ANDY AND DANNY

"So uh, can I shoot her yet?" A smacking noise resounded through the barn. "Aww come on Ma, I was only kiddin'." Brenda gave her son a look of disgust. "Now Danny, you know she's just pregnant. Don't go shootin' the poor thang!" The farm boy stuck out his tongue childishly and walked off, not before Brenda grabbed Charlotte away from him, that is. "The nerve of that boy, I swear."

The St. John dairy has always been a little... Odd. Well of course, it was your normal dairy, nothing much really. The looks on the family's faces, they were very unnerving to people.

"Hey Dan," Andy waved his brother over. "What is it, Andrew?" He grunted. "We got some pretty interestin' mail!" At the mention of mail, Danny perked up. "Thought no one writed to us anymore?"

"It's wrote, Danny."

"Answer the flippin' question."

"This ain't just no one, Danny. Have you ever heard of William Carver?"

Dark brows furrowed. "William Carver..." He repeated under his breath. "Yeah, I think I've heard of 'em. Your point?" Andy let out a low chuckle. It was one of his many unnerving traits. "This right here," He waved the envelope around. "Is an invite to some fancy ass dinner at his place. You know, those dinners that basically make you... Famous?"

The two brothers grinned and laughed. "Do we tell Ma?"

"Hell no."

OMID AND CHRISTA

"Okay but Christa, let me explain to you a thing." Christa groaned and batted away Omid's hand. "Omid, honey, we aren't going to that stupid dinner." The male teared up and started 'crying' into his sleeve. "You don't... You don't love me!" Their cat meowed in response.

"Remember the last time we went to some dinner? We almost got suckered in to some real estate bullshit."

"But Christa that was legit!"

"Legit my ass."

Omid stared his partner down, a simple staring contest between the two. "Christa, come ooon, it'll be fun! Look, we never go out anymore, I think this would be great for us!" Christa grunted. "Okay, you know what, fine. Don't go. I'm taking Sir Pufflton the 3rd as my date! Stay here and..." He sniffed. "Stay here and be a downer!" He started crying again.

Christa massaged her temples. "Shut up, hon." Should she really go? If she didn't, Omid would just start crying and 'run away'. The last time he did that, he got arrested for trespassing in some abandoned amusement park. "Fine, I'll go. Just stop crying." The man child stopped crying and began giggling like a school girl.

"Meow."

CHUCK/CHARLES

Bang! Metal against metal resounded through the overpass. An old man, possibly in his late 40's, early 50's, glared at the group of teenagers. "Stupid kids smokin' up my home.." The teenagers were playing the drums on a garbage can. "Don't got no rhythm.."

Smoke was in the air in his little home. Chuck was certainly thankful that he hid his stuff all over the place, buried, in garbage cans, etc. But the old man didn't know how to go about the situation, if he showed himself, he would get beaten up, and possibly killed.

He picked at a scab on his hand. "...Huh." Chuck grunted and shuffled away. "Time tah get ol' Betsy." Back to the teenagers, they were discussing a small envelope one of them got. "So the fuck do we do with this? Sell it on eBay?"

"Nah, the parties like, tomorrow. Wouldn't be worth it, get it?"

The others grunted in agreement. "Well fuck. Now what-" Chuck stood away from them and softly trailed his fingers over the shovel. "'Scuse me." The male with the envelope scoffed. "Piss off, old man."

"Seems to me you're in my home."

"Doesn't have your fucking name on it."

"Don't care. Go away."

"Whatcha gonna do, tell us some stupid ass stories and bore us to death?"

"No, but I did call the cops. Piss off." It was a shitty lie, but it might work. "Cops smops." But Chuck had always had a pinch of luck on his side. Sirens blared in the distance, and they were coming close, and fast. "Fuck dude I think he was serious," Chuck grinned. "'Course I was. Now get!"

The teenagers scattered and Chuck laughed. "Well, new record. Fifth time this month I've had to do that." An envelope caught his eye, it was the one the teenager was holding.

"...Yoink."

AN: Welp! That took awhile. And yep, you read it there folks, the St. John's are in the story! My personal tumblr is now Akise (Hell yeah canon URL!) and if you wanna know how it's going, check in on there! See you next chapte. 3