CHERUB in the dark.
No copyright breech intended, so don't sue me (mostly because Geneva's my lawyer lhm...).
CAMPUS
JMPOV:
The clock hand had struck 12 and it was officially 9 O'clock.
Most people had filed out of the Canteen but not us.
The girls were sitting in a circle looking at some magazine, while we boys were grouped together talking about tonight's match between Liverpool and Chelsea.
Ah, Friday nights.
How we love them.
"C'mon guys, you have to get out of here" said one of the cleaners
"Yeah, sorry about the mess mate, tried clearing it up the best I could, but I think I might have made it worse" Replied Bruce.
We bet him £5 that he could eat jelly out of a straw.
He accepted.
But ended up choking and knocking around half a dozen plates on the floor which shattered immediately and then slipped on a baked bean when coming back with the bucket and mop.
There's still a piece of [what used to be] a plate sticking out of the side of my trainer.
The cleaner sighed "Don't worry about it mate, it's what I'm here for" and started reaching for those massive cloth brooms that you see caretakers with.
Slowly we all began rising from our seats, picking up the plates that were still intact and making our way out the door.
"Where should we go?" Rat asked
"We went to yours last week, so...Lau..."
"No way" She interrupted.
Looking round, everyone had suddenly found interest in their shoes, nails or the red shirt doing punishment laps outside.
"What's wrong with yours?" Bethany asked,
"Nothing...well...it's just..." Where were the excuses!?
"Sorted, we're going to James'!" Declared Lauren.
I groaned.
I didn't mind having people round; its just Fridays were Fridays.
We go crazy on Fridays.
Like there was this one time, when Kyle was here and we got absolutely shattered.
Even more so that we decided to change our names to Jane and Kylie, let the girls do our faces and make a move on Jake (well, that was just Kyle...).
It was the most humiliating experiences of my whole life.
Even more so I woke up with a Black Sequin Bra around me, with no recollection of what had happened the previous night or whose bra it was (Turns out it was Kerry's...She wasn't happy) and me being called Jane for the rest of the week.
That is what happens on a Friday.
Making my way into my room, Bruce Challenged me to a game of Guitar Hero.
The girls were spread out in the corner of the room looking at the same magazine.
Rat was sorting through my CD's.
And Bruce was trying to plug in the Wii.
30 Minutes later
Friday had officially started.
The Ting Tings were blaring out loud.
Bruce had got some beers from the older kids.
And we were all giggling, reminiscing about some memorable moments.
"Oh my god, no, I remember right, when James decided to explore his Gay side" Kerry said through tears and Bruce burst into a fresh round of laughter.
"What? When was this!?" Said Rat.
"Well, our James boy here loves himself a bit doesn't he? So obviously when he started checking himself out in the mirror after practice Kyle had to do something, and walked over to where he was...and gave him a nice little pat of the arse!" Bruce said.
Oh shit. I hoped they'd forgotten about that.
"No, No!" Bruce was gasping for air now,
"And then, he decided to give Kyle a massive smacker right on the cheek!" More Laughter.
"Jesus! His Face...His Face..." was all Bruce could manage.
"Oh please, what about last time? Dressing up in our clothes and make-up!" Kerry said
Lauren and Bethany were hysterical, rolling on the floor
"J...J...Jakes face!!! When...when Kyle kissed Him!" And with that, she rolled off the bed and landed with a thud.
Silence.
And then a fresh new round of laughs.
We carried on like that for a few moments.
Laughing when remembering the food fight between Kerry and Dana (Although Kerry went quiet at that one and decided she need to pee, coincidently coming out when the topic was over).
Eeew-ing when finding out I woke up with Kerry's bra around me (she wasn't too happy at that either).
And screaming our heads off when the lights, music and TV all went off.
That was not supposed to happen.