I stepped from the shower, facing the fogged mirror. I could see my body form from the side of the mirror. I rested my hand against the wall, holding the thin towel thinly wrapped around my waist with my other. Was this…could this be…? It had to be. Beads of water trailed down my body, some falling to the floor. The steam faded much too slowly and soon I found my lungs begging for more air. I took one more look to the mirror, seeing only a vague shape of what I could only assume was my usual spiked hair slicked down around my face, latching for support on my neck and cheeks.

I brushed a few strands from my face before turning for the door. As I unlocked and opened the door I felt the cool rush from the air outside and immediately regretted it. The only positive was I could once again breath properly, not having to worry about water thickly layering the air. I took in a few breathes before sensing something….someone. My eyes peered over and I saw him lying there, on the bed. How long had he been here? How did he even manage to get it? My mind seemed to grow blank as my eyes trailed his body, stopping at his eyes. I stared for a moment, mesmerized, before he, too, looked. We locked eyes, and it was as if time had stopped around us.

I felt myself coming closer to him, though I hadn't realized until I was there, draped him his grasp. Our bodies were tangled together somehow. I really had no idea how we even became like that. He did seem inviting, however. And I couldn't help but want to continue. It was just something about my long-lived rival. We'd known one another for so long, though never like this. And yet here we were. I looked up to him, seeing the beads of water roll from his body. I glanced to the side. Since when had my towel been thrown to the ground? What had happened? He tapped under my chin and pulled my face to his, locking eyes once again. It was as if we could say so much without speaking a single word to one another.

He pulled me into his chest, tightening his grasp as if he didn't wish for me to leave. But, why? I didn't struggle. He lowered his lips to my ear and breathed out, sending shivers throughout my very being. And there he whispered something.

My eyes grew wide as I looked up to him. His face was upturned into some sort of malicious grin. Suddenly it was as though the entire world was spiraling around me and the very ground might as well of cracked open, spewing out lava. No. No, no, no. I could feel it. The horror I felt being expressed on my normally stoic face. A look of sheer horror. My eyes grew wide as I could almost hear the laughs pour out of my rival, even if he stayed there, silently. I pulled away, leaning back as though that small distance really meant something. All I knew was that I wanted as far away from his as possible after that one sentence. Though, there was no escaping it. The line played through my head as if on some sort of evil, twisted repeat button. No. it couldn't be.

He leaned down, coming only inches away from my face. He smiled much like the jerk he was. It was as though this was all just as planned. He breathed the line once more with a grin, "Smell ya later."


HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY. Was originally made to troll some dude. If even one person feels trolled by this, I have done my part.