forum Hiding in the Bathroom//OxO//MxM//CLOSED

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Eugene glanced away, embarrassed. "Well, um… I don't actually know what PVC pipes are. But I do know that you won't die under the sink. If we have to I'll get a saw or something to cut the pipe." He said with a small smile.

"I hope a saw isn't necessary," Sasha lightly chuckled. "There should be like a nut-kinda thingy on the pipes which you can unscrew, but I can't see or comfortably reach wherever it is for the pipes that have me stuck."

Sasha was doing his best to look calm as he spoke to this stranger, but his mind was racing. Holy hell this dude probably hates me. He could be enjoying the party but instead, he's stuck here tending to my stupid ass.

Eugene giggled and started looking around for what fit the description. For a while, he couldn't find anything, but he eventually did. "Sorry this is taking so long. I only know baking, cooking, and volleyball, nothing with plumbing or anything of the sort." He smiled and started unscrewing and eventually it came undone.
At least in here was being helpful. Out there, he was basically just a part of the wall.

"Well, maybe you can make me apology cookies providing we ever see each other again," Sasha smiled, maneuvering himself from the cupboard as he spoke. "Thanks for the help. Mind giving me a ride home while you're at it? I honestly don't think I'll be finding Kyle any time soon, and if he's still here, I don't think I want to."

Sasha's bones could be heard popping as he brushed any dust from his clothes and looked himself up and down in the mirror.

"Well, since we know each other now, I bet we'll spot each other at school or something. The universe has a strange tendency to throw people that know each other together if they've just met. But helping you out of this and giving a ride home seems like it would be more than enough of an apology. Don't ya think?" Eugene asked with a smile. Of course, he would actually be thrilled to bake something for someone other than his family.

Gene stood up as well, watching the other. "Also, it just might be helpful and nice to know each other's names, you know? I'm Eugene Pierce."

"NIce to meet ya, Eugene. I'm Alexander Hammond, but people call me Sasha," he responded, opening the bathroom door as he spoke. "And I suppose the cookies aren't a necessary apology since I'll just eat ice cream when I get home. Although it'd be great if one day cookies just magically appeared in my home so I could make ice cream cookie sandwiches."

As Sasha stepped out into the hall, he noticed most everybody had gathered in a circle to play Spin the Bottle and fake-gagged at the sight.

"Gross. I don't even want to know how many STDs are in that circle combined," he said, looking back at Eugene, hoping what he'd just said was the slightest bit funny.

"A pleasure to meet you, man." Eugene said before they left the bathroom. He definitely planned on making Sasha a batch of cookies. As he exited the bathroom behind Sasha, he also spotted the circle, Sasha being a good representation of Eugene's inner thoughts. Hearing the other's comment, Gene laughed, quickly covering his mouth to not disturb the game.

Sasha quickly scanned the circle for Kyle's face but had no luck.

"Ugh, dude is probably upstairs doing God knows what," Sasha muttered to himself, trying to make his way to the front door quickly enough to avoid getting pressured into joining the circle. Upon opening the door, a blast of cool air hit him. It was refreshing, and a scent reminiscent of fall was entwined with it. "Is it supposed to be chilly tonight? I don't really check weather reports,"

"You know, I don't either. Let's just say it is supposed to be." Eugene said while pulling on his jacket that he had taken from the closet before they got outside. "In any case, my car's this way." He started walking down the driveway. He had parked about a block away in case the cops were called to shut down the party.

"Please tell me your car has working heat," Sasha said, following closely after Eugene, "I'm not cold, just… chilled. Finely chilled like uh, deli meat. I think deli meats are finely chilled? Finely probably shouldn't precede chilled," he muttered to himself.

He stopped for a second and leaned down to pick up a stick which he could drag along the sidewalk. "Just how far is your car, exactly?"

Eugene giggled, listening to Sasha's rambling. He almost found it… adorable. Of course, he'd never admit that. Once the other had finished talking, he answered. "Yeah, I do have working heat. I'd actually die if I didn't have any. And I parked about a block away, but we're almost there." He said, turning a corner. His car was a few houses down.

"I'm so glad you could park a block away in the world's largest neighborhood. I'll be able to meet my exercise quota for the year thanks to you," Sasha said, gently tapping the stick against the sidewalk as they moved, "Say… what's your opinion on birds? This is a very important question so be truthful."

Eugene could only laugh, that was definitely the best conversation starter he had ever heard. "Birds? Well, gotta love 'em. Except pigeons, since we all know they're spies for the government. If I wasn't so afraid of heights, I'd love to be one." He explained with a large smile. "Oh, but if I were a bird I wouldn't be able to bake or play volleyball, so I take that back."

