Punch Rumble Punk

by Tsuyoshi-chin

The names is just something I don't want change. This is an AU of how I see the teenage versions of Boomer, Brick and Butch. The chapters are random and will be short like my tidbit stories. Rated M just in case. Read the first chapters Caption/Warning (In my mind I never really considered the RRB's related and in this story they aren't, but they're like bros. Annoying and loud.)

4. Brick's Cooking & Other Antics

Me: Yup another chapter I decided to make this old chapter that I deleted in the beginning longer.

Enjoy.

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Brick is basically preening under Boomer's joyfully exclamations of praise as he placed the tray full of very delicious looking food on the living room's coffee table. They also use it as a dinning table. Sure they have to sit on the floor so that they were leveled with the table, but it was better than not having a table at all when they can't really afford a better one.

Ya gotta love middle class poverty.

"Wow, this is really good, Brick!" Boomer says, while downing another bowl of fried rice, breaded shrimp, and diced pork. He knows he doesn't have to act this perky, but it fine as long as the food is good.

"Well not shit Sherlock. I made it myself Boomie." Brick brags with a wholesome grin on his lips.

"That's so cool Brick!" Boomer beams pretending to actually care, he knows that Brick secretly likes it when he praises him. The guy has some serious self-esteem issues that are so obvious that it almost makes the blond sick.

Butch knows this too, but doesn't seem to care. "I guess this makes you our mom now, huh?" Butch says not really acknowledging the foods taste or caring for that matter. He just continues shoveling it all into his mouth. Clearly he doesn't give a damn what he eats as long as it's edible enough to chew. Why would he, but at least it doesn't taste like shit.

"You're a real smart ass, ya know that? And I'm not a fuckin' mom." The redheaded ruff says through gritted teeth. Why can't Butch at least pretend to act excited about cooking? At least Boomer genuinely appreciates his cooking.

The green schemed ruff snorted. "Thanks for realizing something just now captain obvious."

Brick scowls. "Just shut the fuck up and finish eating!"

"Ooooo, Butch is in trouble." Boomer teases as he refills his bowl with more fried-rice and pork.

Butch tries to smack the blond ruff upside the head, but almost gets a fork in the hand. "What the fuck!"

"Keep you damn hands to yourself Butch!" Boomer hissed as he punched the raven in arm.

"Ow! Dammit Boomer. Are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe I am!"

Brick just shakes his head, not even angry anymore due to how stupid his brothers are acting. He sighs and begins to eat as well.

A least they're enjoying his food.

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