A/N: Hola. Just discovered these wonderful little things called Toastum's. Handy little muffin tops you stick in your toaster. Yum...

Anyways...my days are pretty dull lately. Not boring, just nothing TOO wonderful. So...I'm just going to start IMAGINING what I did today. So...while I was absent from fanfic, I umm... Took a roadtrip to California, saw the Beatles live in concert, made the world's largest donut, jumped ontop of Chuck Norris, and took the frickin' eightfold buddah path. Wow...I had an exciting day.

What did YOU imagine you did today?

Chapter 6: Secret Agent Man-Woman!

Blair's POV

"Oh my God...I think my brain has been reduced to little more than a pile of mush..." I muttered, sighing and flopping down on my bed. I had had quite a demanding day. So far, I had been kicked out of class for a pair of tits that I DIDN'T draw, played Dr. Phil with a janitor, and now had a stack of homework that was beginning to reach Mt. Everest standards. Not only that, but I still had detention with...twitch...Kirk. I shuddered and shut my eyes tightly.

It was currently the break hour right before dinner. And by the time that had rolled around, I didn't feel like doing much more than chilling in my dorm room. Mikey hadn't yet returned to the room, so I had it all to myself. I hadn't been in contact with anyone other than Bob since a couple hours ago when we were changing classes, and I saw Frank and Mikey walking to their gym class thingy. I was pretty sure that was their last class of the day.

I glanced at the bedside clock down below me. It was 5:14 already. I wondered where Mikey was. It was only fifteen minutes until we were supposed to be down in the detention room with Kirkus over there. I looked around the room once more, almost checking to make sure he wasn't hiding behind a corner or something, and then I whipped out my cell phone. I quickly dialed Maggie, and waited for her to pick up. But...a couple of rings later, I had her answering machine blaring in my ear.

"Hey this is Mag, I'm not here. You know the drill..." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey Mag, it's your lover." I said randomly, "I'm uh...gonna try and do some snooping around tonight, so don't call me between 5:30 and...7:00 ish. I'll text you if I find anything interesting. So..." The door to the room suddenly banged open, and Mikey wobbled in, followed closely by Frank. Both of them were breathing heavily and sweating. "Umm...And that, is why I screwed her, and then went to Burger King for a Whopper. Gotta go, bye." I hung up the phone as the pair of them collapsed to their knees and then layed down on the floor, pressing their faces into the ground.

"The floor is so cold..." I heard Frankie's muffled voice say. They both started moving their hands in a snow angel fashion. I raised my eyebrows.

"Er...what exactly happened to you guys?" I asked, climbing off of the bunk to observe their strange ritual more closely. Mikey raised his head off the ground so that he could look at me.

"They held us late for gym class..." he said, still breathing hard.

"To run two miles and do fifty situps..." Frank finished the sentence, his face still burried in the floor. He stuck out his hand for me to help him up, and I grabbed it and pulled as hard as I could. I wasn't making much progress. "Ugh...why do you have to be so weak?" he said laughing, and finally pulling himself up. Mikey rolled onto his back.

"Well...guess we better get down to the office. Wouldn't wanna be late for our detention!" he said in a falsly cheerful voice. Me and Frank looked at eachother, and both of us kicked him lightly in the side as we left the room.

Twitch, twitch. Shuffle, shuffle. Yawn, stretch.

These were the sounds that filled the empty waiting room down in the office. We had all re-joined our little group at one of the large pillars, which we had deemed our official meeting spot. Now we were sitting on chairs and the floor of the seemingly empty office. We fidgeted impatiently as we waited for some life form or another to turn up and explain to us why we had been waiting for ten minutes all for a detention. Clarette must have been at dinner, because the cluttered desk which she normally sat at was empty. Kirk was nowhere to be seen either.

"I dare you to go into his office and see what's going on, if he's even there." Frank said dully, staring absentmindedly at a picture Clarette had pinned up on the bulletin board behind her desk. She and what looked to be her father were standing outside of their house in France.

