At noon, the four teens finally realized that there was school today. Will was the one who pointed it out as they sat in front of the large screen TV in the attic.

As Dora the Explorer got out of the boat, Will said, "Dude. . . What day is today."

Jack opened his mouth to answer automatically, but stopped, realizing exactly what Will was saying. He laughed.

Damian and Venice looked at the two of them, oblivious, until Venice said, "Um. . . wednes. . . oh shit."

Damian laughed, "Dude. . . I don't think Norrington's going to dig us skipping the second day of school."

Will frowned a little, but loosened up when Damian said, "It's cool though, me and Venice have done this dozens of times. It's not too hard."

Jack eyed them, "What's not too hard?"

"Getting away with it," Damian said, ignoring the questioning looks he received. "See, ten bucks says Ana covered for you already, Jack. Probably said you were sick."

Jack nodded. Ana did usually do stuff like that, otherwise SHE was questioned, and she hated that.

"And Norrington obviously knew you two ran off yesterday, so it's safe to assume you were doing something, especially from his point of view. Thus, Venice is sick too."

Venice nodded, too, absentmindedly. Dora the Explorer had captivated her with her cute Spanish talking.

"Our parents are out of town," Damian said, gesturing to himself and Venice, "So I had to stay home to take care of her. She wasn't feeling well at all," He said with a mischevious, playful mock face of concern.

Will listened carefully. "But what about me? I don't have much of an excuse!"

"Death in the family. Some discreet great aunt or something. You were in Memphis, Tennessee all day."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Oh please! That's ridiculous, he's going to be all over me!" He rubbed his shoulder, and wondered for a moment where his shirt had gotten to. He hadn't seen it since last night.

Damian rolled his eyes. "Then get creative. If he questions you, tear up a bit and say that you've been through enough all accusingly, then take your seat and put your head in your hands."

Will stared at him, "I'm no actor. I'll overdue it."

"That's fine," Venice said, awakening from her Dora spell. "Play it up, the more hurt you act the better it is."

Will gave up. Jack, who had been listening carefully, said, "Yeah, and it doesn't seem too planned out, either. Venice and I ran off and she got sick from me, Damian stayed home to take care of her. Will went to a funeral. It's not like we're all connected or anything. . . it seems natural."

Damian nodded. "Plus Will doesn't have much of a social connection to us yet. Nothing to suspect. No teachers have really seen us together and all. . ."

Will put his head in his hands. "What am I getting myself into?"

~***~

Dora the Explorer ended and Venice grew bored extremely quickly. In fact, at 12:31, she announced it to the group.

"I'm bored."

Jack looked at her. "Congradulations. Would you like a cookie?"

Damian snorted, but Venice spaced out a little bit and said, "Cookies sound good. . ."

She stood up and went to the stairs. In attempt to go down them, she slipped and landed on her butt. Will laughed at her.

"Slick," Was all Jack could say.

"I like to think so," Venice said as she stood. She went down the stairs and into her room, closely followed by Jack.

"Excuse me, I'm changing."

"Thanks for the announcement, love, I concluded that already," Jack said without moving.

Venice gave him an evil glare. But a mischevious look passed over her face. Jack grew suspicious when she didn't ask him to leave.

Venice turned around and took off her shirt, shrugging. "Alright then, stay," She said quietly.

After a few more articles of clothing were removed and Venice's long hair taken down, Jack couldn't help but get hot and bothered about the situation. He swayed from side to side and began to whistle.

Then he got it.

She was strip-teasing him!

Jack stared at her, and she turned to face him with suggestive eyes. He threw up his hands in defeat. "DAMN YOU WOMAN!" Was all he got out before storming out of the room and heading straight and undeterably to the bathroom.

He plowed through Damian and Will, who came down the steps looking a tad ruffled up. Their hair was messed and clothes were crooked, and Jack might've thought something along the lines of, "I bet if Will was a woman Damian would have lipstick in places I'd rather not think about," But he was in too much of a hurry to get to the bathroom.

Damian stared at Jack as he ran by holding his crotch. Will gave him a questioning look and all he said was, "Striptease."

Will picked up on what he meant rather quickly, and nodded solemnly.

As the duo walked up to Damian's room, Damian popped into Venice's room, but was disappointed to see she wasn't there. He sulked into his room, but his face lit up when he caught view of Will waiting on the soft, sheetless bed half naked.

~***~

Jack went back to Venice's room after his little. . . excursion. . . and walked in, about to talk, when he realized she wasn't there. And low and behold, his mischevious eyes wondered to the box of tampons. . .

~***~

Venice popped around downstairs until she found a box of cookies with a little elf on it. She laughed at the name. . . Keebler. . . because she was just a little loopier than usual that morning and it just seemed like a perverted word to her.

The cookies were chocolate chip-M&M, and Venice immediately sat down at the same place on the table she ate breakfast at and began to pick the M&M's out. Except, of course, for the blue ones.

After she had de-M&Med three cookies, Jack came down looking smug. Venice decided not to say anything about his look and continued picking away at M&M's. Where had Jack seen that shirt before? He pushed it to the back of his mind, but wasn't comfortable with the fact that Venice had a guy's shirt on that wasn't his.

Jack stared at her, then the package of cookies. "Stupid little cunts. . . why can't they use cool guys or like porn pictures for product characters?" He shuddered. "Just like the fucking leprechaun."

Venice looked up and yelled, "Hey, I DON'T LIKE THAT FUCKING LANGUAGE!" before she collapsed into herself and broke down laughing.

Jack just stared at her until she recovered, and even then she simply went back to picking apart her cookies unemotionally. And he couldn't help but think, "What a weird chick."

Minutes later, Damian and Will resurfaced, Will still without a shirt and scratching the back of his head. "Has anyone seen my shirt?"

Venice looked down for a moment, looked up, and blushed.

Will looked at her. She stuttered, "Dude, it was in my room!"

Jack nodded omnisciently. "So THAT's where you two wondered off to. . ."

It was Will and Damian's turn to blush.

Will changed to spotlight to Venice. "So can I have my shirt back?"

Venice pouted and clutched it to her chest. Will rolled his eyes and Jack got a little jealous. "You can wear mine if you need someone elses shirt, love."

Venice perked up and started to take off her shirt right there. Jack stopped her right away. "NO! None of THAT again without some following fun."

Damian eyed Jack in a over-protective big-brother manner, and Jack stepped back a little bit. "So. . . there'll be none. . . of that," Jack improvised. Damian nodded curtly.

Venice shrugged and took off her. . . or rather Will's shirt, revealing a soft stomach and a black bra. She threw it to Will, and looked expectantly towards Jack, who looked appreciatively at her for a moment before handing her his hoody. She put it on and snuggled into it right away.

The room went quiet for a moment, when suddenly they heard a loud bang on the door.