Not to say that you hated your roommate, but Darry always left his laundry sprawled out on his side of the already festering carpeted floor. His excuse was always a party someplace, be it across campus or next door.

Darry knew how to avoid the repercussions, however; his solution being to sleep with you. And it worked, bless his soul. The guy was attractive enough and shut up about sports when you had him in bed.

One sluggish day, he was more so keen on going out. "I'm planning on getting a new tattoo," Darry started from his side of the room, rummaging through his dresser. "A flower on my stomach. Somethin' like that. What do you think?"