"No way..." Ray said, "And find him screwing some chick? I'd rather not see anymore of Kirk than I already have to. Please...his gap and quiff hair are enough to make me gag as it is." We all chuckled a bit, in rather bored, flat voices. As I watched the door to his office intently, I saw the handle begin to twist, and shushed them. Oh...I hoped he hadn't been listening. Wouldn't another detention be just perfect? But while I was waiting for a little quiffed head to poke out, someone else just as equally umpleasent stepped out.

"Yes, I will see you sometime tomorrow then, Eric." Headmaster Kirk followed my least favorite blonde out of his office, and waved him goodbye. So his name was Eric, was it? Jeese...just his name makes him sound like an ass hole. (No offense to all you peeps named Eric out there.) Eric shuffled a bit nervously out of the room, acting as though none of the rest of us were there. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked like he was...crying? What was going on? Was he being expelled? I almost scolded myself when I found that I was smiling at this thought. But then I remembered how awful he'd been to me, and the guilt immediately disappeared.

"So..." Headmaster Kirk turned around, his gap glaring down at us, his wig cocked just a bit to the side. I heard someone snort. Thankfully, they managed to disguise it as a sneeze. "For your detention today, I have decided to do something a bit different. Normally, I would simply have all of you sit in a supervised classroom and write an essay on your behavior." He paused for a moment and this gave me a second to look around at the other's reactions. I got a bit bored of listening to Kirk ramble on and started imagining what each of them was thinking, judging by the looks on their faces.

Mikey: "Oh...I hope he doesn't give us extra homework. I wanted to finish Memoirs of a Geisha tonight. Hehe...good thing I disguised it as Die Hard. Wouldn't want anyone to think I was gay or something. Haha...ha..."

Gerard: "Wonder if Mikey has any coffee left hidden in his room... How far would he go to protect it? I should probably bring a knife..."

Ray: "Oh god, his gap! It's like someone built a grand canyon in his mouth!"

Frankie: "Wonder if I could run fast enough to get out of here. Maybe I should hit him first. Yeah...he looks like he'd take a hit like a pussy."

Bob: "But there was that time I was five and I thought I saw a unicorn...Yeah, I tend to imagine things. I probably shouldn't say anything about the UFO that abducted me last night. It's probably just a side effect of the weed I did last week...Yeah..that's it. Haha...ha...ha..."

I randomly burst out laughing at myself. They all turned to look at me. "Erm, sorry...I just-I just thought...nevermind..." I sunk down into my chair.

"Ummm...anyways..." Kirk said, sounding rather miffed at my interruption. "You'll be helping out the janitor, Mr. Craven tonight. He has a bit of work for you to do around the building. I hope you haven't eaten dinner. The toilets can give you a rather weak stomach." He laughed at his own joke. We all just looked at eachother. He cleared his throat quickly, catching on that we didn't find his humor very amusing. "Yes, well...he's waiting outside my office for you. He'll tell you what to do. Run along."

We all stood up slowly out of our chairs and trudged out of the office. I groaned. I hadn't cleaned so much as my room in five years, let alone a whole building! I mean...just think of my bedroom. It's not like I pull out the feather duster every night, put on some pearls and heels and vaccum to shitty classical music. This is 2010, baby. Not the 60's. But, sure enough, my little janitor friend was waiting for us outside of the door, a large bin of cleaning supplies at his feet. He looked up from the Good Housekeeping magazine he was reading when we stepped out, and quickly stashed it behind some Mr. Clean in the bucket.

"Ahem...Hi, everyone." he cleared his throat a bit nervously. "Well...Headmaster Kirk has asked me to come up with some chores for each of you to do seperately, but erm...well...I think what I have to have you do is going to be kinda hard for one person, so I'm just gonna put you in pairs." We all looked at eachother and smiled. Either this janitor was clueless as to what sort of thing teenagers get up to when paired with a friend and told to go run around a deserted castle, or he was just being REALLY nice. He cleared his throat again and then said:

"So umm...why don't you two go together." He pointed to Ray and Mikey. "And...you with the brown hair...you can go with er...him..." This time he pointed at Frankie and Bob. That left...gulp... "Okay, and then you guys can partner up." I looked nervously over at Gerard, trying to put a casual grin on my face. He just smirked at me. I bit my lip and looked away, wondering why it felt like the room had suddenly grown about ten degrees hotter than before.

