Eugene x Andrew

Chapter 2 - Lunch

Eugene felt a constant licking on his cheek, and he scrunched up his face and turned away until his face was buried in his pillow. A slight headache thumped in his head, a little more painful than usual. Memories of the previous night flooded back into his mind, and unable to do anything else he groaned in annoyance over his actions. Why?

A little, cold nose pressed against his ear, sniffing around to try to find his face. Eugene groaned again and then sat up. He glared down at his dog, not knowing what other expression to make. His dog sat there and stared up at him, its head cocked to the side in a questioning manner, almost as if it were asking him What's wrong?

"Come on, Pesto. You're probably really hungry." Eugene got up off of his bed and walked into his kitchen. Pesto trotted along behind him, happy as could be. "Here you go," Eugene huffed as he poured dog food into the little dog bowl. Pesto began eating immediately, clearly very hungry.

Eugene straightened up and looked around his little kitchen area. Nothing seemed to be out of place, and there were no messes to be seen. I didn't do anything here, then, did I? He made his way into his living room and sat down on the couch. Glancing around, everything in this room was tidy as well. Well alright, then.

He walked back into his bedroom and began moving shirts around in his closet, looking for something decent to wear. He desperately wanted something that looked like he hadn't gotten drunk off his ass the night before.

"Something fancy, maybe... but not something too fancy," he mumbled to himself. "I want... something... that I think he would really-" Eugene cut off, not sure what it was he was going to say. A little weirded out, he stopped moving the shirts on their hangers and moved to his dresser, rummaging around in there instead. "What the hell were you saying, Eugene," he scolded.

He eventually removed a plain white shirt and returned to his closet to pick out a nice black sweater, and then he grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans out of a lower dresser drawer. Eugene made sure that he had all of the necessary clothes picked out before he grabbed a towel and headed into his bathroom to take a quick shower.

The shower took no longer than ten minutes, and then he was back in his bedroom drying off. As he was shimmying into his jeans, Pesto walked in. The little dog jumped up onto his bed and walked in a few circles before lying down. "Comfy?" Eugene chuckled as he pulled the white shirt over his head. He then put the sweater on and pulled its sleeves up to just below his elbows, and then he turned around and closed the closet door, examining himself in the mirror.

"You look good. This looks okay. You'll do great!"

His words sounded empty to him, nearly as hollow as his pseudo-confidence felt. He turned this way and that, giving himself compliments and acting like the overly-confident man that he was. "Except when he's around..." he grumbled.

Finally satisfied that this outfit would be good enough, Eugene brushed his teeth and hair in his bathroom, grabbed his bag and then rushed off to work. He didn't bother stopping anywhere to get coffee because of the little kitchen at his work, where there are always plenty of mugs in the cupboards and the coffee pot is never empty.

"Hey Eugene," one of his co-workers called out as he entered the building.

"Hey," he called back, his mind too fuzzy for him to immediately recognize the owner of the voice. Right now nothing mattered besides doing work as best as he could, even with this nasty hangover. He made his way to his desk and set his bag down just under it, to the left of his chair.

He turned on his computer and then made his way to the building's little kitchen to get himself some coffee. After adding some creamer and sugar to the coffee he went back to his computer and logged on and got to work. A couple of hours later his co-worker Zach came up to him.

"Hey, Eugene, we need your help setting up for a video."

"What video?" Eugene asked, finishing typing the sentence he was in the middle of making.

"I don't know, but we need your help anyways," Zach insisted.

Eugene groaned. His head was no longer throbbing, but his coordination was not yet 'perfect'. "Fine, fine. I guess I can come help."

He pushed himself to his feet and followed after Zach. When they got to the right room, Eugene saw Keith enter with Ned beside him.

"Wait a minute, what are you suggesting?" Ned asked Keith, a look of pure confusion on his face.

"Come on, it's a great idea! We already discussed this, remember?" said Keith.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" Eugene asked, holding up his hands. Zach stood to his right, Ned to his left, and Keith was across from him.

"We're going to be sushi. We're gonna make a video as the Try Guys where we get naked and have someone put sushi on us and we'll feed everybody sushi for lunch," Keith summed up.

"No." Eugene put his hands down and turned to walk away.

"Wait a minute!" Zach called after him, grabbing his arm and turning him around. "It'll be great! We've already got the A-OK from the office, and it'll be a great video!"

"Oops," Keith said aloud.

"What?" Everybody asked in unison as they all turned to face him.

"So, I guess I forgot to ask them about this..." Keith paused for a second, and then his face lit up in delight. "I've got it! We can still do the video! Zach, go get the camera!"

"Okay!" Zach rushed off to go get what Keith had requested.

"I'm not doing this." Eugene declared, and he began toying with the object next to him.

"This might be okay," Ned finally decided, just as Zach came rushing back into the room with the camera.

"I've got it! Do you want to start recording now?" he asked.

"Yeah," Keith said.

What the hell is going on here... Eugene refrained from rolling his eyes.

"Don't forget to send out the e-mails to everyone about not eating lunch 'cause we're bringing sushi," Keith reminded no one in particular.

Everyone..? Eugene questioned in his mind. Wait a minute! What if Andrew comes?!