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"…That is why you don't use fire breath to heat up pizza…" Boomer mutters as he puts out the flames that are treating to dispose of the house entirely. Brick rolls his eyes,
"Like you could do better! You tried to set the oven to 845 degrees!" he yells.
"I can't read very well ok? That 3 really looked like an 8!" he counters. Butch cracks his neck,
"As much as I love fighting…. SHUT UP!" he shouts. Brick sighs,
"Look, we'll have to cook… We have to learn," he says quietly. Butch and Boomer look at him in shock and…fear?
"Brick… NO PLEASE NO!" Butch shouts, jumping to his knees and begging. "I HATE learning! PLEASE!" he begs. Brick rolls his eyes and grabs Butch's shirt collar, shoving him to his feet.
"Look, someone has to cook, someone has to clean, and someone has to… supervise." Brick explains, Boomer stares at him.
"I CALL SUPERVISING!" he yells, Butch glares at him,
"No I'm supervising!" he shouts back.
"No me!"
"No. ME!"
"ME!"
"MEEEEEE!"
"!"
"Don't make me kill you."
"I'd like to see you try."
"ENOUGH!" Brick yells standing between his two brothers, who look ready to kill each other. "I'll supervise, you two obviously need it." Boomer sighs as Butch groans.
"I hate you all…" Butch mutters, "I'll clean," he says. Boomer nods,
"Yeah I'll learn to cook," Brick glares at him, "and read…" Brick smiles,
"Good, now… BUTCH!" he screams, Butch covers his ears,
"What? God, I'm right next to you!" he seethes, Brick shrugs,
"I know. I felt like torturing you," he says smugly. Butch glares at him,
"What do you want?" he asks, crossing his arms.
"While Boomer tries to learn to read and cook, you need to go get cleaning stuff, toilet paper, rags, shampoo and all that shit." Brick answers carelessly, "be back within 3 hours." He says as Butch nods and flies toward the store. Boomer stares at the pasta noodle box intently. Brick looks over his shoulder,
"That's the Italian instructions, the English version is on the front," he mumbles, flipping the box over. Boomer stares at it,
"They look the same to me…" he whispers. Brick thumps his head.
Butch flies toward a small store not far from the high school. He lands casually and walks lazily toward the door and into the store. He looks around, completely confused.
"What the hell do people clean with…?..." he mutters glancing at the signs above the aisles, looking for one that said 'BUTCH YOU NEED THE STUFF IN THIS AISLE' unfortunately they didn't have this sign.
"UGH!" he groans kicking a random object, a bag of flour.
"Need help?" he hears a beautiful high smooth and yet raspy voice ask. He sighs and turns toward the aisles again, ignoring the voice, figuring the girl was talking to someone else. He feels a light tap on his shoulder,
"HEY! I'm talking to you! Do you need help or what?" He hears the voice again, he turns to face her slowly. He sees a girl with hair like a raven's feather and eyes a grassy green. She looks oddly familiar…
"You were talking to me?" he says confused, she nods,
"Yeah, you look lost." She shrugs, "I thought I could help." She says simply, he stares at her completely confused.
"You saw me…'lost' and you want to…'help'?" he asks not fully understanding her intentions. She rolls her eyes,
"Do you want help or not because I got places to be," she says walking back toward her cart. Butch watches her walk for a second, he looks back toward the confusing aisles. Ok, ok… Let pretty girl help me or stay here forever…Wait, did he just call her pretty girl? He shakes his head, the motion jumbling his thoughts and pushing a memory foreword.
'Butch, Boomer, when we're on Earth again, don't talk to anyone for any reason, HEAR ME?' Brick had yelled. Butch grins, anything to piss Brick off.
"Wait!" he calls to the girl gently grabbing her arm to stop her, "I'll take that help." He mutters, ashamed he took help, but he did need it and it would piss Brick off. The girl smirks at him,
"What do you need?" she asks, removing his hand from her arm. He looks around the store, not making eye contact.
"What do you clean with? Where is shampoo and how do you use it? How do you clean? What objects do you clean? What is 'cleaning'? Where is the toilet paper? Where are the towels? What do normal living people need to survive in a healthy and clean environment?" He asks completely serious. The black haired girl doubles over in laughter,
"You're funny!" She praises before calming down and standing straight. "Seriously though, what do you need?" she asks. Butch laughs a little nervously,
"Uh, yeah... Just some…Guy stuff…" He says unsure. The girl raises an eyebrow,
"You asked me to help you find 'guy stuff?'" she asks. He looks around the store again, eyes not meeting hers,
"Yeah, you know, maybe this wasn't the best idea. I can find it by myself," he says walking away slowly. She rolls her eyes walking back to her cart,
"Whatever, thanks for wasting my time!" she calls sarcastically. Butch watches her leave. Once she's gone, he turns back to the aisles in front of him.
"Screw it I'll just grab everything," with that thought in mind, he grabs a cart and shoves everything he can see in it.
By the time Butch is ready to leave the store, he has four carts. All of them filled to the max with items. He walks out of the store, casually, setting off all the alarms. The store workers and cops try to run after him, but Butch quickly sprints and in a flash of green.
He's gone.
Butch arrives home to find Boomer making spaghetti and Brick sitting at the table waiting for the food. Butch rolls in his carts, he glares at Brick.
"I talked to a girl," he states. Brick glares at him,
"Who?" he asks quickly. Butch smirks, knowing Brick is pissed off.
"I don't know, she was hot though. Green eyes, black hair, smoking body, we made out a little." He adds, lying through his teeth. About the making out part anyway. Boomer puts the food on the table,
"Butch, we all know that there is no way some girl made out with you" he says rather harshly, taking a seat next to Brick. Butch stares at him in fake offence, Brick smirks at Boomer and turns back to Butch,
"Well dip shit, you'd you get anyway?" he asks pointing to the four carts. Butch shrugs,
"Shit Brick, I stole four carts of cow shit," he says taking some food for himself. Brick rolls his eyes, looking in the cart,
"You stole Axe?" he asks pulling it out. Butch shrugs,
"I stole everything," he says simply. Boomer rolls his eyes eating some more food. Brick puts the Axe bottle down,
"Be sure to steal some nice clothes and smell nice and all that crap," he says sitting back down. Butch stares at him,
"Why?" he asks, shoving more food down his throat. Brick shrugs,
"I thought we could go clubbing," he says. Boomer looks confused,
"But why?" he asks.
"Why the hell not?"
ok yeah, i haven't updated in forever, yeah this chapter is short, yes I'm REALLY SORRY, and yes, I hope you liked! :P