*the rest of this chapter is being polished*

"'Ay, Ron!" A fist banged on the apartment door, "RON!"

"Man, open th' door," Redd yelled at the barrier, "before he awakes up th' whole block!"

Slowly, the door open slightly revealing a rather large man. His shoulder length, greasy hair was separated to either side of his face, which held a nine-o'clock shadow. He looked slightly scared, as if someone had just threatened his life.

"Did ya brin' it?" He spoke quietly, like someone was behind him. The group of teenagers just smirked at him.

The grey, monkey-like alien hung by Pest's belt on Ron's shower rod. Ron and the fellow the teens had met down stairs were 'examining' it.

"What's it?" The younger of the two questioned.

"Don' know," Ron gaze at the creature, "Maybe, there was a partay at th' zoo an' a monkey fucked a fish?"

Both men looked at each other, before turning back to the creature.

"I saw dem wit' it in the elevator. I though' it was somethin' they won at the Fun Fair."

Silence.

"So ya want to buy a bit of weed?"

"Yeah."

The teens lounged around the living room, passing a joint around. Redd had curled herself into Pest's shoulder, obviously high. Pest received the joint, consuming a massive chief, and pasted it to Redd; who did the same thing. Ron and the other man walked into the hall a adjacent to the room, the unknown man leaned against the wall; trying to look cool.

"Well," Ron announced, "You fellows and lady have discovere' a creature even to unknown to science." He paused. "An' you kicked it's fuckin' 'ead in!"

The teens cheered. Then began suggesting what to do with it.

"Pu' it on th' cover of Th' Sun," Dennis suggested, "Everyone believes dem!"

"Section 9," Redd mumbled, "Anythin' public about a real alien an' we'd get arrested," she finished, dazed.

"Call Simon Cowell!" Pest exclaimed, surprising the blazed Redd, "Alien's Got Talent!"

The teens began to chuckle at his suggestion.

"Jokes, man, jokes." The stranger murmured, although the teens heard him. Staring at him intently as he sat in front of the telley.

"Ya all know Brewis," Ron tried to ease the tension, "Reliable customer, he is."

Brewis waved and extended his fist to Dennis, "Wagwon."

Dennis, whoever, gave him a disturbed look, "Ge' tha' away from meh!"

Moses smiled, getting up to talk to Ron privately.

Redd was leaning more into Pest , who was enjoying it mind you, completely and utterly stoned. The joint was still being passed around; since the boys weren't high. The troubles of being so small and loving weed; you get high too quick. Pest went to pass her the joint, until she shook her head, mumbling softly into his shoulder:

"If I take around hit, Imma throw up."

He passed onto Biggz. Moses, finally, came out of the weed room; smiling. To which Redd took notice and announced. The teens dog piled on their leader before heard loud fireworks. Moses turned to the window. The 'hoodlums' walked to the window.

"Fireworks?" Jerome questioned.

"Nah. Fireworks go up before comin' down," Pest responded, "Dem things are pure comin' down."

The teens watched as fireballs, bigger than fireworks, came crashing to the ground. Pure white and blazing. Crashing into buildings and cars. If anyone else had been watching, they would have thought the fireballs were fireworks, as well. The pure number of how many were coming down, shocked the group.

Ron walked over to the teens, gazing out the window, "Ah, fireworks."

"Nah, man," Dennis corrected him, "It's an alien invasion."

"'Course it is."

They watched as one fireball landed near the Council Estate. Biggz got excited.

"Look," He exclaimed, "That one landed in the park! Close!"

Redd, who had been surprised into sobriety, smirked, "Huntin' Time."

That's all for now! I'm still fixing the rest of it. This chapter will go up to the Bully Van incident. R&R!

-Rae-kawaii