Duff gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turned white as drove his foot down further towards the floor.
He was drunk, and had just opened a letter from one of his highschool class mates. Kyle had always been a fuckwit, but his sister was fucking hot and she thought he was hot too.
Unfortunately, Kyle just messed with the wrong drunk. He hit the brakes hard, rubber tires screeching on the tar of the road, a cloud of smoke billowed forth from the back wheels, filling the evening air with the smell of burning rubber. Duff knew it was dangerous to drink and drive, but he was an angry rockstar. Who cares? He put his foot down again.
It's so easy to get angry and get in the car. It's so easy to perve on Kyle's sister. It's so easy to burn down a house, and that was just what Duff planned to do.
He was moving very fast now. He was moving so fast and he was drunk enough that instead of stopping the normal way outside of Kyle's house, his bleary vision put off his aim, and he hit a tree. The shock ripped through his body, he felt himself fly forward, only to be caught by the seat belt. The front end of the car had been crumpled up into an unrecognizable heap attached to the front of his car.
He was dazed but he didn't care. He got out, shook the glass out of his fluffy bleach blonde hair, and then he popped the boot and pulled out the petrol and matches.
He managed to get onto the roof. He didn't remember how, but he did it, and he spread the petroleum over the roof tiles.
He dropped a match on it and clambered to the ground. Then he rang the door bell repeatedly. 'Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong'.
He punched the button one more time and the plastic around it smashed. It made a retarded 'ring' noise that lasted a fair while.
There was stomping footsteps.
"IT'S TWO IN THE MORNING!" it was a female voice. She threw open the door, though her facial features were contorted with anger, and her hair was a mess and she was wearing a dressing gown instead of her sunday dress; it had been Kyle's sister who answered the door.
"Is your brother in there?" Duff asked her boredly,
"He's asleep." She said, blinking at him.
"OI, KYLE!!!" Duff screamed. More footsteps.
"Sue, what's the issue?" Kyle's ugly face came into view. Duff snickered.
"Nice seeing you, Kylie!" He teased. Kyle's eyes widened, he stepped past his sister, so that she stood just behind him.
"Michael."
"Fight me, Kyle!" Duff shoved him. His sister yelled at him to stop.
Duff grabbed the front of his shirt, dragging him out onto the lawn. His gorgeous sister was now sobbing in the doorway. She watched from there while Duff hit her brother, who fell down onto the grass. He clambered to his feet and tried to run away,
"Turn and fight me! you send me mail calling me a coward and here you are, running! Face me, coward!" Duff was slurring this out loudly. Kyle's sister ran out of the house and tripped over her own feet, falling on the grass, crying for Duff to stop.
"Turn around, bitch, i got a use for you!" Duff screamed. He ran up and tripped Kyle over. The idiot fell on his face, smashing his nose on the ground before he had a chance to throw his hands out to stop it. It was bleeding heavily when he rolled over, and a briuse had blossomed over his now swollen eye. He stood up shakily and finally faced him.
"I see you standing there! You think you're so cool!" Duff slurred, his drunken mind making him think it was a great insult. "Why don't you just... fuck off!!!" Duff shouted.
Kyle turned and ran, still bleeding. Duff laughed and turned to his distraught sister. The house fire was really getting going now, and the bright flames silhouetted the girl, who's face was distorted in confusion and hurt.
"Why? Why?!!!" She cried.
"Because it's so easy." Duff replied. He held out his hand, "come with me." She opened her mouth, a questioning look in her eyes as she sat on the grass at his feet. "Don't ask me where, cause i don't know. I'll try to please you, i will. But i'm fuckin' broke." He cracked up laughing again. He laughed and laughed and fell over because he was laughing so hard. Even he didn't know what was so funny. "It goes to show." He added once he caught his breath. God he was drunk.
The sirens started up, at first far off, then closer at hand, Duff leapt up, vaulted the fence and faded into the night while the house burned and Kyle's sister sobbed on the grass.
