He looked around the bathroom curiously as I sat on the edge of the porcelain tub with the hot water running. After it had filled most of the way with bubbles covering the surface, I turned to him and sighed "Kay, take the clothes off and get in." I blushed when he started to remove them. I didn't expect him to actually listen to me! My head turned the other direction and I stood "Just sit in the bathtub when you got them off." The room filled with an awkward silence until the sound of water sloshing and a low hissing was heard. I looked over at the tattered clothes, a few parts seemed stiff with over wear then looked over at him. The lower half of his body was hidden below the bubbles, giving me a sense of relief. I smiled slightly and sat back on the edge. With a slightly torn clothe I'd grabbed from under the sink, I began to gently scrub the girt and grim from his shoulders and arms. He watched me carefully, intensely like he was trying to figure something out or trying to figure me out. I refused to make eye contact the first few minutes. This was too weird. I didn't want to think this was even real! How could my family hide something like this from me anyways? The moment our eyes met, I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. Those eyes, they were like the sky right before a storm….I thought I might get lost in them for a second. I quickly regained my composure and stood up. "I think you can get it from here." I said, dropping the wash cloth in the water and hurrying out of the bathroom. Leaving a puzzled Boogeyman sitting in the bathtub.
I walked into my bedroom, pulling out the bag of father's old clothes and looking through it. I ended up taking out a large plaid button up shirt and blue jeans. If I was right, they were going to be way too big on him. I strolled back to the bathroom and opened the door, only to stop in my tracks at the sight of him standing on the tiled floor, dripping wet. My eyes widened, looking him up and down, taking in the sight of his lean, muscular body. It looked ten times better without the slim piled up.
I snatched up the nearest towel and threw it towards him as I shouted "Cover yourself for God's sake!" He stumbled at wrapping the towel around his waist then looking up at me. I sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. "Here," I mumbled, setting the clothes on the closed toilet seat. "these'll work for now." Without listening for a reply, I shut the door and hopped down stairs.