"Alright...the first pair of you can go to the West Wing and just...try to get to as many classrooms as you can. You'll be sweeping and scrubbing the tables down." The janitor continued, sending Ray and Mikey off towards the West Wing. "And...you, blondie. Yeah...you and your partner can go do the same thing in the East Wing. And you two..." he looked at me and Gerard as Bob and Frank wandered off to the other wing. "I think I'll have you two guys moving some boxes from the basement up to the headmaster's office."

Oh great...now I get to showcase my MASSIVE muscles. Sigh...I'll probably drop one going down the stairs, and just kill everyone on the way down. RIP, Gerard. Suddenly, someone was waving their hand in front of my face. I looked up from the spot I had been studying on the floor, and saw Gerard bending sideways to meet my eyes.

"You coming, or are you just gonna stand there and make me do all the work while you play Where's Waldo with the floor?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and quirking an eyebrow. I blushed. I knew he couldn't help it, but he just had this odd way of being seductive without trying. I shook it off and gave a short laugh.

"Haha...no, I'm coming." Mr. Craven pointed us in the direction of the door that led to the basement and told us to look for a stack of boxes with printing paper in them. Gerard opened the door, and swept his hand forward, down at the darkened stairs.

"Please...ladies first..." he said jokingly. It was meant as a snub to my manly aura, but he had no IDEA just how right he was. I brushed it off and came back with a little snub of my own.

"I know...that's why I'm waiting for you." I shoved him forward, through the door and he almost fell down the stairs. That's it, Blair...just go ahead and kill your friend. Way to go. He turned and waited for me to follow.

"You coming or what?" I looked past him and down at the pitch black darkness we would have to descend into. I gulped. I wasn't afraid of spiders...I wasn't afraid of heights...I wasn't even afraid of death. But, when it came to the dark... Well...let's just say I've slept with at least one light on since I was five. There's just something about being in a place where you can't see anything, and having to leave every sound up to the imagination. And usually, your imagination in the dark is rather umpleasent. But I nodded, and followed after Gerard.

I took it one step at a time, fighting the urge to run back upstairs as everything got darker and darker until I couldn't even see my hand a few inches from my face. I started to shiver. And not just because it was kind of chilly down there. "We'll have to find a light." I heard Gerard say somewhere ahead of me. "Too bad he didn't think to give us flashlights...Why do we even go to school here? It's run by a bunch of complete idiots."

"Gerard! Where are you?" I said anxiously, stumbling around blindly and looking for him. I heard him laugh somewhere, but he didn't respond. "Gerard?" My voice cracked in anxiety. Oh jeese! What? Was I going through puberty or something? The room fell silent. Not so much as a shuffle disturbed the eerie silence. The only sound was my heavy breathing. "Gerard, where are you?" I hissed, spinning around. There was no response. Oh no! I was going to die down here! I just knew it! And then I froze. I could sense no movement whatsoever. I could hear nothing. I could see nothing. All my senses had failed me, and I felt like I was about to cry. And then...

"BOO!"

I jumped backwards in complete terror and smashed into something warm and hard. I hit the floor, but it was softer, and whatever was beneath me let out a groan. I screamed and rolled off of it. Suddenly, a light flicked on. Gerard was standing, his hand clutched around the cord to the light bulb above me, and he was laughing. "You scream like a little girl!" he said breathlessly, letting go of the cord to clutch his sides. I kicked him in the shins, and he sank to the floor, not even caring that he was in pain. "You afraid of the dark, Mason?" he asked, trying to control his laughter. I glared at him.

"Hey, I'm sorry..." he said, grinning. "I didn't mean to offend you. It was just the perfect opportunity. I couldn't pass it up." I just shook my head.

"Well, then come on, Mr. Fearless, you telling me you aren't afraid of anything?" I challenged him, cocking my head to the side.

