Surprisingly no.

As Rorke struggled with the lock I was hopping on my tiptoes wondering wether or not we should just make a run for it. Binna just leaned against her door frame obviously enjoying the spectacle of naked men freaking out. I almost considered asking her to let us in her apartment for cover but it seemed Rorke figured out the problem first. "Aha!" We heard that satisfying clicking noise "Eureka! Go figure, I was turning it the wrong direction this whole time. My bad. Of course I should of..."

"Rorke! Just get in!" the cacophony of voices was just around the corner. Mere moments away from catching us in the nude. Rorke didn't need any further reminder, he flung open the door and we both tumbled right in kicking the door shut behind us. We both collapsed with our backs on opposite walls in the entryway panting heavily after all that excitement. I looked at Rorke, and he looked at me. We both burst into laughter. I had to admit we looked pretty ridiculous, all sweaty and naked after almost getting caught again.

"Man that was close. Up top!" Rorke raised his hand and I high-fived him. A minor celebration for evading more people from seeing us naked. That's something that sadly happens all too rarely. Rorke crossed the room leaving the bucket of ice and the keys on the table. "Why is the floor all sticky?"

I looked down at the floor and suddenly remember how this day began, "Ah man! I totally forgot about the washing machine! Rorke I'm so sorry. There's was all these bubbles and...and..." I lowered my head "I'm sorry Rorke. I promise I'll clean this up. I'll stay up all night if I have to."

Rorke waved his hand dismissively, "Chill man, I'm not mad. We'll clean this up later. If anything, I needed an excuse to shampoo the carpets. Besides, this is by far the least problematic thing I had to deal with today."

I looked at Rorke. Standing there naked in the middle of his apartment scratching the back of his head as he looked to the floor. We didn't have to worry about covering up since it was just us here. I felt compelled to ask,"So uh, Rorke...how did you..."

Rorke turned around and waved his arms frantically at me, "Dude, no. This day has been embarrassing enough as it is," I was inclined to agree with that "the last thing I want to do is relive it. How about this, tell me some good news. Anything really. Something to get our minds off our naked curse."

I thought about that for a moment and remembered there was actually a lot to celebrate, "Oh Rorke, I got a job!"

"Seriously!? No way! Pound it!" Rorke held out his fist and I bumped it with glee. Rorke shook his hand since I accidentally used a little too much ****. As always Rorke tried to play it cool, "So uh...ouch!...What kind of job did you get?" Rorke walked toward his room leaving the door open so I could still hear him call out.

"Seems like I'm a waiter. Perfect for a first real job. Nepotism excluded." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Dude, don't be embarrassed. That's a great first job. I bussed some tables back in high school myself before I started my own business." I could hear Rorke pulling out his drawers. I crossed the room and sat down on a chair resting my arm on the table holding the ice bucket. I could see into Rorke's room from that spot. Not surprisingly, he was pulling out clothes for him to wear. "When do you start?"

"Tomorrow, I can't wait!"

"Yeah..." Rorke responded distractedly. He pulled out a pair of red boxer-briefs that said 'LIFE HUNK' on the back. Rorke nodded at them and pulled them on. "Anything else happen today?"

Let's see...I knew there was more good news...oh yeah! Duh! "Oh yes! Rorke! I'm in love!"

"Good, good..." I was starting to get the feeling that Rorke wasn't paying much attention to what I was saying. Especially since he was now staring at himself in the full length mirror that hung on his wall, admiring his own reflection. "Binna's a little old for my taste but you do you man." Rorke struck a pose for himself in the mirror.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm not dating her."

"Ah yeah, what a shame, what a shame..." Rorke flexed his arms then kissed his biceps and winked at himself in the mirror. "...looking so fine!"

I've lost him.

There was really no point speaking to Rorke anymore, he was off in his own little world now. I knew this from all this time that we have lived together. Rorke would strip down to his underwear and admire his body sometimes...well...quite frequently actually. Whenever he gets like this I would call out to him sometimes but he would either ignore me or give me some half-hearted response. There is no way he is listening to me now. Still, I gave it a try, "You know that kid Zayne from down the hall?"

"So damn hot!" Rorke struck a pose in front of the mirror. I was actually hopeful for a moment because I thought he was talking about Zayne there. Since he really is so damn hot.

"Well, he and I are going out."

"Out of this world!" Rorke pointed at his reflection using gun-fingers then blew himself kisses.

Yeah, he didn't listen to a single word I just said. I shook my head and then remembered that I'm still naked, so I stood up and headed to my room to put on some clothes. I will have to tell Rorke the good news later. For the rest of the day, I decided to get dressed, clean up the mess from the washing machine, and get ready for my upcoming first day at work. I couldn't wait to see my new work place, and my cute new boss, or should I say my cute new boyfriend!