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Community service for bad boys
Based on the UK tv show Misfits, the group have to do community service for their crimes
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Chapter One
"For fuck sake man, i understand us misbehaving teens having to pick up other people's shit from the streets as pay back for our so called "crimes", but why the fuck do we have to wear orange boiler suits? It riding up my legs man."
"Shut up and let me get on with my job, Brendon is it? The sooner i take the register, the sooner you can all fuck off and paint benches. Right, George Ross?"
A loud, not so pleasant yell comes from the right of the probation worker.
"Here, but call me Ryan, i'm not a posh cunt, orite?"
"Don't speak to me like that you asbo scum!"
"Who the fuck you calling asbo scum! Your'e the one with a shitty job, so you fuc-"
"Fine! whatever i don't care, i only have to look after you babies for a week and then your'e someone elses problem. Okay, um, Spencer Smith?"
Spencer nods his head anxiously, he was a quiet one, and was intimidated by the probation worker, and the older, harsh looking Asbo teens.
"Can't you speak? Ugh, so your spencer?"
"Yes, sir, i mean, Mr, um i me-"
"Shut up! I don't care, but if you must know, my names Adam. Not that i'll be called by that name any time soon." The probation worker began ticking off names and rhymed off the last two, not wanting any more confrontation; After all, it was only 7:30 in the morning.
"Brendon Urie and Jon Walker, i take it that's you two?" He said, pointing to his left.
"No shit sherlock." Brendon muttered.
Already, the probation worker knew Brendon was the "funny" guy of the group. None of the group had warmed to him yet, though.
Jon recited out a little "Yeah, whatever."
The probation worker just looked at them for a minute or two, shook his head in disgust and walked off shouting "Get painting those benches, or you'll be here another week!"
Of course no one moved. They just stared at each other. Some giving evil glares, others avoiding contact altogether. Jon was the outspoken, didn't give a shit, i'll knock you out if you talk smack about me kind of guy. Everyone could tell once he opened his mouth. Brendon, as the probation worker suspected, was the funny guy. Well, he thought he was funny, the others just thought he was a tool. He took it all as a joke, well, who wouldn't when you had done a "crime" like his. Ryan was on his phone until his name was called out, and when he talked back, the others knew that he was the one up his own ass, thought he was better than anyone else. Spencer however as quiet. Very kept and to himself, he, as well as the others knew he wasn't going to survive a day without being beaten.
"So guys, it's a nice day, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and my balls are itching. Who says we paint some mother fucking benches!?" Brendon expressed with a spring in his step.
"Urgh what a tool, do you think your funny or something?" Jon spat out, getting ready to walk away as Brendon chimed in with "Of course, i wouldn't have won that award when i was 7 if i wasn't funny." Jon gave him an evil glare. "Oh and award means that your funny does it?"
"No... My mom said i'm funny too."
Spencer gave a little chuckle but stopped as Jon gave him a death glare.
"Yeah whatever, let's get this done so we can go home, i don't wanna stay here all day with you fuckers."
Jon stormed off as Brendon followed with a smirk on his face, Spencer and Ryan followed. Ryan almost tripped up and make everyone turn round to see what the sound was.
"Dude, are you always on your phone?" Jon spoke. "Er, no, fuck off." Is the only reply he got back before Ryan put his head back down to start texting again.
"For fuck sake man, i understand us misbehaving teens having to pick up other people's shit from the streets as pay back for our so called "crimes", but why the fuck do we have to wear orange boiler suits? It riding up my legs man."
"Shut up and let me get on with my job, Brendon is it? The sooner i take the register, the sooner you can all fuck off and paint benches. Right, George Ross?"
A loud, not so pleasant yell comes from the right of the probation worker.
"Here, but call me Ryan, i'm not a posh cunt, orite?"
"Don't speak to me like that you asbo scum!"
"Who the fuck you calling asbo scum! Your'e the one with a shitty job, so you fuc-"
"Fine! whatever i don't care, i only have to look after you babies for a week and then your'e someone elses problem. Okay, um, Spencer Smith?"
Spencer nods his head anxiously, he was a quiet one, and was intimidated by the probation worker, and the older, harsh looking Asbo teens.
"Can't you speak? Ugh, so your spencer?"
"Yes, sir, i mean, Mr, um i me-"
"Shut up! I don't care, but if you must know, my names Adam. Not that i'll be called by that name any time soon." The probation worker began ticking off names and rhymed off the last two, not wanting any more confrontation; After all, it was only 7:30 in the morning.
"Brendon Urie and Jon Walker, i take it that's you two?" He said, pointing to his left.
"No shit sherlock." Brendon muttered.
Already, the probation worker knew Brendon was the "funny" guy of the group. None of the group had warmed to him yet, though.
Jon recited out a little "Yeah, whatever."
The probation worker just looked at them for a minute or two, shook his head in disgust and walked off shouting "Get painting those benches, or you'll be here another week!"
Of course no one moved. They just stared at each other. Some giving evil glares, others avoiding contact altogether. Jon was the outspoken, didn't give a shit, i'll knock you out if you talk smack about me kind of guy. Everyone could tell once he opened his mouth. Brendon, as the probation worker suspected, was the funny guy. Well, he thought he was funny, the others just thought he was a tool. He took it all as a joke, well, who wouldn't when you had done a "crime" like his. Ryan was on his phone until his name was called out, and when he talked back, the others knew that he was the one up his own ass, thought he was better than anyone else. Spencer however as quiet. Very kept and to himself, he, as well as the others knew he wasn't going to survive a day without being beaten.
"So guys, it's a nice day, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and my balls are itching. Who says we paint some mother fucking benches!?" Brendon expressed with a spring in his step.
"Urgh what a tool, do you think your funny or something?" Jon spat out, getting ready to walk away as Brendon chimed in with "Of course, i wouldn't have won that award when i was 7 if i wasn't funny." Jon gave him an evil glare. "Oh and award means that your funny does it?"
"No... My mom said i'm funny too."
Spencer gave a little chuckle but stopped as Jon gave him a death glare.
"Yeah whatever, let's get this done so we can go home, i don't wanna stay here all day with you fuckers."
Jon stormed off as Brendon followed with a smirk on his face, Spencer and Ryan followed. Ryan almost tripped up and make everyone turn round to see what the sound was.
"Dude, are you always on your phone?" Jon spoke. "Er, no, fuck off." Is the only reply he got back before Ryan put his head back down to start texting again.
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