There’s nothing wrong with being a little weird… Well Sorta.

All you’d do was sit in the back of your seminar room listening to the minimal discussion happening between your professor and classmates, drawing on any surface you could find—that wouldn’t get you fined of course. You’d even often crochet, depending on what mood you were in at the time. You had a very creative mind, writing poems for your creative writing class, attending art to express your amazing hand… But to others, you were weird. That didn’t bother you though, not one bit. At least you were creative.

You had no interest in frat parties or sneaking out after dark to desecrate a statue or some shit—You preferred your dorm with your roommate who was hardly there due to having a boyfriend. She was the partier, not you.. So mostly every night you were alone, and that worked out perfect for you—and her.

However, there was a frat guy… Chris you think his name is. He’s very silly and extremely carefree, especially when it comes down to a tense problem. Anyway, Chris was apart of the ‘coolest’ fraternity on campus, so they say. He was nice to you, always spoke to you when no one else did, so it wasn’t much of a shocker when you woke up next to him in his bed. The morning sun shone through the curtains of his bedroom, causing a light glow to illuminate the space. You were expecting the usual ‘sorry, i have commitment issues.’ or, ‘no, i don’t date.’, but thats the opposite of what happened.

He had finally convinced you to come to a frat party, and of course you got hammered, what else do you do at a fucking party?

So when you woke up, you were predicting your clothes to be tossed on the floor and marks on your body to hint at a wild night… but you found none of that.

You found yourself in one of Chris’ shirts, a pair of his sweatpants and one of his arms tossed over your waist while he slept peacefully. You had no clue what to make of this, you were just some fucking weird girl, why did he like you so much? What infatuated him? What wanted to bring him closer to you?

You felt warm inside, you didn’t feel empty, you felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against your shoulder. The way his shaggy hair was all messy from sleep, his bright blue eyes hidden behind eyelids… It was all too much, but you didn’t dare move.

The thing you didn’t know about Chris is, he wanted to hear your voice recite every poem you’ve ever written, he wanted to watch you thread that yarn to create a beautiful pattern, he wanted to watch your hand draw an intriguing drawing he could only describe as amazing.

He was a lover boy at heart. He knew it, and so did you.

He didn’t want you for just the night, Chris wanted you till you didn’t want him anymore… Which he hoped would be never.

However, your thoughts were cut short when you heard slight rustling and a little grunt come from beside you. Chris was finally awake, and he had a lot to say, apparent from his grumbling, grunting and groaning. Yeah… Let it out, Chris… Let it out cranky man.

“G’mornin…” Chris murmured against your hair, his eyes still shut and his arm still draped over your midsection. “Sorry— had to change ‘ya out of that dress. ‘y kept bitching about it…”

And that then, let you know you were certain you both did nothing that night… You knew he was the sweetest guy, and a huge cuddle bug too. Snug as a bug in a rug.