything out of the ordinary, but all he heard was the dull beating of his heart pumping blood at a normal pace, "Stop playing, that's what your hearts supposed to do!"

As soon as he said that Wolfwood got up rushing inside the house. Vash glanced at the closed door shaking his head, "I knew I shouldn't of given him any," he muttered to himself.

At the sound of those words Wolfwood magically appeared at the door again, "Did you hear the phone ring?"

Vash just stared at him incredulously, "No man!" He growled annoyed, "Just sit down."

Wolfwood shook his head, dilated eyes darting around the porch. "Naw, I'm hungrier than a mother fuck, you want some food?"

Vash sighed getting up, "Alright."

2:27 P.M

"Damn we don't have any sugar…"

Vash sighed in defeat, "What's wrong with you guys? You never have two things that match, you have milk no cereal, macaroni no cheese, ham no burger…"

Wolfwood burst into laughter still clutching the sugar bowl tightly, "You a funny one," he said between giggles leaning against the fridge.

Vash eyed him suspiciously. Not once in all the years they spent had known each other had Vash seen Wolfwood giggle so much. And it wasn't a low giggle, it was a girly high pitched one. Vash to eye him wearily as Wolfwood approached the table the blonde was perched on, putting the sugar bowl down.

"You're a cute one too," Wolfwood muttered placing himself between Vash's legs, palms on the table, locking the blonde in place.

"Hey, yo, Nick…" Vash began nervously trying to break out of the grip, "You want me to go home and get some sugar?"

"Yes!" Wolfwood nodded, face inches apart from Vash's own. Their lips hovering, almost touching. Vash began to choke as the hands that had been on the table casually slid onto his hips. The face that had been inches apart from his was now placed on his shoulder, as those adept hands slid under his shirt running across his back.

"Nick…" Vash whispered breathlessly biting back a moan.

Wolfwood breathed softy against the pale skin, lips reaching his chin, and just when those lips were about to broach upon Vash's face, a loud knock on the door broke them apart.

Vash practically sprinted to the door, answering it in record time.

"Hey!" Dominique greeted tying her long hair in a ponytail, "Is Wolfwood here?"

TBC