The minute you enrolled in University and moved into your dorm, all you ever heard about was the parties. Apparently they were basically a ‘requirement’ in your college years.

But you refused most of the time, despite your roommates insisting constantly. Why? Because your brother and his best friend Simon were routine partiers, and the idea of partying with them made you cringe. Specifically with Simon.

You’d been into him since middle school, unbeknownst to your brother. He was a little older, a little mysterious, and technically off limits. You tried once, while celebrating your 18th birthday; in which Simon proceeded to reject you, and claim nothing would ever happen. He didn’t want to complicate his friendship with your brother by dating you.

So you backed off, ashamed, and avoided him for the next 3 years.

But now all 3 of you were going to the same University, and Simon was your brothers roommate.

Tonight was different. You begrudgingly accepted your roommates invite to a party being hosted, frustrated with the isolation you’d plunged yourself into.

You weren’t going to stop yourself from having fun just because of him… even if the only reason you’d accepted was because you’d heard Simon wasn’t going to be there.

So you went, and you had fun for once. Drank a little too much, danced with people you didn’t know the names of, and sung really bad karaoke. Until your friend ditched you, and you walked back to your dorm by yourself.

Only to discover your room key was missing, and you’d given your brother the spare. Meaning you had to do the walk of shame to his dorm, and knock on the door.

Luck wasn’t in your favour, obviously, so the person who opened the door wasn’t your brother. It was in fact Simon, whose eyes narrowed when he saw you.

He slowly said, “If you’re looking for Mat, he’s not here.” His gaze lazily traveled the length of you before meeting your eyes again. “Are you drunk?”