"Hello, it's plumbing solutions" He plumber picked up his phone as a routine now. Every morning, he would ensure that he had his time table ready before he left for work. He had to visit three houses that day, and he had just received a call for the fourth house just this morning. 

The suburban plumber was a tall, lean and handsome man. He was tanned from working under the sun and driving in Californian heat. Rumours were that he had been trying to get a foot into Hollywood for the past three years, with no results. He was friendly and good with children and every suburban mom swore that they loved his sea-green eyes. His hair was dark, fluffy and long. He usually tied it up in a small ponytail behind his sparse beard.

He wore his cap over his head as he left his house. He started his van which continued playing some good old country beats that he had left midway last night. "Business is on" He drove across the city on an early Sunday morning and finally reached his destination. It was Mr Reginald's house. And he had been waiting for him. 

Mr Louverne, Mr Roberts and Garry were presenting to mow a perfectly mowed lawn with sunglasses. Even though the sun hadn't hit their sorry bottoms since the last week. The National Metrological service had warned for a hurricane the following week.

Since Mr Reginald only had one lawn mower that was used by Mr Louverne, Mr Roberts was trimming a perfectly trimmed bush with a chainsaw and Garry was cutting the grass with a child-safe scissor. I'm sure Mr Reginald had better gardening stuff in his shed. 

The plumber got down his van and finally, the obnoxiously loud music turned off with the engine. He got his toolkit out and looked at the three weirdos in the yard who were side-eyeing him as he walked passed them. 

Garry was busy cutting the grass with his scissors while Mr Roberts leaned near Mr Louverne's ear, "Not only is he younger than you, he's also quite a handsome lad,"
"Won't be that handsome after I beat him up,"
"I think you should just talk to him," Mr Roberts was the only rational one there. 

"Waters have been crossed, my friend. What kinda shitty ass man would let someone sleep with his wife,"
"A white one,"
"What?"

Mr Reginald looked at the plumber, "You're the one who called me this morning, sir?" He asked, politely after greeting him. 
"Yeah, my daughters have messed up the kitchen drain. Can you look at it?"
"Yeah, you told me about it. That's what I'm here for," He got inside the house. Mr Roberts and Mr Louverne dropped his gardening tools and ran inside the house behind the plumber. They got stuck in the way, "Roberts, imma go first"

"Dude, I ain't letting you do something stupid"
"LEMME GO!" Mr Louverene pushed Mr Roberts behind, "Or imma shit your grave when you die!"

The plumber turned away from the kitchen sink and looked at the kitchen door, "What was that?" He looked at Mr Reginald.
"Must be my daughters"
"You've got quite some manly daughter"
"Aye! Stay away from my FUCKING DAUGHTER!"

"Okay, okay," The plumber turned around and turned the tap on, the water flowed smoothly, "Sir, it doesn't seem to have a problem," He was about to turn but Mr Reginald covered his face with a empty potato sack, "But you will now" 

"UGH! SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The plumber struggled. Mr Louverne heard the plumber and made his way in, "REGINALD!"
"This boy is strong!" Mr Reginald's old body was struggling with handling the plumber still. Mr Louverne looked around and finally grabbed the table cloth, pulling it away and breaking all the plates and vase on it. 

"NO! YOU FUCKING CRACKER! THERE WAS LITERALLY AN UNUSED TOWEL KEPT ON THE CHAIR BESIDE IT!"
Mr Louverne looked at the chair, "Damn!" Oh no, "DAMNNNNNNN" Right now was not the best time to use memes. The plumber's hands reached Mr Reginald, "Oh my GOD! HE'S GRABBED MY NUTS! OUCH OUCH! HOLD HIS HANDS!"

Mr Louvenre went towards the plumber and the plumber kicked him in his face while struggling to get his face out of the sack. Mr Roberts walked inside the room, and once he looked at the plumber, he knew the man knew how to fight.

"Roberts! Come here, help us! He's neutering me!"
"Good, finally you'll have something in common with Garry,"
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Mr Reginald yelled while Mr Louverne lay wounded in a corner, crying. 
"Wait...Garry," Mr Roberts turned around and ran out, "ROBERTS! Fucking chefs! I hate them!"

Mr Roberts went outside, Garry was still cutting the grass, "Garry, take your goddamn shoes off!"
"Huh?"

