My trousers!

The sudden draft around my rear told me everything I was dreading. I had been trying to help out the girl I had been crushing on for years, hoping to impress her, and my trousers split!

I turned to Camilla, and saw her trying to suppress a fit of giggling.

"Looks like someone's getting a bit too big for his britches!" she choked out between laughter, "Thanks for your help anyway! I'll go and get someone else to help while you sort out your wardrobe malfunction."

My cheeks burned red as I hurried back to my seat, where Naomi was waiting.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as I got there.

"I know." I replied.

"You just split your pants in front of Camilla!"

"I know."

"You've got Spongebob underwear on!"

"I know."

"Kind of ironic, though?"

"Not in a funny way."

"Not to you, but Camilla seems to think so, and so do her friends."

"We really need to get both of us to a sewing machine."