"Well, now that you mention it, I'm not actually afraid of anything." He said. Oh great...his ego was inflating as I spoke. I had to puncture this little "Macho Man" bubble quick before it got out of hand.

"Nothing? You're not afraid of anything?" He shook his head proudly, both of us still kneeling on the ground. He stood up and offered me his hand. I didn't take it, but got up myself. He smirked at me, and I felt any annoyance at his ego melt away. Oh god! I was being such a girl!

"Nothing...I am absolutely, POSITIVELY fearless." he said. Suddenly, something came around the corner.

"Hey guys..." was all it said, but Gerard screamed wildly and jumped ontop of me. I was almost crushed by his weight. Either that, or I was just REALLY weak. Sigh...knowing me, it was probably the second option. Once he caught my smug expression, he immediately got to his feet.

"Not afraid of anything, huh?" I said jauntily. "Yeah...I'll believe it when I see it. Hi, Paul." I waved at Mr. Craven who had been the one to come out from behind the corner.

"Is everything alright down here?" he asked, looking back and forth between me and Gerard. I just grinned and nodded.

"Yup...everything's fine..." I looked at Gerard and smirked. He flipped me off while Mr. Craven wasn't looking. After we assured Mr. Craven that nothing was actually going on down here, we started the task of carrying the heavy boxes up what seemed to be an endless flight of stairs. Just the first one was practically unberable. By the time we got to the top of the stairs to put them in a pile by the door, my knees were about ready to give way. Gerard laughed.

"Here..." he said, chuckling and taking the heavy box from my arms. He set it down by the rest. "You're just like my brother. Skinny as a post and with the muscles of one, too." I ignored him and retreated back down the stairs to go get another box. When we finally had all of them upstairs, it was time to move them into the headmaster's office. Gerard kicked the door open and peeked in. Clarette was still absent from her post at the desk, and even Kirk had left to go do something or another. We shrugged and started dragging the boxes into the empty waiting room.

Suddenly, I remembered that I was supposed to be poking around for Maggie. All the stuff with Gerard had taken my mind off things. I set my box down and looked nervously from the door to Kirk's office, and the door to the main office. It didn't look like anybody would be returning any time soon so I quickly shuffled over to Kirk's office and slipped in. The desk in the middle was spotless, and the chairs seemed to all be in place. "Umm...Mason? What are you doing?" I heard Gerard say in the other room. Oh yeah! How was I supposed to explain why I was snooping around the office?

"Ummm...I'm looking for...blackmail." I lied quickly, hoping he wouldn't be opposed to it. But instead, I heard him chuckle.

"Oh, sweet. You mind if I help? I would sure like to have something against this guy after all those years of him yelling at me not to run in the halls, and giving me detentions, and just having a gap. I mean...really? You can only look at that thing for so long." I thought for a moment. Actually...it might be helpful to have someone else looking with me. It might get things done faster. I mean...it's not like he had to KNOW exactly what it was I was after. I nodded.

"Yeah, sure...Just...look for anything that might be embarassing, or...I don't know...illegal." I thought I might as well throw that in there, just in case he came across something important. He didn't seem to notice my odd request, though, and immediately stepped into the room. I assesed the spotless desk. There was nothing on it but a jar of pens and pencils, his name plate, a pad of Post-It's, and an empty coffee cup. Gerard picked up the coffee cup first and looked at it forlornly, turning it to show me there was nothing left but cold, black dregs.

"Put it down..." I sighed. After he rested the mug back in the brown, cup shaped stain it had made on the desk, I opened the top drawer quietly and peeked inside. "Oh my god..." I said in disgust, slamming the drawer shut and making gagging noises. Gerard looked over from where he was opening a filing cabinet.

"What?" he asked curiously, sliding the cabinet closed and walking over to see what my disgust was directed at. I shook my head, and pointed at the drawer I had just slammed shut. He slid it open slowly, and took a careful look inside. I saw his eyes bug as well, but instead, he reached in. "Oh wow...meet Kirk Junior." he said, lifting his hand out of the drawer and holding the object at arm's length. For in his fingers he gingerly held up a large, purple vibrator. "Party's over, Kirk..." he said, laughing and dumping the batteries into the trashcan. He quickly put the vibrator back in the desk. "Let's leave that drawer alone. I don't want to contract Syphylis, or Asshole Disorder, or something."

