ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

bathtub for two, please

// It's the most "lit" party of the year at some popular kid's house and Dallon Weekes is spending it in the bathroom. In the bathtub. All by himself. //

There's loud music, alcohol, and chaos. It's all the main ingredients to make the perfect high school party. Of course, this isn't in my house, my parents would kill me. It belongs to some rich kid that I literally could care less about. They just happen to invite everyone and even me, to their party. All my friends are having the time of their lives downstairs while I'm up here in the bathroom. To be more exact, I'm in the bathtub with my knees to my chest, not crying, don't worry, yet.

Fortunately and unfortunately, no one is looking for me or even cares that I'm nowhere to be found. Kinda sad, kinda relieving.

I check my phone for probably the one-hundredth time. It's only about nine thirty. This party isn't ending soon. Might as well wait it out until it's over or died down significantly.

The bathroom smells like a mix of things. There's a strong smell of cleaning supplies mixed with a dash of drugs and alcohol. Or I think so. Whatever, doesn't matter.

There's this nerving thought getting to me. I hope nobody tries to get in. I'm too nice; I'll let them take this place of solitude in a house of teenage hell. The music is blaring through the walls but I swear it's getting louder. Maybe it might be imagination but I think I hear someone's footsteps through all the yelling.

And then that terrifying sounds comes to me. One knock. Pause. Then two rapid knocks.

"Is anyone in there?" The person yells through the door. "Please let me in!"

Stay calm and say no.

"Sorry! I'm in here!" I yell back at them. Oh, please work, please, please work.

They don't respond back. Phew, thank God. But then the doorknob rattles. Did I lock the door? If this door isn't locked, I'm—well, fuck. Perfect timing.

The door swings open with a guy, who seems pretty surprised to see another guy  in a bathtub, all by himself. Well, who wouldn't be shocked at this sight?

He closes the door behind him and just stares right in my eye. Okay? This is getting weird and a little scary.

"W-what are you doing in here? All alone?" His voice is nice, like a beautiful harmony.

"Nothing much." I respond with a dull tone.

"Oh, sorry for bothering you then," he turns around and sets his hand on the knob. However, it's like he changed his mind since he turns around and stares at me again. "Would you be okay if I joined you?"

"Sure, just lock the door this time." He smiles a little and locks before walking over to me. The guy puts one leg in the tub as I scoot to make room for him. Once his whole figure is in, he sits down. He doesn't mirror my sitting position, his calves are hanging out of the tub.

"So, uh, what's your name?" God, this is a little awkward and it's pretty obvious to the both of us.

"Dallon, you?"

"Brendon," It's a nice name for a nice guy. We just sit there, not daring to make eye contact. Yet I do sneak a few glances. He has this little black quiff on his head and a gray sweater. Brendon gives off the same vibes as me. Just two people trying to get pass this whole party thing.

"Brendon, well, uh, what are you doing up here? With a loser in the same bathtub?" I gotta try to make some jokes, don't wanna come off as unfunny or something.

"I thought I'd be up for a party but all my friends ditched for beer pong and I had no interest in joining the game. I'm a little in the dumps recently. And hey, you're not a loser! You're a really nice person," This Brendon guy almost made my heart stop for a second there. He laughs a little to himself and then begins explaining.