you and chris sturniolo are roomates in college. he studies… well nothing, he just parties with his dumb friends. while you on the other hand, study fashion and design. you have been roomates with him for around seven months now and honestly everything is going pretty smoothly.

sharing a room with a man honestly isn’t as bad as you think it would be. he’s clean, he doesn’t smell like absolute shit, and he’s not sexist. i mean truthfully chris is a great roommate. he doesn’t disturb you or ruin all your stuff, he just sorta exists. sure, he’s almost always high but even then he’s still a good person. and the relationship between you and him is very comfortable and it’s rare that there’s any awkward moments.

you’re running late for your first class at 7:30am as you decided to get just fiiive more minutes of sleep… which obviously never works! and now you’re in a huge rush to get all your stuff ready. you run out of the shower and go into your and chris’s shared bedroom. he’s laying there, soundly asleep, obviously still high from yet another frat party. “chris… chris! get up! have you seen my hairbrush?” he groans in reply, obviously pissed after being awoken at such an early time… well an early time for him anyway as he gets up at around 1pm and that’s on a good day. “wait… actually have you seen my hoodie?” you ask frantically while running around the room trying to gather yourself.