The plumber turned sideways and kicked Mr Reginald in his nether region, he screamed and fell on the floor like a villain. But the fight had not been won yet, "You dare sleep with my wife!" Mr Louverne arose and punched the plumber's face, he wobbled, "What the hell are you talking about?!" The plumber yelled and suddenly Mr Roberts covered his face from behind. The plumbler fainted within seconds. 

"What the fuck? How did you do that?" Mr Louverne asked.
Roberts pointed at the cloth in his hand, "Garry's sock,"
"Fuck! Put that away! Shit stinks worse than fresh vomit! It can bring a olympic champion down on her knees, jeez!"
"I don't know if I'd like that. Depends if she's hot," 

"Roberts, you have a wife" 
"One that ain't cheating on me" Mr Roberts grinned.
"Aye! Don't kick me when I'm down, fucker. I'll fuck you up!"

"Fine," Mr Roberts looked down at Reginald and the plumber, "What do we do of them?"
Mr Louverne looked at the mess that they had created in Reginald's kitchen, "...Where's Garry?"

. . .

Louise, Ryan and MJ were sitting together in Louise's room. Louise was reading a book, laying on his bed and Ryan was looking into his phone. MJ got up, "I have a proposal,"
Louise moved the book away from his face and looked at MJ, "What are you doing at my place again? Aren't you on bedrest for the next two weeks?"

"Yeah, but what will I do at home? Be bored? Puff! Silly boy. Now, listen to my proposal"

"Speak"

"I want girls," MJ said.
"Don't us all?" Louise looked at Ryan.
"Not really. Girls make me flustered," Ryan smiled nervously.

"My sweet child, Ryan," MJ held Ryan by his chin, "I know you are a virgin. But that's not what I meant. I want a big audience for our band and I think girls can do that since they almost always drag their boyfriends along with them. And some creeps come in just to see the girls. So if we get girls to like our band, we'll get boys too,"

"That's a surprisingly nice plan given the fact that it has come from a terribly fried head,"
"Oh, don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful, man. Maybe if you did something about your yeeyee ass hair, you'd get bitches like me,"
"You're getting bitches? Gee, lemme check myself, am I dead?"
"They don't want you, Louise. No woman likes men who are pushed around by other men,"

"You're probably right..." Louise looked down at the floor but before it would get gloomy, MJ decided to light the mood up. It was always a thing with MJ. He knew when the mood of the crowd around him was turning gloomy excited or fearful. It's almost like he could sense emotions. And he could move the mood according to his wish, merely by his words. That's what made him oddly charming to his peers. 

"Girls like hot men! We need to get Jerome. He's smoking hot!"
"What about good personality," Ryan gave some unsolicited opinion.
"He's taller than all of us,"
"No, I said, how is he? Is he mean?"
"Mmmm..." MJ thought about it for a hot minute, before he casually said, "Let's find that out ourselves. I've heard he's a classical pianist,"

"Why would any sane man leave that and join some stupid teenager's band?"

"Because...he is like you, Louise," MJ stopped smiling, "You're quite similar,"

Louise stared at MJ, "What do you mean?"
"You'll see,"
"Okay? Heck, I don't why you're taking Zalia so seriously. All this band and music shit is stupid,"

"Because I like music, Louise. And I like you and Ryan. I want to make music with both of you," MJ smiled.

"Aww, MJ, I'll support you," Ryan smiled back at him.
"Whatever," Louise rolled his eyes and Harry entered the room, "Harry? Get the fuck outta my room,"

"What? I thought I'd join you guys!"
"No!"

"Fine. I'll go to Zalia! Humph!" Harry walked out of Louise's room.
"Wait, now, let me accompany you. I wanna ask something to her" MJ held Harry by his shoulder and turned towards Louise, "Should I ask Zalia for help?"
"I mean, go ahead, I guess. I don't know," Louise actually did not know what to say. His sister was quite unpredictable, she might help or she might slap him. Louise would like both those outcomes. MJ was always stupid near Zalia. 

"You think asking Zalia would be a good idea?" Ryan asked Louise after MJ had left for Zalia's room.
"I can't tell. But it's always funny to watch him. Watch him try to impress her so hard, he wants her to think he's so much better than he actually is, it's hilarious."
"I think he's just trying to be friends with your sister,"
"Well, so far, he has been failing terribly,"

"Oh damn, is she losing interest in us?"
"Oh trust me, she never had any,"

-To be continued