Five Year Break

3.

The rest of Welcome week went off without a hitch. Nick and Connie had gone out every night that week. They had gone to the movies, out for ice cream, and just out to walk and get to know each other. They knew pretty much everything about the other. Nick was happy with how their relationship was progressing, they had had the relationship talk, but they both agreed that it was too soon, and that they would wait a little while before rushing in to things. Nick was sure that he wanted her, but he agreed that things were kind of moving fast, but that's just who he was, he fell hard and fast.

He was no stranger to getting up early, which was part of the reason he was up at six a.m. when his first class wasn't for another four hours. The prospect of showering in a public restroom, in stalls that only went up to his shoulders, didn't really excite him. He was self conscious of his body when he was around other boys his age. He knew he had a good body, but his stomach had always given him issues, he didn't the way it kind of swelled out a little. He knew that he had to suck it up; he couldn't skip showers for a semester, so he grabbed his towel and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He turned the knob to warm the water up, and went over to the sink and looked at his self in the mirror. He looked at his face, seeing the dark circles that gave away the fact that he hadn't slept well all week, his eyes were bloodshot, and his curls were plastered down to his forehead with sweat.

Once the water was warm he stepped in to the shower, making sure that his towel was close by in case he had to make a quick escape. Nick had a ritual that he had to do every time he took a shower no matter where he was, or if he was risking embarrassment. His ritual was some stupid song about washing the grime and dirt of the day before off of his body.

Scrub Scrub, Wash away all the grime.
Wash it all away, and start the day all new.
Squeaky clean, I'm gonna be squeaky clean.
Wash away the pain, wash away the grime.
Startin all over, yeah I'm startin all over.

Like he said it was cheesy, but he had been singing it since he was a young boy, so he wasn't going to stop now.
When he was finally clean, he stepped out of the shower, and rubbed the soft, cotton towel along his body. Resting his hands in his hands, he rubbed his cheeks on the soft cotton. Wrapping the towel around his waist he headed out of the bathroom and into the hallway. When he got to the door, he looked up and down the hallway making sure there was no one coming. When he figured the coast was safe, he opened the door all the way and started to make the small walk back to his room. He had only gone a few feet when he heard the noise of a door creaking open and quietly shutting. He stopped dead in his tracks, this wasn't good, he didn't need to be out in the middle of the hallway with just a towel on, because his luck would be that the person that was walking down the hallway was some crazy fan girl that would rip the towel from his body, leaving him exposed in the middle of the hallway, and he was sure it would be all over Ocean Up within minutes.

He heard footsteps headed his way; they were soft and delicate, almost like the person making them was trying not to make any noise at all. He took a strong hold on his towel and turned around to see who it was, expecting to have to run the remaining twenty feet to his room. When he turned around, it was a girl that was walking to him, but it defiantly wasn't a stranger, it was Connie. Nick sighed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was, releasing the grip on his towel. He watched as her eyes hungrily went from the v of his hip bones, to his tight six pack abs, to his toned chest, to the freckles on his neck, and finally resting on his own eyes. He couldn't explain the look in her eyes; it was like a hunger had taken over her, like she wanted to devour him right then and there in the hallway of the dorm building. He had to break the silence, before they couldn't hold back their urges anymore.

"Hey Connie, what are you doing up so early? It's only six thirty, our class isn't until ten."

"Yeah, I know, but I couldn't sleep and I heard someone in the shower. I figured it was you, because I know your fear of showering in public. That and that song you have to sing every time you shower."