(A/N, I frickin love Fresh Prince, so here's a oneshot I got from the show, sorry if this sucks.)

"Hey, KO!" Scott exclaimed, walking over to Kevin.
"Ey! King Rifter!" Kevin exclaimed, hugging his friend. "Good to see you!"
"Where's my gal?" Scott asked. "HEY! KIRSTIE!"
Kirstie skipped over. "What's poppin?"
"Weren't those mine?" Scott asked, pointing to his friend's neon baggy pants.
Kirstie grinned. "Yeah, I think they look better on me though."
Scott and Kevin laughed, sitting down, and drinking their milkshakes.
"Hey, Hoying?" A guy said, walking over to their table. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm hangin with my pals, you know, havin fun!" Scott said.
"Scott, he's not gonna understand you." Kevin said.
"Yeah, sorry," Kirstie said, turning to the guy. "Scott doesn't speak stupid."
They guy's face went bright red. "Wanna fight, Maldonado?"
"Nuh uh, if anyone's fighting you, ya moron, it's me." Scott said, standing up. "Back lot, let's go."
Kevin and Kirstie stood on the sidelines, watching Scott and the other guys fight.
"WATCH YOUR LEFT!" Kevin yelled.
"BEAT HIS ASS!" Kirstie screamed. "OHMYGOSH!"
The two ran over, picking Scott up.
"Oof, you have a real bad bloody nose, bro." Kevin said.
"You're telling me." Scott said, wiping the blood off with the side of his hand. "Ugh."
Kirstie took off the bright green bandana on her head, handing it to her friend. "Use that."
"Thank, Kirst." Scott said. "Ugh, my mom is gonna kill me."
"Connie isn't gonna kill you." Kevin said. "We'll drop you off."
"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN HURT!" Connie Hoying shouted. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, SCOTT!?"
"He was gonna beat up Kirstie and Kevin!" Scott said.
"That's it, your gonna live with your aunt and uncle in Bel Air." Connie said.
"For how long?" Scott asked.
"Only for a while." Connie said. "You'll be fine."
Scott grabbed his iPod, getting on the plane.
"I can't believe I'm in first class." He said to a flight attendant.
She smiled at him. "Have a good flight!"
Scott looked around LAX, staring. "This is so cool!"
He made it out of the airport alive, and got to the curb.
"TAXI!" Scott shouted, waving. "TAXI! Ooh, this one's got dang dice! I need to send a pic to Kev!"
Scott put his bags in the trunk, then slid into the back seat. "Bel Air."
"Oh, Bel Air." The taxi driver said, starting the car.
"Yeah, gonna spend time with my family." Scott said, sniffing. Damn, does this guy smoke or something?
Scott knocked on the door of one of the GIANT houses.
"Hello?" A man said.
"Uncle Dan!" Scott exclaimed.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Scott." The butler said. "Mr. Miller is in the kitchen."
"Thanks, Freddy." Scott said. "And no mister stuff while I'm here!"
"Yes, sir."
Scott ran into the kitchen. "UNCLE DAN! AUNT BETH! VANESSA! HOLLY!"
Scott's family looked up. "Scott!"
They did a group hug, doing a quick catch up.
"Oh, Scott, we have some friends coming over tonight." Aunt Beth said. "You'll like them, but, um, please dress up a little."
Scott nodded, going upstairs to the guest room, blasting Lady Gaga.
"TURN DOWN THAT RACKET!" His cousin yelled.
"I'M NOT TURNING LADY GAGA DOWN, VANESSA!" Scott yelled back, unpacking his stuff, singing along.
Scott looked at the suit Fredrick (the butler) was holding in front of him.
"See, Freddy, that won't look good!" Scott said. "You know what, I'll pick something out."
Fredrick nodded, walking out.
Scott grabbed a fun printed black and white shirt, jeans with neon paint splatters, and a pink snap back hat.
When he walked downstairs, everyone went quiet.
"Oh my gosh, Scott." His cousins muttered, while his aunt, uncle, and their friends just stared.
"Oh, who's this, Beth?" A woman asked, fingering her expensive necklace.
"This is my nephew, Scott Hoying." Aunt Beth said.
Scott walked over. "Was up? I'm Scott!"
"Pleasure." The woman said, wrinkling her nose. "What's that smell?"
"Oh, Texas barbeque!" Scott said. "Y'all in Bel Air need to learn some Texas stuff!"
The woman backed away a little. "I see, Beth, let's go in the kitchen."
Scott went outside, going on a walk.
"Don't belong in Arlington, don't belong in stupid Bel Air."
He suddenly passed another boy wearing designer clothes.
"Hey."
"Huh?" Scott asked, turning around. "Yes?"
"I...um...I really like your outfit." The boy said.
"Is that a joke?" Scott asked.
"No! I really like it! Where'd you get it?"
"The shirt is from a thrift shop, my friend painted the jeans, and I've always had the snap back." Scott said.
"That's cool." The boy said. "I'm Mitch."
"I'm Scott, you from Bel Air?"
Mitch nodded. "You're definitely not from here."
"I'm a Texas boy." Scott laughed. "Ey! Look out!"
He pulled Mitch out of the way from a speeding car coming up on the curb.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN!" Scott yelled, pulling Mitch towards himself.
Mitch smiled. "Thanks, Scott."
"Course, do you wanna come over for some ice cream? I think we can sneak some." Scott said.
"Yeah!" Mitch said. "Let's go!"
The two went into the house.
"Okay, quick, here's a strawberry cream pop." Scott said.
"These are in Bel Air?" Mitch asked.
"I made a quick stop before I got here." Scott said, winking. "Everyone here's probably eating rose petal sorbet or sh-t like that."
"Scott!" Mitch laughed, hitting the other boy's chest. "Don't say that!"
Scott laughed again. "That shirt looks itchy."
"It is, I hate this shirt." Mitch said.
"I have a Lady Gaga shirt that would look amazing on you." Scott said. "Follow me."
They tried to leave through the kitchen door, but Scott's family was in there.
"Okay, back way." Scott said, holding Mitch's hand, opening the back door.
"Where're we going?" Mitch asked.
"My room, but we gotta go up the ladder." Scott said, propping a ladder up against the house. "Follow me!"
Mitch laughed, climbing up. "Is your window unlocked?"
"It always is." Scott replied, putting his arm around Mitch's waist so he didn't fall. "Come into my office."
Mitch laughed, slipping inside. "Wow, love the posters!"
Scott grinned. "Here's the shirt and a hat."
"Thanks!" Mitch said. "Turn around."
A few seconds later, the two were watching Mean Girls, when Vanessa walked in.
"Oh, um, hi, Mitchell." She said, blushing. "What're you doing with my cousin?"
"We're watching Mean Girls." Scott said.
"I didn't ask you, Scott." Vanessa said. "Anyway, Mitchell,"
"Vanessa, I don't like you." Mitch said. "I don't like girls."
Vanessa gasped, then flicked her hair. "Ugh, you're boring anyway."
"K, Regina." Scott said. "See ya."
Mitch laughed. "Oh, Vanessa, you don't mess with the prince of Bel Air."
"Prince? Him?" She asked, pointing at Scott.
"And he's my princess of Bel Air." Scott said. "Now shoo!"
(A/N, I thought this would be better, but it kinda sucks, im sorry (◞‸◟) I love ya, stay fcute!)