The laundry mishap

(This is LGTBQ+ so no hate please.)

Thursday night was laundry night. Bad luck for me. I missed it. Which meant I had to find somewhere outside the college campus to wash my laundry. The other bad news... I don't know how to do laundry. Yea, yea sue me. I was pampered growing up and my roommate always happily took mine down for me. With a little cash persuasion, but my roommate is at his parents for the week and I had forgotten about laundry day.

When I had realized what day it was I ran out of work and to my dorm. I grabbed my laundry bag and took it down. Not to my surprise, the free laundry mat in the college was closed, and I was clothes-less.

Walking back I was debating on what to do. I didn't have any classes on Friday so I was just gonna muster up some money and go down to the laundry mat in town.

The next day I was doing just that, but definitely not happily. I had to lug a bag of dirty clothes down to the bus stop. To prove the stereotype for guys, my clothes did not smell good.

When I made it down there was only one other person in there. He looked about my age with ash blonde hair. He was tall and cute. He also had my college's logo on his sweatshirt.

I went to the other side of the room and stared at the foreign object that somehow made my clothes clean. I entered some coins and the machine turned on. I shoved some of my clothes in there (I had too many for just one load) and then poured some of the detergent in there. I didn't know how much so I just put a few cups. The first few minutes I was proud that I had figured it out. Until this terrible rattling came from the machine.

"I don't think it's supposed to be whirling like that..." someone said behind me. I screamed and jumped up with my hands in karate mode. The cute guy from earlier was standing their with his hands up.

"Woah don't chop (?) me... I'm Brandon," he said. I lowered my hands.

"Um sorry, Hi I'm Evan," I said blushing a little. He was about to say something else when a terrible noise came from the machine. Before I knew what happened the door popped open and water, clothes, and bubbles went everywhere. Brandon and I took cover behind one of the benches.

"How many cups did you put in there?" Brandon yelled over the noise.

"Maybe five?" I said embarrassed. He facepalmed and then smiled.

"Okay, I'm going in." He said and before I could protest he jumped up and rushed to the machine. He punched some buttons and eventually the machine slowed to a stop. I looked around to see soap everywhere. Then I looked at Brandon. He had bubbles all over him but especially in his hair.

"Pff... haha! You look ridiculous!" I said laughing and Brandon looked over.

"You should see yourself." He said laughing. I turned to an empty washing machine and saw my reflection. Sure enough, I was also covered in bubbles. We both burst out laughing until we were holding our stomachs in pain.

When we calmed down I looked back up at Brandon. He smiled.

"You're cute," he said and I turned bright red.

"Oh uh, thank you..." I said trying to hide my face.

"After we get this mess cleaned up, would you maybe wanna get coffee with me?" he asked blushing a little, but not as much as I was.

"Yea," I said smiling softly, "I would love that..."