Alois Scarlet Macken Trancy was a crazy bitch. Atleast that's what the whole neighborhood knew. Dragging his favorite metal bat with his initials encrusted in script on the handle "A.T.", he was on his way to Claude's house. Wearing his favorite black booty shorts, a loose green tank top with heavy combat boots, he looked like a motherfucker not to be messed with.

Pushing a cherry lolli to the left side of his mouth, Alois turned the corner or Johnson Blvd. On the third house, he turned in the driveway and strolled up the cobblestone path. Alois paused and spit the lolli out of his mouth and ran a hand through his hair. Placing three knocks on the door Alois patiently waited.

On the outside, he looked calm and unbothered. On the inside, he was ready to beat Claude's ass with his birthday bat. Alois perked up when he heard the locks unlocking.

The door swung open to reveal Claude Faustus, ruffled bed hair, basketball shorts and plain white T-shirt. "Hey." He greeted flatly. Alois cocked his head to the side.

"Don't Hey me motherfucker. You know exactly why the fuck I'm here." Alois held the bat up to Claude's line of view.

"Excuse me?" Claude sighed, leaning on the door frame.

Alois sniffled and jutted out his hip. He looked down at the marble landing before looking up at Claude. "Claude don't play with me right now, I just woke up and saw you with some bitch on facebook." Alois rose the bat and smashed a flower pot. "WHO IS THE BITCH?" He yelled, morning breath and all.

Claude jumped a bit. "She's just a friend." He said as he quietly mourned the flowerpot.

Alois gave him a "Bitch, what?" Look. Words weren't even needed. With strength he didn't even know he could muster at the moment, he pushed past Claude into the house. That was a red flag.

Claude closed the door and followed Alois in, knowing some of his shit was about to be history.

"Gimme your phone!" Alois ordered, holding out his hand.

"Alois you can't have my phone, it's personal." Claude pushed his glasses up, eyes never leaving the bat.

Alois let out a faint chuckle. "Alois you can't have my phone it's personal- MOTHERFUCKER WHAT?" Alois swung the bat into a 50inch LED Flatscreen T.V.

"Alois!" Claude made a grab for the bat, but being smaller and faster, Alois turned tail and ran. He smashed another window while he was at it.
Claude knew he had to catch Alois before he went upstairs, because that's when he'd have to call the police.

And upstairs was right where Alois was going. His light feet skidded across the floor and up two stairs. However, Claude grabbed him from the back and lifted the 120 pound 18 year old up. Alois kicked and writhed.

"You don't wanna tell me who she is! Imma break ya shit until you do!" Alois tightened his hold on the bat and stiffly and blindly swung it, knockin Claude in the leg. Claude dropped Alois and crumbled to the floor. Alois caught his footing and dashed some hard licks on Claude.

"WHO IS THE BITCH!? SHE'S JUST YOUR FRIEND UNTIL YOU START PLAYING IN HER PUSSY!" Alois hit Claude in the knee and then kicked his crotch. Claude was near to tears.

Alois went to hit him in the head, but that's when he heard sirens. With a sour face, he lowered the bat. He nudged Claude's head with his shoe. "Next time I pull up by this bitch you better have my information ready."

And Alois fled. He ran to the back through the kitchen to the backyard and jumped the fence. He landed in a tuck and roll on the sidewalk and took off full speed.

"Oops, I forgot to tell him I want a new phone for my birthday...Oh well~"