The Best Bathroom Experience [ManxMan]

[YAY I wrote something! Can you believe it!? 

Written for RaeKitano's Lgbt Short Story "Toilet" Challenge! Enjoy! <3 ]

Here goes. This time, this time I'm actually going to do it. I'm going to talk to him.  No chickening out last minute.

I'm just going to walk up to him and say, "Hey, what's up, I'm Kyle."

I took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying desperately to believe my little peep talk.  The man of my dreams is outside right now, and where am I? Locked in a public restroom trying to will myself the balls to speak to him. 

I've been mooning over Zeke for months now.  I first saw him at a friend’s party, then randomly here or there.  With his striking features who wouldn't fall hard.  Black almost blue hair, cut short and spiking in different directions. Amazingly hypnotic midnight eyes.  Strong jaw, wide holder's.....mmmmm.....

Getting off track here. 

Ok Kyle.  Say it with me, "I will talk to Zeke, I CAN talk to Zeke, I-..."

Just in the middle of my third peep talk in the past 15 minutes the door swung open, revealing a hunk of the ultimate scale.  My face bloomed red; I swear I thought I locked that. Please, please tell me he didn't hear.

"Yo!" he exclaimed in greeting when he caught me starring. Midnight blues catching mine for a fraction of a second.  Making my heart skip a beat.

I coughed and turned back to the mirror, deciding to wash my hands and seem less of a freak, and more like I actually was using the facilities.

I sighed when I caught my reflection though, compared to Zeke, I was, on a scale of 1 to 10, less than zero.  Boring dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes.  Nothing special. 

I noticed a stray hair flipping straight up in the back. Embarrassed Zeke may have noticed, I try, in vain, to flatten it.

I sighed in defeat, and dropped my hands.

"Man you'll never get it down without products, trust me." Zeke smiled at me as he moved to wash his hands.