Falling

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Jorge was the school's caretaker and everyone liked him. With his bubbly attitude and random pieces of spanish vocabulary thrown into his talk, it was difficult not to like the man.

Brenda especially was very close with him, having landed herself numerous detentions for making a mess she had got to know him quite well during her 'punishment time', and even had coffees with him outside of school so they could chat.

When the four entered the hall, Jorge was in there with a set of mops and buckets, his hands on his hips and an annoyed expression on his face that all of them could see he was using to conceal his amusement.

"Afternoon Jorge!" Brenda greeted him, picking her way between the piles of pink and purple bubbles to embrace the Janitor.

"Incredibly brightly coloured mess you've managed to create this time hermanos," he rolled his eyes "and I'm not even going to ask where the firecrackers came from!"

"Trade secret," Teresa tapped her nose and winked, making them all laugh. Even Minho didn't know where she had got them from.

Minho walked forwards with one arm hung over Thomas's shoulder.
"Jorge meet Thomas, he's our new greenie."

"Greenie?" Thomas questioned.
"Newbie, newest recruit to our friend gang." Teresa explained, laughing,
Thomas made an 'oh' face and then held his hand out to Jorge.

"Great to meet you!" Jorge clasped his hand and shook it firmly "I expect we'll be getting to know each other quite well, seeing you're hanging around with this lot." he said, amusement twinkling behind his eyes.

Minho clasped a hand over his mouth in fake shock "You make it sound as if we're criminals!"

"Not criminals, just troublemakers," Jorge said, handing them each a mop and bucket and a cloth.

Minho laughed in agreement as he took his share of the cleaning equipment and set to work clearing the bubbles and now soggy paper streamers.

Mopping was easy and they were finished within the hour, waiting for the floor to dry so it could be swept. Minho and Jorge were now engaged in a rapid and fast paced sword fight using the mop handles, while the others watched in amusement.

As Minho blocked Jorge's swipe he returned it with his own jab and almost lost his balance. While the boy was trying not to fall over, Jorge dodged his attack and skewered him in the shoulder with his mop handle.

Minho, keeping to the part, fell to his knees in mock agony, dramatically clutching the blade of the 'sword' and slipped the mop in between his arm and chest, pulling it in dramatically while letting out groans of pain.

"Jorge..." he fell backwards onto the floor "You wound me... my life is fading... tell-" he convulsed in a fit of fake coughing "tell my wife I love her-" and with that he went limp, his head rolling to one side.

Brenda had to stifle a laugh as she filmed the scene. She had told Minho many a time that he should join the drama club with her and that he would enjoy it, but he had always said no. She would have to try again, she decided.

At that moment, Minho heaved a great breath, his back arching up off the floor and he lept upwards at Jorge. The two fought with hands for a moment before Minho knocked Jorge to the floor (making sure not to actually hurt him) and pinned his arms down.
Minho's breathing was ragged and hoarse as he leaned down to Jorge and roared in true Shakespearien fashion.
"T'WAS BUT A SCRATCH!" he opened his arms out, staring dramatically at the ceiling.
"THE HEAVENS ARE ON MY SIDE, YOU PUNY HUMAN! FOR I AM A GOD!"

Jorge just looked up in shock at Minho's acting skills, who looked back down at him with a sneer.
"You really thought you had a chance." and he threw a fake punch to the side of Jorge's head, who acted unconscious.