Kidulthood Page #3
- As much as you wanna give.
- Not a problem.
But I want some E's today
and maybe some coke.
The weed I can do for free, but,
coke and E's is gonna cost.
I haven't got no money on me.
Who needs money?
- Get your knickers off then.
- In your f***ing dreams.
- What, you're not gonna let me f*** you?
- No.
- What about a blow-job then?
- F*** off.
- Wank?
- Keep talking and you'll get a smack.
Oh, come on, Al,
we'll make dollars when we sell it.
Do you wanna shop or what?
- Yeah, but...
- Stop being such a boring b*tch then.
But I'm not gonna suck it, okay?
What is that?
- How old are you?
- I'm old enough, blood.
"Blood", you're too young
to buy these beers.
- What? Oh, shut up, man.
- Oi, come back.
- Come back!
- Come back or what, man? Shut your mouth.
- I'll have you arrested!
- You ain't gonna do sh*t, man.
- Get out of my shop.
- What?
- You're banned!
- Man, I'll leave when I wanna leave, man.
What? Come.
- D*ckhead.
- F*** off.
Bastard!
I ain't f***ing with her no more, man,
after she got banged by Sam.
F*** that, you get me?
She's any girl to me now. F*** her.
Bloods, I wouldn't care whose baby
it is, yeah, but I'd still bang that.
Hey, bloods, where's yours?
Had to dash it at that guy,
isn't it, man.
- He was shook, though.
- You're a bad man.
Let's dust, man.
I ain't standing on the corner like
a f***ing rent boy all day.
- So what, which way are we going, bruv?
- Let's roll this way, isn't it.
What's wrong, man?
What are you looking at?
Sam lives over there.
- You wanna get your GameBoy back?
- Yeah.
Yeah that, I'm on that, man,
let's do it. Come, come.
Let's not be stupid, man.
- So, what are we gonna do?
- Sam's gonna be at school, blood, yeah?
Only our year's got the day off.
We'll just go up there,
say we're his friends...
and we're picking it up,
isn't it? Simple.
Or, we ding the bell,
get through the main door...
and boot down his f***ing
front door, isn't it.
No, man.
That's some police sh*t.
Look, blood, there's three
of us alie...
we'll just go up there, yeah,
ask for it back.
And if he's gets brave, blood, we'll
handle it at school together, isn't it.
- Standard, let's roll.
- But he rolls deep, man!
- Hey, f*** it, man, let's do it.
- Oh, sh*t.
What the f*** is he doing at home,
man? He's gonna kill us.
- Hey, don't worry, man, he's gone.
- What if he comes back, though, like?
He won't, man. What's wrong with you?
What you scared for, man?
I'm not, man.
I think we should just duck, man.
- Just shut up, man, you're scared.
- I'm not.
- Hello.
- Hi.
We're Sam's friends. We've just come
here to pick something up.
Sam's not here.
He's just gone to the shop for me.
Yeah, we saw him downstairs, he told
us to come up and wait for him.
He just left, right?
Hey, that must be his room.
- That's where your GameBoy is.
- Is that my GameBoy, bloods?
Oh sh*t, sh*t, oh sh*t.
What if he comes back now?
What the f***
are you lot doing here?
Sam jacked my sister's GameBoy,
yeah, I'm just here to take it back.
- Hold this boy.
- Hey, Moons, hold him. Hold him, man.
He told me he bought that,
he's such an arsehole.
Yo, what's out there?
Balcony, where he stashes
his weed and sh*t.
Come and take this boy
outside, man.
If he's such an arsehole,
why are you with him?
I don't know, he's older,
more mature.
Then why you cheat him?
- Blood, you can't take his weed, man.
- F*** that, man.
- Hey, Jay, man, we got him.
- Just give me one minute, man.
I don't even know
why you're with that boy, man.
Look...
you could be my girlfriend.
It's just, he sad f I leave hm,
he'll tell everyone I was a sht f***.
No, no, I know you're not sh*t,
I bet you're cold in bed, man.
I don't know...
He says I'm not that good
and I've only slept with him, so...
Yeah, well, let me be the judge
of that then, isn't it.
What?
- What, has he got any rubbers in here?
- Yeah, in that drawer. Why?
Not now, Jay, man, his mum said
he only went down the road.
- Maybe you lot should go.
- You know what, don't watch that, man.
Oh, no, no, no, low it, man.
- I'm sorry, yeah, this don't normally...
- It's okay.
It's because you're so buff,
yeah, and like you're good, man.
In fact, yeah, you should leave
that pussyhole and be my girlfriend.
- What do you think, yeah?
- What if he beats me up or something?
No, he ain't gonna do that.
Look, you know what, darling.
- Come with me. Come.
- Are you done?
- One minute.
- You f***ing know about it.
You let the side down!
What's up, man? You don't even know
about sex live, man.
What the f*** you lot doing
in my yard?
Look, blood, you took
my GameBoy, man, I just...
Are you dizzy, blood? You're gonna
come up here like you're bad.
You see, yeah,
I'm gonna f*** you up, blood.
And you, see, you, Claire, I'm gonna
shove this bat so far up your p*ssy...
Sh*t.
Hey, f*** you, you f***ing prick.
- F***ing idiot!
- Hold on, hold on, man.
Oh, sh*t!
Come on, lets go.
Run, blood!
I can't believe
what you lot just done.
Hey, f*** him, man,
he deserved it.
Hey, you know
he f***ed Alisa, isn't it?
No, I didn't.
Sam's gonna kill me.
He ain't gonna do sh*t to you, man.
You know why?
Because you're my girl now,
you get me?
Yeah, man, let him come, man.
You see my uncle I'm checking today?
He's a proper bad man. And if Sam
thinks about doing anything...
my uncle will murk him
on the spot, standard.
You keep talking about your uncle
that's gonna do this and that, yeah?
But we ain't even met him, man.
I mean, what...
are you sure my man
even exists, like?
He comes like the invisible man
or something, blood.
- Yeah. Hollow Man, rude boy.
- I'll slap you, you know that, Moons?
Just wait till we need him
and he'll be here.
If he's there, I'm there. I'll jook
some up, blood. I don't business.
Shut up, Moons man,
you ain't gonna do sh*t, man.
I can't believe you swallowed
that guy's spunk.
I hate it, it tastes like
salty egg whites.
Yuk, but what
if he's got something?
You can't catch nothing like that.
All the acids in your stomach kill it.
- Did you like wanking that guy?
- No.
Was you wet?
- Yeah, a little bit.
- A little bit?
- Yeah, but his thing's so small, man.
- I bet you was mad wet, I was.
Well then, why didn't you
just f*** that Rupert friend...
and I wouldn't have had
to wank him.
You just said you liked it.
Anyway only my man gets the p*ssy.
Unlike you, obviously.
You sure you know whose baby it is?
- Don't try it, Becky.
- Yeah, well, I couldn't have that in me.
If I was you, I'd want to rip it out
with a coat-hanger.
- F***ing hell, man!
- What, blood?
Didn't I tell them no onions?
Yeah, you did, man,
you did say no onions, blood, man.
Didn't I say no onions?
Fool.
- Oi, what's going on?
- We got money, relax yourself.
Drive, man.
So, what, are me and you on
or what now?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm your girl.
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