Hello guys. I felt like doing a one shot. Sorry it's so short!
It was inspired by a doodle I did at school. If I can find it and then draw it out again on the computer, I may be tempted to use it as the cover picture.
Review and enjoy!
Randall checked the clock in his messy bedroom. Nine PM. He knew that his best friend would be going to bed soon, and seeing as Randall's parents were away, there was no one to stop him from going out after his curfew.
Even so, he snuck out of the window, lest a maid see and let on that he had left the house even when it was forbidden. Smiling to himself, he started down the path to his best friend's house.
Hershel's house.
Five minutes later, he found himself at Hershel's door. He slid through the back gate and into the garden before scaling his friend's wall, thankful for the slant of the drain pipe that made the feat ridiculously easy.
Glad that Hershel slept with his window open, Randall crept inside the bedroom.
He glanced quickly at his sleeping friend and wriggled underneath his bed where he began to whisper.
"Puzzles can be quite fun."
Over and over again. After about an hour he decided to leave, but just as he was coming out from under the bed Hershel woke up.
"Randall?" He asked, squinting to make out the outline of his friend in the darkness.
"...what were you doing under my-"
Randall silenced him by placing a finger on Hershel's lips.
"Your bed really is messy. Honestly! I wouldn't have thought that you of all people would be so disorganised! For shame!"
Randall finished his speech and marched downstairs, through the kitchen and out of the front door, much to the shock of mr and mrs Layton.
Both of Hershel's worried parents rushed upstairs to check on their son, who they found sitting up in bed, staring with his mouth open at the spot where Randall had just been. His cheeks were flushed as he turned around to his parents and tried to explain the situation in a way that made sense. He could not.
The next day at school, Randall sat on Hershel's desk, his legs crossed and his hands fixing his ascot. He looked up when he saw his friend.
"Randall, why on earth were you-"
He was cut off by Randall's finger on his lips again, causing his face to go as red as his vest.
"What do you think of puzzles, Hersh?" He asked.
"Puzzles can be quite fun."