2. All My Clothes

Lukas was supposed to get to sleep in today. His only class on Fridays was chemistry- which didn't start until 3 o'clock- and history of dance- which didn't start until 5 o'clock.

Because of his late start, Lukas deemed it reasonable to stay up until o'dark:30, "writing his term paper" and watching Parks and Recreations. Eventually the Norwegian had passed out on the floor of the dorm's common room.

Roughly four hours later, Lukas was rudely awakened by the song Dancing Queen. Fairly confused, the blurry eyed Norwegian sat up, finding himself nestled in his own bed. He looked around, trying to find the source of the music.

It was his cell phone.

Unplugging the charger, Lukas brought his phone to his ear, answering it without checking the caller I.D. He knew who it was.

Upon answering, he sat silently, waiting for the other to speak.

"Lukas?" a hesitant voice asked. He sounded nervous.

"Mathias," Lukas simply responded. A sigh of relief rang through the speaker.

"Hey, babe, sorry for waking you up-"

"Don't call me babe," he interrupted, laying back down and curling around his pillow. "Why are you calling me? Aren't you at practice?"

"No, practice just ended. I-uh-need you to do me a favour?"

In the background, Lukas heard jovial laughter ring out across the locker room.

"If this is some kind of joke, I don't want to be a part of it."

"It's not a joke!" Mathias rushed out, scared his cold-hearted roommate would hang up. "Well-uh-sorta. Just hear me out!"

Lukas sighed. "Alright."

"The guys thought it'd be funny-" another hoot of laughter "-to steal all my clothes."

"All your clothes?"

"All my clothes."

"All your clothes?"

"All. My. Clothes."

Lukas started laughing.

"Don't laugh at me!" Mathias whined.

"Okay, okay," Lukas said, trying to calm himself down. "Oh my goodness. That sucks!"

"Wow, Lukas, thank you for pointing out the obvious. Are you going to bring me any clothes?!"

"Yeah, yeah," the Norwegian sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, sliding off. "Just stay put, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can."

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Halfway there, Lukas realised he hadn't had his daily cup of coffee, and stopped at Starbucks.

Upon arriving at the athletic hall, someone- one of Mathias' teammates, he recognised from memory- opened the door for him. He kept his head down, scowl permanently on, and walked straight to the locker room.

Wedging between large, muscular bodies, he finally found the little alcove of lockers Mathias resided in. The poor guy didn't even have a towel, and blocked his body off with one of the lower blue locker doors.

Lukas willed the red stain appearing on his cheeks away, and offered a white chocolate mocha to Mathias. "Coffee?"

"Clothes."

He nodded understandingly, and shifted the black bag he had on his arm to Mathias, before turning on his heel, and beginning to leave.

Right as he was exiting the locker room, he heard a loud wail, followed by- "I don't even own unicorn underwear!"