Towel

      Daisuke looked around the bathroom for an extra towel, but none was to be found. Man! He had to go and leave his on his bed again and with Jun and his parents gone for the night there was no one to bring it to him. Wait a minute, Jun and his parents were gone. Well that certainly solved this problem.

      Daisuke cracked the bathroom door and leaned his head out into the hall. He checked both ways and called out softly to make sure everyone had really left. The apartment was clear. He had almost made it to his door when the phone began to ring. After a seconds hesitation, he sprinted back down the hall towards the bathroom, snatched the phone off its receiver on the hall table and made his way back to his room. The whole thing could not have taken more than a few seconds; still, he did not actually answer the call until he was safely behind the locked door.

      “Moshimoshi, Motomiya residence,” he chimed.

      “Uh, hey. Is that you, Daisuke?” the voice on the other end asked. Daisuke recognized it as one of the boys he played soccer with.

      “Yep,” he replied, “You need something?”

      “Yeah – have you figured out how to do Mori-san’s problems?” Daisuke gave a short snort of derision.

      “Man, you know I never work those. That man’s idea of math is whacked.” The boy on the other end chuckled in agreement.

      “Oh well then, bye,” the boy replied, then, “Hey, if I find someone with the answers I’ll call you.”

      “Thanks,” Daisuke said, “Good-bye.” Giving his own chuckle, he clicked his phone off with a beep and turned to grab the towel from the bed. Instead he met with a pair of rather bemused blue-violet eyes.

      “You know Daisuke,” came the droll response, “you might score higher on your tests if you actually *did* your homework.” Ken shook his head in mock admonition. If it were possible, he would have sworn that Daisuke blushed, from head to toe.

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