Author's Notes: Alright, yes, I've been on hiatus, but for good cause! I just finished my last year of high school, and I was spending my time freaking out and studying for exams to make sure that it really IS my last year!But my exams ended a few weeks ago,and my sister, my mom and I left directly afterward to spend the weekend shopping in the States (I'm Canadian), and after purchasing a lot of stuff with Johnny Depp's face on it (including 21 JUMP STREET : Season 1!!!) since then, I've been a little preocccupied with other stuff while trying to write this chapter (including starting another story),so I know this chapter is pretty short, but the next one will be a lot better, I promise.
Now, where were we?
Ah, yes...
Chapter Seventeen: Four Are Havin' Fun, One's On The Run
Connie, Nick, and Kyle all looked down at Daf, who smiled, and took the bobbi pin out of the lock.
"I think I got it," she said.
"Alright then, 'scuse me..." said Nick, as he squatted in front of the drawer and nudged Daf out of the way."Let's just see what old man Vernon's got locked away in his secret little hiding place..."
"Wait," said Daf, putting a hand on Nick's arm."Are we sure we wanna know what's in there? I mean, if he's got the drawer locked, then he might not want people to see it for a reason."
"Meaning...?" asked Kyle.
"I dunno, there could be somethin' sick in there," Daf suggested.
"Like Playboys that he confiscated?" Connie suggested.
Nick and Kyle glanced at each other.
"Nick, open the damn drawer," said Kyle.
"Yes, sir!" Nick replied, smirking.
"But what if he didn't confiscate them?" Daf asked.
Just as he was starting to pull the drawer open, Nick stopped.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well..." Daf began, looking uneasy. "What if they're...y'know...his?"
An uneasy silence suddenly came over them as they all glanced at each other, then grimaced.
"Ewwww...!" they chorused.
The ceiling tile fell to the floor, and Sean smiled.
Climbing the rest of the way up the book case, Sean suddenly looked down at the first floor of the library.
He knew that the other four had left, he had heard them planning to open the drawer in Vernon's desk, he also thought it was a pretty pathetic idea.
For a so - called rebel, Harrison sure gets kicks outta really lame stuff, Sean thought. Here I am, hanging onto a book shelf, making a hole in the ceeiling, trying to get outta this place, and he wants to open a locked drawer!
Still, it woulda been nice if they would've at least asked him if he wanted to come...
Ah, who needs their shit, anyway? he thought, as he climbed up into the hollow space. Nick's the friggin' God Of Detention for making Vernon's life a living hell...although, I guess his methods are pretty interesting...Connie's worshipped because her old man used to make Vernon's life a living hell, Daf's just a bitch who THINKS she should be worshipped, thereby making MY life a living hell...and Kyle's just a dweeb.
...Actually, it's a wonder that I'm the only one around here who seems to have his priorities straight, he thought...the first one being, getting the hell outta this dump.
"...Or whorehouse, as long as Daf's in here," he grumbled to himself, as he crawled forward, on his knees and elbows.
The air vent suddenly split off into two directions, and Sean looked from left to right.
"Oy vey..." he muttered, looking from left to right."Decisions,decisions...OK, OK...eeny meeny miney mo, catch a nerdo by his toe, if he hollers, tell him no, eeny meeny miney mo."
His gaze had landed on the left side. So Sean shrugged to himself (as much as he could in the tiny, limited space), and headed to the left.
"OK...so what've we got?" Connie asked, as Nick looked through the drawer.
"Well...we were wrong about the Playboy..." Nick told them.
"Oh, thank God!" Daf muttered.
"...Cuz it looks like Vernon's strictly a Penthouse man," he finished.
"...So, what does that mean, he's looking for a house or something?" Daf asked.
The other three all stared at her, then Nick handed her the magazine.
"Oh, eww!"Daf squealed.
"Wow..." said Kyle, looking through the drawer "...he's got a whole stack of 'em in here!"
Nick took another one out and flipped through it.
"Huh..." he muttered. "I don't think I have this issue..."
He slipped the magazine into his jacket, but then noticed the other three staring at him.
"Oh, come on!" he said. "Trust me, Vernon's got enough ammo in here to feel sexually stable for at least the next six months!"
"Ok, one: I can't believe you called it 'ammo'," Connie began,"and two, I also can't believe you put the words 'Vernon' and 'sexually stimulated' in the same sentence."
"Yeah well, this is only assuming that Vernon recovers from that Ex - lax, eventually," said Kyle "...geez man, how much did you give him?"
"Trust me, at his age, it doesn't take much," Nick replied, with a grin.
"OK, can we please stop talking about Vernon's erectile dysfunction...?!" Daf pleaded.
"Well, we weren't actually calling it 'eretcile dysfunction'," said Kyle.
"Yeah, that's just gross!" Nick added, smirking, then he frowned.
"What is it?" Connie asked.
Nick, who had been feeling around the bottom of the drawer for any other magazines, photos, or other bits of entertainment, turned and looked inside the drawer.
"...This drawer has a false bottom," he said.
"A false bottom?" Daf asked.
"Yeah, y'know, a bottom that's false?" Nick asked, sarcastically.
"Well, what's down there?" Kyle asked.
Nick lifted up the small wooden board, not taking it out of the drawer, and peered into the secret compartment, then he reached in, and pulled out a mysterious object.
"...Huh," he muttered.
DUNH DUNH DUUUUUUUNH!!!!
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