I nodded frivilously and pulled open the other top drawer, groaning as I saw the contents. It was stuffed full of manilla envelopes, all addressed in red permanent marker to St. James. I grabbed one off the top of the mountainous pile and opened the flap, pulling out a piece of neatly folded paper. I muttered the words on it to myself as I read it over. Gerard poked his head over my shoulder. "What is it?" he asked, looking down at the black lettering on the top of the page.

"I think it's from a bank..." I said, turning the page over, only to find that it was blank. "Yeah...looks like a bill. And from the looks of it, not very many of these were paid. This one says it's like the final warning for them to pay the amount due." I glanced down at the total amount that was supposed to be sent in, and gasped.

"What?" Gerard asked anxiously, craning his neck over my shoulder and trying to see the smaller print. I pointed to the impossibly high number. "Oh my god! Thirty thousand dollars in debt? What the hell? How in fucking hell can you get that much in debt? There's no fucking way we'll ever be able to pay that back!" Gerard exclaimed, not bothering to lower his voice as he cursed loudly. I shushed him quickly, using my hand to cover his mouth.

"Shhh! What if someone heard?" I hissed, looking around nervously. Suddenly, we heard a door swing open in the main office.

"-talk in my office, why don't we? We'll be able to get everything settled in there. I think you'll be pleased with the amount I have managed to scrape up." We caught the end of Kirk's conversation with a mystery person. "Oh! Looks like the boys finally got the boxes up. Good, good..." I looked at Gerard with my eyes as wide as saucers, only to find that his reflected the same kind of earnest. We heard double sets of footsteps towards the door, and quickly scrambled under the desk, curling up in the farthest corner away from where Kirk would sit. I was so nervous, I couldn't contain my next exclamation when I noticed we had left the drawer open.

"Oh my god, the-!" Gerard covered my mouth swiftly with his hand and shut the opened drawer before pulling me back so that we were both huddled in the corner. In fact, I was practically in his lap. I gulped, trying not to get preoccupied with his closeness. I had more important things to worry about right now. Like the fact that the headmaster's nasty feet were about to be approximately five inches from my face!

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. I squirmed nervously, Gerard's hand still over my mouth. It was probably a good thing that it was, too. I was about ready to let out a squeal of pain because Gerard's shoe was digging into my shin. He moved it when he noticed, whispering a quick sorry.

"Yes, please take a seat, Tom." Headmaster Kirk said, his feet coming around to stand behind his desk. He pulled out the rolling chair he usually sat in and plopped down, scooting closer towards the desk and crossing his legs. His pant legs creased up a bit, revealing shin high socks with little kittens all over them. I pressed Gerard's hand harder against my mouth to keep myself from laughing. He too, was trying with all his might to contain his chuckling. "So..." the Headmaster continued, "I have come up with an amount of money that I think will subside you until the rest of my debt can be paid off." There was a brief pause.

"How much exactly?" the man he was talking to asked from the other side of the desk where he was sitting. There was a rustling sound, and Kirk suddenly opened a drawer to his left. He was frighteningly close to dipping his head JUST low enough to see a us. I braced myself for the worst, but it never came. He simply pulled an envelope out, and straightened back up. Both me and Gerard sighed quietly with relief, and I could feel myself getting a bit less tense.

"Take a look for yourself." Kirk said, and there was the sound of someone ripping open the envelope. There was another short pause, and we could hear the man muttering numbers to himself. He must've been counting the money in the envelope.

"There's well over ten thousand dollars in here! You're comfortable keeping such a large amount in just an envelope?" The man said in awe.

"Actaully, there's sixteen thousand dollars in there. I had it in a safe in the basement before, but I moved it up here about half an hour ago so that I could hand it over easily." Kirk said. "So...I believe that will cover it for now, will it not, Tom?"

