Mr and Mrs Louverne stood before Louise and Michelle in their living room while Zalia stood in a corner beside Harrison and his friend, Brandon Johnson, who were playing video games on the other side of the room, 

"LOUISE! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS LETTER?!" Mrs Louvene yelled at Louise with a letter in her hand, "You threw a mud-covered shoe at your teacher? And you flashed your genitals in front of girls!"
Mitchelle looked at Zalia, "He was not flashing it to the girls,"
"Who was he flashing them to then?"
"To me,"

Everyone in the room went quiet.
"HARRY!" Brandon yelled, "You'll get us killed!"
"Why? All he did was make us gay!"
"If you're gay in the middle ages, you're gonna kiss the guillotine!"

"Shit, what do we do now?"
"Let's go fuck the priest,"
"My man," 

Louise and Zalia just stared at them, 'What the fuck are they playing?' Louise was about to go wack Harrison and snatch that controller from him when Mrs Louverne yelled, "LOUISE! I'm not done talking! Why did you show your genitals to Michelle? You're bullying him?"
Louise looked at Michelle, hoping he would say something but all he did was smile and say, "Yeah, Louise, you tell them,"

Louise looked at his parents and his sister, "I-..." He took a breath and told himself that he would not make it weird. He would not make it weird. He needed time to think of an excuse, he looked at Michelle again and he smiled. He was enjoying his agony. Piece of shit! 'Asshole!'

"Louise, we don't have the whole day," Mrs Louverne intervened his thought chain so ended up blabbering, "We were comparing our penis to see which one of us is bigger,"
'WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I SAID'
"LOUISE!" Mrs Louverne started, "Two days into high school and they have corrupted my boy!" She looked at Mr Louverne who had his coffee mug in his hands and he seemed to be thinking something,

"So...who was bigger?"
"Darling! What are you saying!"  

Suddenly, the living room glass shattered and two huge cars invaded the living room while three other cars waited outside the house. Two big black men in black came out of the cars, one of them was light-skinned and had deadlocks. His name was Wisha. Other was dark-skinned with a buzzcut, Tony. Both of them had sunglasses on. 
"Goddamn..." Mr Louverne sipped his coffee.
"HOW DARE YOU TRESPASS ON MY PROPERTY! GET THE HELL OUT OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!" Mrs Louverne yelled and screamed. They ignored her, 

"Sir," Tony looked down at Michelle, who looked like a midget before them, "We came to pick you up," 
"Sir?" Zalia looked at Michelle. Brandon and Harry dropped their controllers, "What's going on?"
"This is what happens when you become gay," Brandon whispered in his ear.
"It was in the game! Are they really going to exterminate me?"
"But of course, Harry. Say your prayers,"

"AH! MY WALL! You will get this repaired for me, you hear me?! Start cleaning up!"
Tony and Wisha looked at each other, "Should we silence her?" They talked among themselves and began pulling out their guns but MJ saw that and moved to them,
"You dumbasses! She's my friend's mom!"
"Mr Michelle, we knew you was weird, but I think that woman is far too old for you,"
"I agree with Tony, my G, you need ta finna chill,"

"I'm not into her, boys!" MJ clarified.
"Who you into then? The bitch in pink shorts?" They looked at Zalia who was calming Harry down, who had begun to cry by then. 
"Why do I have to be into someone all the time?"
"Isn't it obvious? You been an involuntary celibate for so long at this point you a virgin again," They both snickered, "SHUT UP, YOU BOTH! QUIT LAUGHING AT ME!"

"You both there! Stop gossiping in a corner! FIX THIS WALL!" Mrs Louverne yelled.
"Go help her, fuck off," Michelle left the room and got into the car. They called other men from the cars outside and they began cleaning the glass, "This shit is hilarious, I never thought I'd be cleaning up after myself when I took this job," Wisha mumbled as he watched his homies clean the living room,"Life do be showing us wilderness,"

MJ sat inside the car, looking at some music tapes, "Everything they own is shit-" Suddenly, he found a bomb CD, which was basically rap screams yelling how okay and alright the vocalist was. He tapped his fingers on his thighs, "We should perform this, Louise and me..."

