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Part 8: The boys do yard duty by Paul Wang "It's f---ing freezing !" Paul grizzled "Well it's YOUR fault Paul" Tim snorted back "Well you're the one who put a fart cushion on her chair !" Paul replied "Yeah, well you're the one who tried to put nair in Wendy's hair !" Tim reminded him "Well it was your nair Ferguson...what the f--- where you going to do with it anyway ?" Tim blushed and looked away. "Shut up the pair of you !" Rich groaned morosely "I didn't do anything wrong and I still have to do yard duty" Paul and Tim giggled. Rich traipsed along ahead. "Hello boys !" The trio stopped and looked. Wendy was standing hands on hips. She stuck out her tongue and turned away. As she did, Paul giggled as he noticed the missing patches of hair at the back of her head. �Serves her right for shaving off my pubes !' he thought Just then it began to rain, a horrible sleet..with an icy cold wind. They saw Mrs Asexual Reproduction and boy she looked angry ! "Please can we do yard duty another day ?" Rich begged "I'm so cold" "No !! With your vile behaviour you can do yard duty tomorrow as well ! And Fidler..you clean up the Quadrangle...Ferguson and McDermott..you clean up around the oval and shelter sheds ! Now go !" They marched off in separate directions. Richard went to the quandrangle, whereas Paul and Tim headed towards the shelter sheds. Richard turned around as a piece of very rotten fruit hit him on the back of head, shattering into a horrible sticky mass stuck in his hair. He struggled to extract it. He heard giggling coming from around the corner and he knew who it was, bloody Wendy again. "f--- you Wendy !" he yelled "Oh God you're so cute when your angry !" she exclaimed Richard blushed furiously "Really ?" "Nah" she said and ran away. Poor Richie shook his head, trying to dislodge more fruit and began picking up papers. He would have to work extra hard, he knew that those other idiots had no intention of helping. Meanwhile Tim and Paul sat in the shelter sheds. By this time Paul was shivering uncontrollably. Tim was busy vandalising a wall, drawing a hideous cartoon impression of himself. "I need to go to the dunny" Paul announced "God, you went five minutes ago..what's the matter do you have wee-ahorrea or something ?" "It's the cold.." Paul complained teeth chattering. "Well piss off then !" Tim giggled at his stupid joke "It's too far and it's raining" Paul wailed Just then he got a bright idea, seeing a hole that someone had kicked in the outside wall of the shelter shed he stood up and decided to piss through it. Tim giggled coming over to stand next to him. "See how far you can piss" he suggested "Okay, here goes" Paul laughed Paul relaxed the sphincter muscle around his bladder for a moment, but then he became aware of Tim's stare. "What are you looking at ?" he demanded "I um..err..was just checking to see on how your injury was ...err...healing.." Paul raised one eyebrow quizzically. He was beginning to feel all funny. There was a strange tingling all over when he looked back at Tim. "So, what do you think ?" Paul asked softy "Um..well..it still..looks a bit swollen..." Tim replied huskily Just then they heard Richard calling them in the distance. Tim turned a lovely shade of beetroot and moved away from Paul. Paul relaxed and began to empty his bladder, right at the moment that Rich appeared around the back of the shelter sheds. "f--- ! What the hell did you squirt on me ?" Paul hurriedly finished and sat down innocently on the bench. "What have you two been doing ?" Rich demanded "Nuth'n" Tim replied a little too forcibly, he was still blushing. "Fine ! Don't tell me...I don't care !" Richard complained and sat down besides Paul "I know what you haven't been doing and that's picking up papers !" Paul and Tim looked at each other but said nothing. Richard noticed that something was sticking into his back. He turned around and extracted a plastic bag that had been sandwiched between two planks of the shelter shed. "What's in there ?" Paul asked excitedly Tim came over and peered into the bag. "Hmm, not very interesting" said Rich discarding it "Just a few mixed herbs, cigarette papers and somebody's pills." Paul grabbed the bag from the seat extracted the pill box and downed a handful of tablets. "Richard you idiot ! These are drugs !" Tim exclaimed "Oh" "Paul, do you think that you should be taking that many ?" Tim asked with concern as his long fingers deftly rolling a joint. "Nah, she'll be right" "Oh God, I hope so" Richard panicked. |
