“Shit!” I said quickly, getting out of bed. I was late, well, technically, I was still early for work, but with all the other things I wanted to do today. I was running a bit late.
Quickly springing out of bed, I gathered my morning workout bag and headed for the shower. As usual, it was locked.
“Dammit, Chris!” I yelled at my roommate.
He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end.
“Sorry, Martin,” I heard from behind the door.
He was a good friend; well, he was my best friend.
Chris and I had been friends since before high school, that was well over ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy. We had come to the big city together many years ago. We decided it was best to stick together until one of us was ready to go it alone.
I didn’t know then that he would take up over two hours in the bathroom.
“Nearly finished,” he said as the door opened. “Done.”
His blonde hair spiked up with enough gel to make a male model jealous. He always wore skin-tight clothes, which today was no different.