"Well, yes...I suppose it would. But might I ask sir...where on Earth did you aqquire such a large amount of money?" Kirk scooted away from the desk, and stood up, pushing the chair so far in, it was half an inch from smashing into my nose. Both me and Gerard cringed back immediately.

"Oh, Tom. What are you suggesting? That I sold my liver on the black market? Ridiculous. We've simply had many new students lately. Just enough that I've been able to scrape up some extra dough to pay my debt." Either it was just me, or Kirk sounded a little TOO defensive for my liking. It was a bit strange that someone had just come up with over fifteen thousand dollars in CASH. It's not something that happened everyday. The man named Tom must've stood up too, for there was a shuffling sound, and soon both him and Kirk were exiting the room.

"Oh, of course not, sir. I was merely curious." Tom said, his voice fading as he left. The door shut, and Gerard released his grip on my mouth. We both sighed loudly in immense relief. And then we started laughing quietly, remembering Kirk's kitten socks.

"Man..." I said, giggling, "I used to wear kitten socks when I was like...SIX." I laughed for a minute, before realizing that little boys probably didn't wear kitten socks. But Gerard laughed, too.

"Um...you were a very metro little boy, weren't you?" he asked good naturedly. I just shrugged. Suddenly, I noticed that I was still practically ontop of him, and I quickly climed off, feeling embarassed.

"Come on...let's get out of here while we still have a chance." We crawled out from under the desk, and quickly made our way across the room, carefully opening the door, and slipping out. We were closing the door, when we heard a voice behind us.

"Boys?" We turned and saw a rather stunned looking Clarette sitting at her desk. We weren't quite sure what to say. Would she tell on us? We stuttered out random nothings for a moment, looking nervously at eachother the whole time, before she let out one of those little french sounding giggles. "Oh you really are quite the trouble-makers, aren't you, dears? Well...I won't tell if you don't." She winked at us. We spluttered thank yous, stunned that she would be so...go with the flow. "Now hurry up and get out of here before they come back. You're supposed to be in detention."

We said another thankyou, and quickly ran from the room. Once we were outside, we stopped by our pillar and sank down to the floor. A though occured to me while we sat there in silence, catching our breath. "Where do really think he got all that money?" I asked, leaning my head back against the sturdy pillar. Gerard was laying on the floor.

"Who cares? Where do you think he got those socks? His grandma?" He chuckled half-heartedly. I yawned and pulled out my phone and turned it on to check the time. It was only 6:30, but I was exauhsted. It had been a long, and interesting day. Suddenly, I noticed that I had a message from Maggie. I turned the volume down on my phone and looked at Gerard. He was lying face up with his eyes closed, humming the tune to Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns and Roses. I placed the phone up to my ear, and played the message.

"Umm...hey, Blair, got your message. And...might I just say? What the hell are you talking about? First of all, who did you screw? And more importantly...why didn't you get ME a Whopper too, bitch? But, anyways...I know you told me not to call you, but since when do I listen? Your phone's off, so... What did you find? Tell me you found something! I gotta go. Me and Devon are trying get some free tacos from this Mexican in a stand we found in the middle of nowhere. Well, bye!"

I groaned, causing Gerard to crack an eye open and look at me quizically. I shook my head. "I just got a message from my mom is all. Making sure I packed extra underwear." He laughed. Huh...I was getting better at this whole cover story thing. I looked back at my phone and opened up a fresh page to text.

Mag, chill. I didnt rlly go 2 BK. My roomie walked in. Srry. ;D Found out Kirk's in major debt. Came up with alot of $$, though. Fishy 2 me. Call later 4 more details. 2 hard 2 explain in txt. Luv U!

Blair

I sent the message, and resumed the peacefull silence. It was about five minutes until everyone else showed up. Ray and Mikey returned first, looking soar from all the chores, and smelling strongly of chemicals. "You guys got it SO easy! Carrying a couple freaking boxes up the stairs? We had to slave over desks and floors, you lazy asses." Mikey said, coming to plop next to me. Ray remained standing. A few minutes later, Bob and Frankie turned up, too.