"Woah there, hold up. You'd trade out being a bird to bake and play volleyball? I'm almost disappointed in you," Sasha said, pouting in Eugene's direction. "Then again, if I were a bird, I'd still be able to do the exact same things as I do now; eat, sleep, and avoid people."

Sasha went silent for a second before continuing his thoughts. "At least you like birds. You should come inside for a second once you get me home to meet my bird! He's a Cockatiel named Naga, like the mythical creature."

"Okay, okay, okay. But to be fair, I've played volleyball since middle school and I'm aiming to be the ace our senior year. That's a big deal, you know? And baking? My grandparents taught me how to bake so I could help at their bakery. I'm gonna get a tattoo of baking utensils one of these days, just you wait." Eugene explained defensively. If he was offered one million dollars, but he had to give up baking and volleyball forever, he would decline the offer.

"Just wait 'till you try one of my baked goods, then you'll understand. But yeah, I'm down to see your bird."

"Get a tattoo of baking utensils and I'm never looking you in the eyes ever again," Sasha chuckled, "On the other hand, does this mean I'm getting cookies? Chocolate chip pecan sounds good but I suppose it's really up to you," he stopped talking as they came up to a row of parked cars. "So uh, which car is yours?"

"I see how it is. You just don't appreciate how sentimental I am and the art of baking. But yes, that does mean you're getting cookies. I'll surprise you." Eugene kept walking, not bothering to see if Sasha was following him. He had an old, yellow Volkswagon Beetle. "This beauty right here." He said with a bright smile, unlocking the car.

"I appreciate the art of baking when I get to eat it," Sasha said, climbing into the passenger seat, "I live in the next neighborhood over, it's only like 10 miles. Hopefully, you know which one I'm talking about."

Sasha was quick to buckle himself in and turn on the heat- without permission, of course, but he didn't think Eugene minded at all.

"Perfect, maybe you'll accept my tattoo idea once you have my cookies." Eugene buckled himself in as well. He didn't start driving yet though, he wanted to wait until the car warmed up a bit more. "Also, I do know this neighborhood pretty well. But if I make a wrong turn, just yell at me or something."

"Very well. On the subject of tattoos, would it be bad to get a matching tramp stamp with my sister?" Sasha asked, looking up at the roof of the car as he spoke, "We've been planning since she was 9 and I was 12. She still thinks crowns would be a good idea, but I'm more for like, crossed daggers or something more badass. Then again, maybe a tramp stamp is a bit… inappropriate," he mumbled, letting out a loud sigh.

Eugene giggled at the idea. "Well, that is definitely an idea. I mean, honestly, that sounds pretty cool. But it could be a little inappropriate. Then again, you gotta add a little spice to your life from time to time." He said, considering both sides. "As for the idea, you could compromise. Have a crown in the middle and two daggers on an outward angle on either side of the crown. Like a crown and dagger ice cream cone." He suggested, hoping the other understood his explanation.

"I see what you're thinking, but as I've always said," Sasha replied, "Death before dishonor! A crown would be too flashy in any situation, and I'd feel sorry for the artist who gets stuck tattooing that near my ass. Maybe I'll rope her into getting something more simple like… the sun and moon with a few stars? She's a bit of an astrology geek so she'll probably suggest the stars are in the shape of our zodiac or something."

Sasha leaned back into his seat. "Enough about tattoos, though. How'd you get into volleyball?"

Eugene nodded, listening to Sasha. He realized they were already talking like they were good friends. A rush of happiness washed over him. Not realizing it, his mind had drifted off a little. Although, he was brought back hearing Sasha's question.
"Well, when I was in elementary school, I went with my friend to watch his sister's volleyball game. I was amazed. The power of the ball, the long rallies, and the teamwork involved. Right into middle school, I joined the boy's team. As amazing as it looked and no matter how fun it was in gym class, it was so much work and I was not very good to start. I thought about quitting so many times. But since we had already paid the fees, it would be a waste of money to actually quit. At the end of the season, I was a regular. So obviously the hard work paid off. And I've been playing as a regular since." He explained, reminiscing on it all.

"Cool, cool," Alexander said, "Is your friend's sister hot by any chance? Or did you actually just want to see her play?" he asked, giving Eugene a side-glance. "Y'know the only reason I'm into birds now is that I went over to the house of someone I had a huge crush on at the time. They had three budgies and through association with that person, I began to absolutely adore birds."

"Well… it was actually my friend that I found hot," Eugene admitted with a nervous chuckle. "Of course, I didn't quite realize that until a few years later. But if it had been any of my other friends I would have not wanted to go." Finally warm, Gene started driving towards Sasha's house. "But here I am, in love with baking and volleyball since I'm forever alone at this point."