"Hey! Open up!"
We kept quiet and still. Best approach when dealing with a bear, apparently.
"I'm not joking. Open up!"
Our cubicle door started taking some punches. K was trying his best not to laugh and I had the big eyes on, with a finger across my lips.
"What the hell are you two doing in there!?"
Our cubicle door could officially pass as a battered wife. K pressed his body against it in hopes it'd stay up. I couldn't stop smiling my face began to ache.
"Leave us alone mate," K demands, rolling his eyes. He made a wide-eyed, pouty gesture with his lips at me. I laughed.
At that, Douche calmed. I grabbed K's hand, gesturing to stay quiet and wait. K saluted. We were standing there in silence with grins on our face, counting tiles on the floor.
Suddenly, something fell on my head, something heavy; the same kind of feeling you get when a basketball lands on you from a half-court away.
"She's still mine!" Douche exclaimed. The bastard had managed to climb the throne in the cubicle next to ours, and plant a wet one on my head. At that, K grabbed my hand and we bolted out the cubicle, out the bathroom, down the hallway and ran for the car park.
K's older brother was waiting outside with the car. Slipping in through the windows like we used to, we were off. "Imagine if we..." and at that, our car fell off a cliff edge and landed upside down, half submerged in a lake and half on the rocky shores.
Doesn't pay to be a cynic in your own dream.
My hands got caught outside the window for some reason and bent all the way forward, pressed against the car and the rocks. Could really feel that. "You're lucky your wrists are so flexible, kiddo." K slipped to the back seat next to me and unbuckled my seatbelt.