Baby Blues In A Bathroom Hue

Today was just one of the days that Charlie Spring wished he didn't exist.

It had already started off minging, an argument with his mother (story of his life) the night before and then a car speeding past the school and drenching him head to toe in water from last night's rain as he left the bus.

It was then followed up by a series of mishaps in the changing rooms where he'd forgotten his pants (twice), was late to homeroom and got marked for it, couldn't answer a question he knew off by heart in Maths and worse of all, Mr Ajayi was off with the flu and that meant no Art Room to hide in from the foreseeable future.

Honestly, just eviscerate him now. Fuck the exams, he needed a reset and stat. Thank god for Tao, Issac and lunch break. He never usually looked forward to being thrown out the back doors and onto the fields, but today, he was literally begging the clock to go faster.

When it finally did strike the right number and everyone was released, he couldn't get though the crush of the crowd fast enough, hordes of students blocking his line of sight as he tried to find a way out to the door without much pushing. However, the plan suddenly changed in an instant when two things happened that he didn't cause or control.

One, his hand was grabbed from somewhere and two, he was pulled. Violently.

He suddenly found himself being yanked backwards like he was on a bungee cord and dragged into the bathroom, feet digging into the ground and struggling as he panicked, thinking he was about to be jumped or worse, well, he didn't want to think about worse. Worse was like what happened with him and Ben and he could feel his entire chest struggling to contain his rapidly beating heart as he tried to pull himself away again, yelling out. "Hey! Let me go, let me-mmmmph-"

His mouth was suddenly covered over by a hand and he was pushed into a toilet cubicle, one of the wider ones that only a few students used, covered in a million layers of graffiti and thankfully barely any filth, the wall catching him as he sprang away from his kidnapper (at least in his mind) and got ready to yell out so more, when he stopped dead.

"Christ, do you know how much trouble I got have gotten in if you kept yelling?"

Nick Nelson. Nicholas bloody Nelson, graduate of Truham, Charlie's boyfriend of two years almost and first-year uni student, stands at the still unlocked door, rubbing his arm as the other stands rooted in shock across the way. "Seriously, Char, the police could have come and picked me up, not that you shouldn't do that when someone's grabbing you of course."

Charlie is frazzled, his mind is trying separately to connect the information before him, to process this whole scene in front of him. Is Nick really here? In Herne Bay? Nick, contrary to the person in front of him, is supposed to be 4 hours away knee deep in uni assignments.

The boy in front of him that has suddenly sequestered him away into the bathrooms and /looks/ like Nick is clearly not 4 hours away, buried in work and unable to answer Charlie's phone calls due to social engagements. This Nick is obviously tired, as anyone in their right mind would be at this time of year and is wearing a flannel shirt over a tank top and jeans with sneakers, strawberry blonde hair a picked mess, most likely from being on a train.

Christ, this really is Nick. Honestly, Charlie could cry. Scratch that, he does, cries all the way into the other's arms like he's welcoming home someone from military service, Nick's arms holding him and trying to soothe him as he blubbers. When he pulls away, Nick's just smiling at him and says something Charlie missed completely because Nick's lips are on his and he's forgetting the whole day completely, despite it still being in progress.

It's cold against his back like the puddle was this morning as Nick pushes him against something, but he's okay with it for once and Nick's hands are making rather fast progress in reaching Charlie's skin as his new set of clothing for the day is frisked by them, his blunt fingernails carving grooves into every notch he can find on Charlie's confused, but working with it body, feeling sparks of lightning dancing across it's nerve endings.