-Here's chapter 2 everyone. Hope you enjoy! and please please please review:P
Roy and Mullet Fingers crept through Roy's bedroom window at the Eberhardt household and into Roy's pitch black bedroom. Roy turned on a light and pulled a blanket off his bed.
"You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor" Said Roy "And don't argue about it because I'm sure it's been ages since the last time you slept on a comfy bed." He added as Mullet Fingers opened his mouth to protest.
"Well, yeah I guess. You can't exactly call the bed Lonna let me sleep on comfy. You sure you don't mind sleepin on the floor?" He asked, looking longingly at the bed.
"Course not. My parents are going away for the long weekend and I'm staying here by myself so you're welcome to hang here 'till Tuesday." Said Roy.
Mullet Fingers looked as though it was Christmas come early.
"Really?" He asked.
"Sure, I could use the company anyway." Said Roy happily "My parents don't usually check in either, so don't worry." He added as Mullet Fingers looked uneasily at the door.
After that, both boys went to sleep quite quickly. It seemed like only minutes had passed when Roy awoke to his mother shouting "Roy, breakfast is in five minutes honey!" From the kitchen.
Roy sat up and looked around. The bed was empty. For a moment, his heart sank. He'd been looking forward to spending the weekend with Mullet Fingers.
Then: "Morning sleepy head." Came a voice from the windowsill.
Mullet Fingers was sitting up in the window looking down at Roy.
"How long have you been up?" Roy asked.
"'Bout an hour. I'm used to getting up early. Hey, I don't mean to sound rude but is there any chance of getting me some breakfast?" He asked hopefully.
"Sure, I'll bring you up some in about half an hour, ok?" Said Roy.
Beatrice's stepbrother nodded. He turned away while Roy changed out of his pajamas. Roy told him to wait here while he ate breakfast and that he'd sneak some leftovers up afterwards. He entered the kitchen to find his father reading the morning paper and his mother cooking breakfast. It looked like bacon and eggs.
Mullet'll like that Thought Roy as he sat down at the table.
"Morning, Roy." Said Mr Eberhardt over the newspaper.
"Morning dad." Said Roy.
"You weren't sneaking out again last night, were you, son?" Mr Eberhardt asked.
Roy tried to look confused. "No, why?" He asked.
"Oh no reason, I thought I heard some noises last night." Said his father.
"Nope, not me." Said Roy as Mrs Eberhardt placed his breakfast down in front of him.
"Have you heard from your friend Beatrice's stepbrother lately, Roy?" His father asked suddenly.
Roy nearly choked on a piece of bacon.
"No, why?" He asked.
"Well it says here that he's a possible suspect in some vandalism being done recently." Said Mr Eberhardt, still reading the article.
"What?" Roy asked.
"Listen: 'Police suspect one Napoleon Bridger Leep as the possible perpetrator of recent vandalism done to the home of former Mother Paula's employee, Chuck E. Muckle. Leep, a boy of 16, broke out of juvenile hall last year after committing vandalism on private property and so forth.' And it goes on about the boys history." Concluded Mr Eberhardt.
"But I thought he got off. They didn't charge him for the vandalism because he was right." Said Roy.
"It was still vandalism all the same. So I'm guessing you haven't heard from him, then?" Roy's father asked.
Roy shook his head. "No."
Roy finished his breakfast quickly then snuck some leftovers up to his room while his parents did the dishes. He went in to find Mullet Fingers fast asleep on his bed. Roy assumed he hadn't had a good sleep in a long time. Roy prodded him awake and said "Breakfast is here."
At this, Mullet Fingers sprang up and rubbed his stomach. Roy noticed he still had a scar from where he was bitten by a guard dog while trying to feed the burrowing owls a year ago. Roy handed him the plate and he immediately started stuffing his face.
"Who cood dis?" He asked, his mouth full.
"My mom." Roy replied.
Mullet Fingers swallowed and said "Mm, she's a good cook."
"My parents don't leave for another hour so you'll have to stay up here." Said Roy.
He took another huge mouthful of bacon and eggs and said "Mind if I go for a run? I usually go everyday."
"Sure." Said Roy.
Mullet Fingers finished his breakfast, then went out for a run around town. Roy took the empty plate downstairs and snuck it into the dishwasher without his parents noticing. A little while later, a cab pulled up outside to pick up Mr and Mrs Eberhardt.
"Now Roy, don't get into any sort of trouble while we're gone, alright?" He father said sternly.
"I love you honey." Said Roy's mother.
"I love you too mom." Said Roy, hoping Mullet Fingers wasn't listening from upstairs.
"The number of the hotel we're staying at is by the phone, so call if you're having any problems." Said Mr Eberhardt.
"I will dad. Bye guys." He said, ushering them out the door.
His mother kissed him a few more times then got into the cab drove off. As soon as they were out of sight, Roy went upstairs. Mullet Fingers wasn't back yet. Roy went back downstairs and flipped on the TV. The first thing he saw was a Mother Paula's commercial. The new actress that the company had hired appeared to have no acting talent at all. Apparently, the company had gone downhill since Kimberly Lou Dixon, the former Mother Paula actress, had quit. When word spread that the company was going to kill all those burrowing owls many people had stopped eating there. In fact, Mother Paula's had closed a total of fifty pancake houses in the last year due to poor profit. Roy continued flipping through the channels. He spent almost half and hour looking for a good show before he gave up and went back to his room. Mullet Fingers was still not back. It had started raining ten minutes ago, Roy expected he would have come back by now. Another thirty minutes. Roy had slumped down on the couch. Mullet Fingers must've just stayed for breakfast. Roy, however, was worried. He put on his raincoat, got on his bike and went out searching for Mullet Fingers. The first place he went was Chuck Muckle's house. He saw Officer Delinko's squad car parked in the driveway, but no Mullet Fingers. Roy sped up on his bike, not wanting to run into Officer Delinko. He biked around town for a bit, then went to the owl sanctuary. He parked his bike and walked around the empty lot. He couldn't blame the owls for not being out. He walked up to one of the holes and looked down. He saw two barefoot prints in the mud. There were similar prints all over the lot.
"Nap- Mullet Fingers?" Roy called, almost shouting Mullet Finger's real name, which he wouldn't like at all.
No reply. It was really pouring now. Roy got back on his bike and went home. When he got inside, he saw muddy wet foot prints trailing across the living room and up the stairs. Roy followed them all the way into his room, where he found Mullet Fingers kneeling down beside his bed. And there, curled up on his bed were ten burrowing owls. Mullet Fingers turned around. He was panting. He had several bad scratches on his arms and his lip was bleeding.
"I...was...right. Muckle was...trying to...kill the owls." He panted.
He pointed at one particularly small owl. It had a white cloth tied around it's body. Roy noticed that one of Mullet Finger's sleeves had been torn.
This was going to be a long weekend, thought Roy.