Suddenly, he heard a tap on the window. It was Zalia. She opened the door and stepped in, "MJ" He pulled the tape out. She sat in the driver's seat, "I want to talk to you,"

MJ looked at her, "Yes?"
"Not here," She looked around, it was pretty loud and the car was in the middle of their living room, "Alone, come outside,"
They both walked out of the car, out towards the streets and began taking a walk under the Californian sunset. Zalia was a few inches taller than MJ. He wore a pair of black joggers and a green sweatshirt while she wore a pink cami top and pink shorts. The sinking sun lit their faces into an orange hue,

"We couldn't get anyone else to join the band," Zalia told him and he looked at her, and she stopped and looked at him, "If we can't make a band before we leave, the school will shut down the music club,"
"But you have us, me and Louise,"
"It's just you and Louise. You need a bassist and a keyboardist. It's not a band-"

"I'll find more people,"
"MJ, you don't understand. I put those posters everywhere, but no one came to the auditions," 
"People will join,"
"How do you know that they will?"
"The same way you know that they won't. Gut feeling," He shrugged.

He laughed, "Right, let's hope your gut feeling is right,"
"It's always right," He looked at her pleasant smile, her brown frizz flying across her face, she looked like an elf, "I promise you...I'll make it. We'll call it...Mitchelle and Louise! ChelLui! How's that for a band name?"

"Not bad, MJ," Zalia crossed her arms.
"You keep calling me MJ..."
"Well, is that bad,"
"No," He looked at the darkening sky, "But I'd prefer if you'd call me by my name,"

She looked at his face and laughed, "Okay, Mitchelle, whatever you say. By the way, who are all those people that broke into our house? They seem to know you,"
"Oh, they are just my uncle's men,"
"Your uncle? What does he do for a living?"

"Oh, he's...erm...A social worker," 

That night, MJ lay in his bed and remembered Zalia standing on that pavement, with her frizzy hair flying before her face, while she was smiling through her hair,

'Wait, no, no, shit, imagine something gross' He closed his eyes, 'Grandma's underwear, ew, okay, yuck! That finally turned me off!'  He picked up his phone and texted Louise, "Let's meet early tomorrow for the band practice <3"

"What band, bitch?" Louise replied and threw his phone on his bed. Zalia sat before her mirror in her nightgown and began setting up rollers into her hair, while Louise played his drumsticks on his thighs while sitting on his bed in his room. The living room glass was still broken and therefore Mr Louverne was forced to sleep in the living room in order to guard the house. 

"Did you hear?" Madelene spoke through Zalia's phone speaker.
"Hear what?" Zalia sprayed some setting spray on her hair while looking into the dressing mirror.
"That's there's a transfer student from North Carolina in our year! He's the son of a celebrity interior designer,"
"Cool,"

"You have a potential boyfriend candidate... unless he is shorter than you. That would be a shame because I've heard he has a good face, very European looking, you know,"
"I have no idea what that means,"
"Me neither. But I guess we will find out,"
"I guess we will," She turned off the lights, "Good night, Madelene,"
"Good night, girl! See you tomorrow!"

As the morning sun rose, so did the chaos in the Louverne household. 
"MOM! I AM LATE!" Louise screamed and he looked for his drumsticks.
"But dear, it's so early!"
"I had to leave early today!" He found his drumsticks, shoved them in his pockets, and ran to the garage, "Let the breakfast be, I'll grab something on my way to school! BYE MUM!"

He began paddling and it began raining. He stopped at a roadside bus stand, waiting for the rain to stop. In the pitter-patter of the rain and the light fog, he saw someone run with his bag over his head. He stopped at the bus stop and looked at his clothes. He was wearing a white shirt and blue, denim jeans. He had very fine, straight blonde hair and bright green eyes. His earlobes were pink and his eyelashes were a shade of orange. 

Louise looked at him and he suddenly looked at Louise, "Hello!" He smiled, "Could you tell me where Kerlin County is?"
"That way," Louise pointed to his left, "Just follow this street,"
"Thank you, kind stranger,"
"I'm from Kerlin County High too," Louise told him.

"Oh! Really? That's awesome! It's actually my first day at school,"
"First day? Are you a freshman?"
"Yes! But I caught a cold last week so I couldn't attend the orientation. What did I miss?" He asked and suddenly, his gaze went to Louise's drumsticks, "You're a drummer?"

"Oh, yeah, sort of," He looked at his drumsticks.
"I'm a bassist! We're both musicians!" He brought his hand forward, "Nice to meet you,"
Louise shook hands with him, "Same here. I'm Louisianez Louverne,"

"I'm Ryan Nolan,"

-To be continued