"I don't know why anyone would wanna do that for a living." Frankie said in an agitated voice. "I mean...other than the fact that you pretty much get high off of Windex, you just scrub some floors and desks." He swayed slightly. I wondered how much time they had actually spent cleaning, and how much time they had spent inhaling fumes and making concoctions instead. Paul soon hauled himself up from the basement where he had been apparently laying mouse traps.

"Alright, guys...you can probably head back to your rooms now. Think everything's all finished. Thanks for the help." He grabbed his bucket of cleaning supplies, and started walking towards the West Wing, probably headed to my signature supply closet. I heard my stomach growl.

"Great...we spent all night tidying up this place, and now we get to go to bed hungry. Ugh...I feel like I could eat a horse." I groaned, rubbing my empty stomach. I needed FOOD! You know me, I can only go so long without eating something processed in factory. Like...Cheeto's for example. I would give anything for a bag of Cheetos right about now. We were all standing up and debating whether to go find a wandering student to sacrifice and roast because we were so hungry, when the door to the office opened, and Clarette peeked out.

When she assesed that we were the only one's in the hall, she quickly hurried out, a box clutched in her arms. She clicked over to us in her stilettos, grinning. "Alright..." she said in that thick French accent of hers, "I know you were supposed to miss dinner hour, but I just can't stand to have you go hungry, darlings." She grinned widely, and handed us the box. "They have just TERRIBLE food here. It makes me miss my mother's cooking SO very much. So, when I heard that you would be going without your dinners, the part in me that is like my mother just HAD to throw something together for you."

We looked inside the box. There, packed neatly inside, was a wide array of food that actually looked...edible. A dozen wrapped sanwhiches of all kinds were piled inside, as well as a large bag of potato chips, a paper bowl of yummy looking fruit salad, and a plate of strange, but delicious looking cookies. "The cookies are my mother's special recipe. Hazelnut Creme cookies. They are fabulous." Clarette said. I was beginning to really like this skinny French chick. "I hope you enjoy, but I have to get back to work. Good night, darlings." And she left us with our big box of delicious food. We all looked at eachother in awe.

"Yeah...remind me to get her to come back to my house next summer and cook for us." Bob said, picking up a sandwich. "My mom can't make ICE." We all laughed.

"Yeah, Bob...Because COOKING is ALL you would want her to do." Frank said sarcastically, looking for a sandwhich without meat. We all laughed even harder at that. I looked around.

"Hey, we'd better go eat this somewhere else. I really don't feel like having Kirk or someone steal my cookies." Everyone agreed with my proclamation, and we all tried to think of a good place to go.

"Hey!" Bob said suddenly, looking almost excited that he could help, "When I got lost this morning on my way down to breakfast, I found this weird old, deserted library place on the second floor past all the teacher's rooms. We could eat there." We all stood up immediately, eager to chow down. We practically ran up the steps, and to the left, past all the teacher's rooms, finally coming to a stop at an empty room. Walking in, I noticed that it really did look like a deserted library.

It had pale yellow walls, with book shelves lining them. A couple round tables were scattered across the floor, with wooden chairs waiting to be sat in. There weren't very many books up here, but there were a few. I wondered why the school would have two libraries. Gerard picked up a book off the shelf.

"A History of Black Magic..." he read aloud, studying the plain black binding with curly gold lettering on it. "This must be like a collection of banned books, or something." He said, looking at the other ones which were about many other gruesome things. Like serial killers. I picked up one.

"Dare Truth or Promise?" I said. "Oh, hey! I've read this! It's about this girl who likes theater, and she falls in love with this other girl, and they have to play lovers in this one play because they go to an all girl's school. It's really good." I said, wondering why they would ban a book like this. There was nothing gruesome about it at all. But everyone was now too preoccupied with the food. I shrugged, and tucked the book under my arm before going over and starting to devour the food as well.

