Amans

9. The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

"Ammaaannns!"

Amans turned off the shower water and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to clear his eyes. He could have sworn he heard someone calling his name. He waited to see if he heard anything else, but his ears were only met with the droplets of water falling from the showerhead.

He reached out to grab his towel when suddenly, the bathroom door burst open and there stood Magdalena, a massive grin on her face.

"Jesus Christ Mags what are you doing here!" Amans quickly grabbed his towel off the rack beside the shower and wrapped it around his waist.

Magdalena rolled her eyes and leaned on the sink, "Oh god, like I haven't seen you naked before."

Amans groaned and shook his head, "Magdalena that was in the third grade and if I recall correctly, the LAST time I slept over at your house."

She laughed, reminiscing about Amans's first and last sleepover at her childhood home.

She remembered his face beet red as he desperately tried to cover his body with the shower curtain. They had grown a lot closer over the years, but he was right, that was the only time he had ever slept over at her house.

She waved her hand at the foggy air in front of her, "Geez and nothing has changed, you still manage to steam up an entire bathroom."

Amans scoffed, "Yeah because I'm basing the comforts of my shower on your visitations."

Magdalena smirked, "Touche."

Amans stepped out of the shower, facing Magdalena, "Do you mind moving away from the door so I can go get dressed." It came out more like a statement than a question.

Magdalena stepped aside, motioning with her hand for him to pass. Amans sighed and slid past her, gripping his towel tightly in case she tried any funny business. She snickered, resisting the urge to mess with him and closed the bathroom door behind them.

Amans stopped at the foot of his bed and looked back to find Magdalena staring at him blankly. He cleared his throat, "Uuuh you gonna let me get dressed?"

Magdalena laughed, "Oh right! My bad! Well, I'll be right outside if you need me."

Amans rolled his eyes, why in the world would he need her? He was more than capable of dressing himself. Amans waited for Magdalena to close his bedroom door before removing his towel and proceeding to get dressed. "Mags," he called out.

"Yeah?" she responded.

He put on his boxers and pulled his tank top over his head, "What exactly are you doing here?" he paused, "I don't remember scheduling a ride to work."

Magdalena crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against his bedroom door, "Please, your pride wouldn't allow you to ask me for one even if you desperately needed it."

"Haha, very funny," he replied sarcastically, "but really..."

"Well...I thought we could go shopping for your suit today, you know, for the ball."

Amans opened his bedroom door, causing Magdalena to stumble back. He laughed as she regained her balance. "Woooow way to go Mags," he gave her a thumbs up, which she returned with a punch on the shoulder. Magdalena glanced over Amans's outfit of the day, "Hmm not bad," she said.

He was wearing a pair of slightly distressed, light wash jeans and a plain white T-shirt. The shirt fell past his waistline, and he rolled the sleeves up. On his wrist was a black leather watch and on his feet were a pair of black suede Derby's. He wore a black beanie with his ears tucked underneath.