I sat on the bathroom floor. I was in such utter shock that we were here for at least another 3 hours and unless we broke the door or banged hard enough on the door that they heard us.

Neither were likely.

The bathroom wasn’t super small or cluttered, yet it wasn’t a princess’ bathroom. We couldn’t go to another end of the bathroom and just ignore each other. I think if we could of we should have. He had an attitude problem and, man, he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me.

“How we can get out of here.”

“Not likely, this maybe be a bigger than average bathroom, but, I doubt they’d keep tools.” I saw him open some sink cabinets and I saw him smile.

“What is it?”

“Your aunt is quite a safety girl, isn’t she?” He laughed and pulled out 2 packs of condoms. One box in each hand.

“Oh... gross”

Laughing at my reaction he just said, “Well at least she is safe. Are you?”

“I applaud myself on being a virgin, thanks.”

“We can change that..” He came closer and.. BAM! I slapped him across the face. GIRL POWER!

“What the fuck!?” He rubbed where I had slapped him, for the next twenty minutes he’d be branded with my hand-print on his cheek.

I remained silent, shocked he would even suggest such a thing.

“I was just joking, man. Now I know why you’re a virgin.”

“What does THAT mean?” I saw raising my fist in a threatening way. He took one look and instantly changed his tone, “Nothing at all. Forget I mentioned it.”

“Good.”

We stayed in silence for a good 30 minutes. Lucky for him he brought his duffel bag to change. Which, obviously, had a book and a Mp3 player. So he was entertained while I was here about to count how many strands of hair I had.

1426..1427..1428..

I was that bored. And here was Mr. Mime having fun reading a novel. I got sick of it.

I went over and snatched his mp3 and book.

“What are you doing?” He asks, too shocked to say anything mean.

“We are stuck here for two more hours, and I have nothing to do.

“Well you know what’s supposed to happen,” he began,” We’re supposed to spend three hours in here and get to know each other. And then keep on bumping into each other after we get out. Soon we’ll find ourselves falling for each other. Yet something dramatic will happen and it’ll tear us apart. Or unable us to be with each other. But we’ll end it all with hot passionate sex.”

He laughed and took back his Mp3 Player and book. I was in shock by how cliche is all sounded. What would happen it that all DID happen? He’d be a mime, a jerk, and a fortune teller. Shiiit. Talk about a well rounded person.

So the silence fell on us for five minutes until he decided he was bored too.

“My names Troy.”

I’ve been shocked a lot in one night but I never expected him to say anything about himself, voluntarily at least.

“Mines Ren”

“Ren? Like Even Stevens.. Ren?” He laughed at this and he must have saw how I was getting mad because he quickly changed his tone. “Sorry.”

“Everyone says that, but yeah.”

“You don’t look like a Ren.” He joked.

“Then what do I look like?”

“A lost puppy.”

“A Wha..?”

“Noothing.” He says, obviously evading the subject.

A lost puppy? I’m right in my Aunt’s bathroom. How am I lost?

“How old are you?” I ask him.

“17"

“Wow.”

“What..?”

“You’re older than me.”

“So?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well isn’t someone just a wee bit dumb.”

Immediately I fell backwards.

“What are you two doing in here?” My aunt says, immediately suspicious. I can tell by the way she is looking at me as if saying with her eyes, “You’re messing with a mime?”

“She locked me in with the key and played innocent by helping me out. Then, when she came in she made it seem like she accidentally shut the door again. And it doesn’t unlock so we just waited.”

Immediately, my jaw dropped and I just stared at him with a look of, “You bitch.”

What was the point of lying?