Caught by Max

“Oh,” fumbled a confused Max from behind. Luke nervously cupped his hands over his groin as he turned to face his friend, his cheeks completely red from embarrassment. His friend was staring him down, eyebrow raised, as he took in Luke’s strange wardrobe (or lack thereof). Max bit down on his lip and looked to the walls instead. “I didn’t know you were just wandering around in your underwear. No wonder you usually keep your room locked.”

“No, Max, it’s not what you think,” Luke desperately exclaimed as he walked over to his friend. “My clothes aren’t here. I woke up this morning and went to go change and I can’t find a single thing. Not a shirt, no pants, nothing. I don’t know what the hell is going on. I swear I did laundry last night before we went out.”

“You did,” Max interjected. “You still wear tighty-whities?”

“Oh, come on. I didn’t have anything left to wear, you know the drill. Laundry day and all. I swear, my mom bought them for me last Christmas. You know I wear boxer-briefs. This shit isn’t me. Now, where is the basket? Where the hell are my clothes? This isn’t good, man,” Luke groaned, pacing back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom. He kept hoping that he would randomly catch a glimpse of that basket overfilled with his clothes, saving from this complete embarrassment, out of the corner of his eye. No such luck. “I don’t have any other clothes aside from the ones that are still at my parents. Do you know where they went? Have you seen them?”

Max shook his head. His blue eyes were in disbelief of the entire situation - he ran his left hand through his short slicked brown hair and looked around, still biting down on his lip. He reached for something in his pocket and, before Luke had time to act, Max took a candid shot of him standing still with his phone. “Nice one, Luke,” Max finally grinned, letting out the laughter that he had been trying to hold in all this time.

“What the fuck?”

Luke scrambled over to Max and tried to steal the phone from him. The two fell to the floor with Luke on top of Max, snatching the phone out of his hands and swiftly deleting the unfortunate picture of him in his tighty-whities. “You know that is synced to my iCloud, right,” Max finally said as he shimmied his way out from under Luke, grabbing his phone back. “This is payback for when you stole my game last month: which you still haven’t given back to me.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Luke growled, slumping down on the floor. “You got any clean clothes I can borrow?”

“I just started my load a few minutes ago,” Max said. “I don’t think I’ve worn tighty-whities since I was ten years old.”

“You’re not exactly helping the situation,” Luke warned to his friend. Under any normal circumstances, he’d be laughing at how ridiculous his predicament was. He probably looked like a fool to Max and understood his teasing - but that didn’t change the fact that all of his clothes were missing. Everything. How could he go out? How could he do anything? Luke noticed his phone sitting close by the bed; of course, that would be his ticket out of this mess. Surely someone would come to his aid.