Two turkey sandwhiches, about three cookies, and a good helping of chips later, me and Mikey were trudging back into our room. We had already dropped the others off at theirs. I was just about to unlock the door, when I noticed that I yellow flyer had been taped to it. I tore it off and began to read the large, black print, Mikey poking his head over my shoulder to see.

Costume Dance
Tomorrow, at 7 pm, we will be having our annual costume dance with St. Bridget's School for Girls
Costumes aren't mandatory, but are appreciated
Dinner will be served with the girls from St. Bridget's as our guests for the meal. A special feast will be prepared
The dance will be held outdoors in the back of the school grounds in a designated area
Students will be allowed to leave the grounds tomorrow at break hour to get costumes because of the short notice

"Huh...I forgot about that..." Mikey said. " They have that dance every year. It's pretty much the only thing fun we do all year. We should all go as cross-dressers. Wouldn't that be funny?" He laughed. I didn't even bother to pretend to laugh at that one. I opened the door and walked in.

"Umm...we'll figure it out tomorrow. You wanna come with me to find a costume?" I asked. I wanted someone to come with me. He nodded. I was climbing onto my bed when he asked me something a bit random.

"Hey, where's Gerard?" I looked at him, puzzled.

"Umm...well, we dropped him off at his room a couple minutes ago. I guess...I assume that's where he would be." I said. Mikey looked around nervously, and then rushed over to the dresser, pulling a drawer open and rustling through some shirts. "Ummm, Mikey? What are you doing, exactly?" He suddenly pulled back, holding a large, red tin of coffee. He cradled it under his arm, and then extracted a coffee maker from his suitcase, plugging it in. I raised my eyebrows as he pulled out a mug, too. Wow...he comes prepared. "Um...why do you have a large pot of coff-"

He cut me off before I could say coffee, waving his hands urgently and jumping up off the ground. "Do NOT say the C word." he said, looking around as though God himself were about to strike him down with lightening for even bringing it up. "You never know when Gerard might be listening." I rolled my eyes.

"Is he really THAT obsessed with coff-Sorry...er...that drink?" I asked, forgetting that the C word was now forbidden. Mikey nodded his head in earnest.

"Really, you have no idea what that boy will do to get some of this stuff. But...while I making some, would you care for a mug?" He pulled out another mug and held it up. Jeese, what did he do? Just pack a whole Starbucks in his bag, or something? I peeked down from the bunk, trying to see like...a little counter and a cashier in his bag. I shook my head eventually. Like I said...I wasn't really a coffee person. Mikey shrugged. "Suit yourself..."

He set the mug down, and turned on the machine, cracking the tin of coffee open quietly. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Mikey, looked up, startled. "Oh my god, it's him!" he yelled, knocking coffee all over the floor. "Holy shit, he can smell it!" He tried frantically to scrape the coffee back into the pot. While he was freaking out, I rolled my eyes and went to go answer the door. It was only Frank, asking if we wanted to go costume shopping tomorrow with everyone else. I told him yes, and noticing Mikey scrambling to hide under the bed, decided to tease him.

"Hurry, Mikey! He's coming for you!" I shut the door and ran to where he was hiding. I bent over to see him hiding under the bed. "I don't know if he's gone, but I managed to shut the door in time. You might have to stay up all night just to be sure he doesn't come in and strangle you, though." I teased. Then I stood up and crawled onto my bunk, waiting for him to start laughing at my joke. But then...five minutes passed. And then ten...

"Mikey...you're not really gonna stay under there and stay up all night right, 'cause it was just Frank who was at the door." I told him. There was a long pause.

"Er...yeah, I knew that. I was just...counting the dust bunnies." he said, shifting out from under the bunk. I just looked at him pointedly and rolled over. Ah...what a loser. Exactly the kind of person I would hang out with. Hehe...

A/N: Eh...I'm not too pleased with this chapter, but it's sort of a filler, and sort of important. Bet you can't wait to see what's gonna happen at the costume ball! You'll just have to wait. And review...REVIEW.

Ahem...please take a moment of silence in memory of Michael Jackson. He was my homeslice, and today is the one year anniversary of his death. So...respect the king. RIP MJ