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Part 9: Pink elephants and lust by Silent Neville Richard looked from Tim to Paul and back again. "I don't want anything to do with this," he announced in a wavering voice. "My mum'd kill me if she found out about it!" "Don't be such a wuss, Rich," Paul scoffed, sorting out the pills that remained. "Who's going to tell her?" "What if someone finds us? What if one of us gets sick? What if ..." "Jesus Christ! All right, Rich, if you don't want any then go and keep a lookout in case Ms Asexual Reproduction comes back - and keep Wendy away from us!" Tim said. Richard didn't look happy, but he did as he was told. Tim flicked the lighter and lit the joint he'd rolled, inhaling deeply. "Wonder whose stuff this is," he mused, feeling the rush almost immediately. "It's damn good - must have cost a fortune!" "Who gives a fuck?" Paul said bluntly, his eyes unfocused and dreamy. "They shouldn't have left it where we could find it!" He grinned as out of the corner of his eye a flash of pink appeared. "Ohhhh, that's pretty ... an elephant!" "What? I don't see anything," Tim said, looking around dazedly. There was a haze of smoke in the shed from the joint, and both their heads were beginning to spin. "'Course you can, it's right there!" Paul pointed, and giggled as the elephant suddenly split into three, sprouted wings and began to fly. "They're so cute!" "You're smashed, Paul," Tim announced. "What did you take, anyway?" "Am not," Paul argued. "I only had some of ... some of ... those pills - WOW! Look at that!" He stared intently at a small leaf that was lying on the ground. "That's fantastic!" Tim shook his head and stumbled over to where Paul was, banging into him. They fell over each other and ended up in a tangle of limbs on the ground, laughing their heads off. "Hey Paul ..." Tim gasped, finally managing to sit up. "I think ... I remember ... who this stuff ... belongs to!" "Who?" Paul wheezed, using Tim's body to haul himself into a sitting position. He didn't move away when he was upright, his body brushing against Tim's when he moved. "The Meat Heads!" Tim said triumphantly. "Stiffy, Scrumpy and Bunty!" "Oh shit," Paul giggled. "If they find out we've taken their stuff, we're dead!" He found this hilariously funny - plus the elephants were now paired off and doing the tango in midair. Tim nodded, a huge silly grin on his face. "So we have to keep our mouths shut," he said in a loud whisper. "Rich too!" "Righto," Paul said loudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth and looked around. "Sorry," he whispered, then giggled again. "I feel funny," he said. "Like how?" Tim asked, looking at him. Paul met his eyes and went a bit red. "Umm ... never mind," he mumbled, looking away. "It doesn't matter. Come on, we should get back to work before that bloody teacher catches us - or Wendy hurts Richard!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile ... Rich stood outside and shivered in the cold wind, listening to the giggling of the other two inside. Why do I always end up doing this? he asked himself miserably. Do I have "lookout" written on my forehead in neon or something? Sometimes Rich wished he wasn't such a goody-two-shoes - he wanted to be able to have fun like Tim and Paul, but whenever he decided to cut loose a bit, he heard his mother's voice in the back of his head. "Richard Allan Fidler!" she'd shriek, in THAT voice. "What do you think you're doing! Your dear grandmother would turn over in her grave if she heard about this!" Then Rich would hear the disappointed voice of his father: "Rich, I never would have thought you'd do something like this. I expect it from Tim and Paul, but you're a good boy ..." "I HATE being a good boy all the time," Rich muttered into the wind. "I want to be BAD for a change!" "Talking to yourself again, Fidler?" Wendy appeared from around the corner, a nasty grin on her face. "That's the first sign of madness, you know." "Shut up Wendy," Rich said sullenly. "What are you doing here? We're cleaning up this area." "Doesn't look like it to me," Wendy said, looking around. "Where are the other two?" There was more giggling from inside the shed. Wendy tried to open the door and see inside, but Richard stopped her. "Get out of it," he ordered. "You're not going in there!" "Try and stop me," Wendy challenged, flicking her hair into his face. Rich spat out a mouthful of hair and glared at her. "You think you're so tough, Harmer, but you're just a girl!" he taunted. "Now rack off!" "Make me," Wendy said firmly, staying where she was. She glared back, and Rich stepped forward until they were nose to nose. "You're not scaring me, Fidler." Rich stared into her eyes, and got a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to look away but couldn't. "Oh, yeah?" he sneered, though the venom was dying from his voice. "Bet I could if I wanted to." "Bet you couldn't," Wendy threw back, breathing heavily. Something glinted in her eyes. |
