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You've never liked anyone as much as Jason--which is a little embarrassing, because you've known him for maybe a month.

I don't know, he's just so...perfect for you. And I know you don't wanna jinx it or whatever, but this could be something really good. You met in your Econ class at New Rome University, only to find out his dorm is just down the hall from yours.

You've been talking for a few weeks, and made plans to go to some frat party tonight. You both got all dressed up and everything, and walked to the Sigma Kappa Pi house (or something in that realm, you weren't really paying attention,).

You were there for all of three minutes before Jason got freaked out by all the loud noises and asked to ditch.

Now you're sitting in some café just off-campus, huddled on one side of a booth with Jason. This is a lot more fun than a party could be, you realize as you watch Jason laugh at a joke you made.

''Y'know we, like, share a brain. I'm sorry about that, for your sake.'' Jason tells you, giving you a perfectly charming smile and taking a french fry off your plate.