You were sweating, your mother was forcing you to deliver cookies to the new neighbours. You hated speaking to people, your mom knew so too, but even with all the fighting in the world you couldn't possibly get out of it. You sighed and just knocked on the door…only for it to be answered by a tall ginger teen with long hairs and a cap, he gazed down on you, towering you easily, leaning on the door frame.

Brick : what'd you want?

Butch : who the fuck is it at the door?

he just looked in silence, waiting for an answer