Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 14

♫ I could try to forget what you do when I let you get

Through to me but then you do it over again ♫

I was the first to wake up. I was grossly hot; despite sticking my feet out of the covers (everyone knows that's the solution to all of life's problems). Sidney was cuddled up against the wall, which I couldn't understand because he would have literally had to roll over me to get there, but I chose not to question it.

I carefully maneuvered out of the bed in the darkness, making sure not to hit my head on the wooden beams above. I ended up stepping into someone's open suitcase, and I was certain I heard something crack beneath my feet but again, I chose not to question it.

I rummaged through my suitcase, pulling out some clothes and toiletries and then headed for the shower. I figured all of them being passed out was the closest I was going to get to privacy on this trip.

I slipped into the white walled bathroom and threw my stuff down on the lid of the toilet, since bath mats apparently were luxuries here and I was not about to soak all my clothes. I reached through the grimy plastic film that acted as a shower curtain and turned the water on as I peeled off my pajamas. I hadn't thought to bring flip flops, because I didn't think the shower would be tiled on the floor and halfway up the wall- the other half of which was just regular wall that had been severely water damaged. It was also insanely claustrophobic, stepping in I had to lean down to get my head under the fire of the shower, and with every turn I knocked my hip against the wall.

It was when I had by head full of shampoo that was mango scented and was running over my face that I heard the door open. I quickly rinsed my face and stared through the steam at the bleached blond brushing his teeth in front of the fogged up mirror a foot from the clear sheet that separated us.

"Um, hello?"

"Hey, Logan," Jonathon said with a glance in my direction as he applied toothpaste to his toothbrush.

"Do you want to, I don't know, get the fuck out?"

"Aww, is little Logan self-conscious?" He leaned against the sink and stared directly at me and I narrowed my eyes at him while trying to get the shampoo out of my hair. He was smirking. I thought we had clarified that I was most definitely confident about my body two days ago.

"Go fuck yourself, Jonathon."

He walked out of my view and I waited for the sound of the door shutting so I could hop out and grab my towel off the toilet.

Jonathon reappeared, with my Crayola children's toothbrush (I have a really small mouth and my dentist gives them to me- sue me) that I had left with my clothes. He waved it in front of me. "Maybe I will go fuck myself."

He stuck his own toothbrush in his mouth and started brushing his teeth as he sauntered out with mine still in his hand.

"Jonathon, I swear to God!"

I pulled my clothes on over my still wet body, causing them to cling uncomfortably to my skin. I pushed open the door to see Jonathon sitting on his bed and brushing his teeth while Hudson laughed at my toothbrush in his hand.

"How old are you?" Hudson asked as he waved my toothbrush in the air for everyone to see. Sidney was rubbing the sleep from his eyes and Ian was still snoring.

"It's not my fault I have a small mouth," I whined.

"That's unfortunate. Good thing you're 'straight'," Hudson replied with air quotes and I narrowed my eyes.