This is the first in a series of unconnected little mini stories about Charlie McDonnell and Alex Day and Towels
Charlie stepped out of the shower and leaned backwards, running his hands over his hair, squeezing the excess water into the tub before moving to the towel starred in disbelief at the empty rack. He quickly pulled open the cupboards, only to find them devoid of any sort of towel.
'shit. There aren't any towels in here'. He stood on the rug, allowing water to drip off his quickly cooling body. Normally this wouldn't be an issue as his bathroom was always well stocked with towels, and in case it wasn't, his bedroom was literally right around the corner. However his shower was currently filled with fake blood after an unsuccessful attempt at a music video from the day before, so he used Alex's instead, which meant his bedroom was upstairs.
"Alex!" He shouted "Alex!", but was met with no response.
'Damn. He must be downstairs. I'm just gonna have to make a run for it'. He tugged his t-shirt back over his head, but refused to pull dirty pants back on. He paused in front of the door. Charlie had always been a fairly private person so the last thing he wanted was to be accosted by his housemate as he ran, almost completely naked, through the house.
Charlie pulled the door open, and peeked out. The coast looked clear, so he dashed across the open area, almost to the stairs when
"Charlie?". Charlie panicked and bolted up the first few stairs, so his body was hidden behind the wall before poking his head around the corner.
"Um hi...Alex. This isn't uh really a good time" he stumbled over his words, and his face burned red. The Older boy said nothing in return, but started walking towards the stairwell, turning to face Charlie.
"waitwaitnononono..." But Alex had already rounded the corner. Charlie's flush spread over his ears as tried to no avail to make his shirt stretch farther than normal. Alex smirked.
"But chilly?" has asked, eyes dropping. Charlie broke through the immobilizing embarrassment, and ran up the stairs.
Alex walked back to his room, his smirk growing into a full smile. He sat on his bed, replaying the scene in his memory a few times before picking up a large stack of towels to put back in the bathroom.
Because Alex is a clever bastard :)