Those three little words (a Maylor fanfiction)

Part 10

(The week after)
Brian's POV
Ever since those little pecks we gave each other, both of us have been very awkward and I don't know why. Roger was pretty damn confident when he told me he liked me and now he's as shy as ever, I really don't know what to do!

I wanted to ring him up and ask him out or something but to be honest I was too scared. I guess I don't want him to reject me after that little moment last week. "Man up Brian! It's just Roger... just Roger..." I said to myself and picked up the phone. I punched in the number and it rang... and rang... until finally someone picked up.

"Hello?" It wasn't Roger's voice that answered me, "uh, hello... where's Roger?" I was getting a little flustered already, "oh, he's right here... hang on..." the voice said, I still couldn't recognise it. It was definitely a man but I really couldn't tell who... "Hello?" Finally, the voice I wanted. "Alright Rog..." I said and heard a hum, "yeah, not bad. How about you?" He asked and I made a small noise to reply.

'You're being so awkward with him! Just ask the damn question already!' My head screamed at me and I had to give in. "Umm, Rog..." I started and heard a little hum, "do you want to maybe... go out sometime?" I slowly got the words out and the nervousness faded away slightly.

"Where would you like to go? For a drink or a meal or-" he started but I cut him off, "a meal... much better than sitting in a shitty pub all night." I laughed and he let out a little chuckle. "Oop, gotta Go now Bri, see you later!" He said and I hummed, "Okay, buh-bye!" I put down the phone and a sigh escaped my lips.

"Shit... I have to get ready... tonight is like seven, right?... yeah, I'd better get ready." I said to myself and dashed up the stairs, into the bathroom. Just outside the bathroom was a little radio which I switched on and turned the volume right up so I could hear it over the shower.

I got out different bottles of stuff, half of them I didn't know what they were for but if they helped then that's brilliant, and lined them up on the windowsill.

Hair shampoo and a conditioner, body wash, a scrub thing which I don't remember buying, foot cleanser, a perfumed lotion and a lot of other stuff I went through and chose what I needed.

Out of the long line, I picked three things, hair stuff, body stuff and a new bottle of face wash. I quickly undressed myself and hopped into the shower, putting the three huge bottles onto the rack in the little cubicle.

I turned the shower on and let the hot water hit my body. I stuck my head under the water and felt each curl drop out and stick to my neck and shoulders. I turned around and let the water run down my back whilst I got a shower poof (I don't know what it's called, a poof, a loofah, a scrunchie... hopefully that's right) and got the bottle of body wash.

I scrubbed ever part of my body, probably things that haven't been scrubbed in ages, and washed it off. "I feel so clean, oh my gosh!" I said and ran my hands up and down my arms.

The bottle went back in the rack and I washed through my hair. I got the shampoo and lathered it in, getting a glance of myself in the shower head and how much foam there was piled on top of my head. I laughed at myself and washed it off, getting another palm-full of soap and washing my now flat curls.

I flicked my hair about everywhere as a heavy song blared from outside. I danced about a little, flinging my hair about and singing along as best as I could between giggles. I washed my face with some awful tasting product, yes... I got it in my mouth, don't laugh, and stayed in the shower for a few minutes.

"Towel, towel, towel... where the hell is my towel!" I said, patting around on the towel rack with my eyes shut. I couldn't find my towel so I stepped out of the shower and stuck out my arms so I wouldn't smack into the wall. I found my towel, finally, and wrapped it around my waist.

My hair was dripping everywhere but I didn't exactly care when I went into the bedroom, my head bobbing to the music. I fumbled through my wardrobe and found some clothes, black jeans and a patterned shirt. "Bit cold outside, might wear a jumper..." I said to myself and grabbed a black jumper from the hanger.

I checked the time, 5:45, and sighed. I had enough time to get dressed and maybe pamper myself a little. I went back into the bathroom and got another towel to dry my hair. "Ugh, I need the hairdryer..." I wandered about the house to look for the hairdryer until I finally found it.

I plugged it into the socket on the wall and it made a low hum, meaning it was on. I flipped my head over and started to dry the underside of my hair. I stayed there for quite a while until I could feel my curls spring back up. I flipped my head back up the right way and dried the top, running my free hand through it so it wouldn't go all frizzy.

Once the mop was dry, I pulled on some underwear and got a little something to tide me over until later. I ended up with a bowl of dry cereal which to be honest wasn't the best choice but it had to do. "Hello there," I said when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, "looking sexy as ever I see."

I had a weird conversation with my reflection until I realised what I was doing, "Brian you twat, that's you! Why are you talking to mirror you!?" I slapped my hand to my forehead and shook my head, "I swear I'm crazy sometimes..."

I threw my clothes on and I swear I spent an hour trying to get all the creases out of my trousers until I gave up. I checked the time again, 7:17, and rushed out of the house, grabbing my keys and wallet on the way.