Love in the Closet
Chapter 3: Nosy Cracks
During their closet orgy, Marshmallow was thinking about one of his dear friends—Milk Dud. They got along super well n' stuff because they both loved anything to do with the army. It was like they were meant to be. And while he was playing with himself, he thought he might send him a sexy picture to come and join the three of them—himself, Peaches, and Janitor Johnson—in the closet. After all, the more the merrier.
Marshmallow dispatched the message post haste knowing that now that it was third lunch, he'd be able to receive it. Now that their sophomore year had started, they all somehow had the same lunch. Well, all except for Cinnamon Buns, but he'd ditched them to pretend to be normal and have a girlfriend. Honestly, everyone knew the truth and it was futile for him to commit such an atrocious act.
CB abandoned his true friends for something as fake as Kim Kardashian's boney ass. What a milquetoast.
Oh well. They'd get their friend back. No way in hell were they going to do it legally, though.
Just then—a knock on the door. Marshmallow opened it up and Milk Dud was standing right there. He kissed him on the lips immediately and pulled him inside.
Several passion-filled minutes went by and the temperature in the small little closet was sweltering.
After an afternoon delight with Peaches, Janitor Johnson decided, "Okay, boys, I'm gonna crack the door open. Everybody should be in fifth period by now. The chances of someone coming by are slim and I'm going to die if I don't get some fresh air."
But that was the worst thing he could've done. Because Strawberry, one of the administrators, has a nose for these types of smells that emanate from love-making closets. And once he opened that door, the smell reached her nose in a matter of seconds.
Hoping to catch some delinquent teenagers inappropriately behaving, Strawberry marched determinedly out of her office. (She was wearing this weird outfit that was like a shirt and skirt combo that everyone was clueless as to where she'd bought it. Craig's List, perhaps?)
She heard the muffled moaning coming from the janitor's closet. Typical. How predictable teenagers were. They were getting worse than dress coded today, that was certain.
Secretly wanting to watch, she poked her head in the door which they'd foolishly left ajar. What she saw was beyond description. Was she dreaming? What the hell was Janitor Johnson doing with these three boys? One of the boys screamed when he saw her gawking at them. She consequently got a face full of a warm sticky liquid—Karma does that to you, folks—and then she fainted.
"What now?" asked Milk Dud, the one who had caused her to collapse.
All Peaches had to offer on the subject was a funky shrug.
Janitor Johnson stared at his colleague in disbelief. She knew too much now. What was he going to do? If he got fired for this he wouldn't be hired anywhere else and he'd have a permanent stain on his janitorial records. Finally, he came up with a plan.
"I know what to do." His lovers looked curiously up at him. "We ship her to Chile."