Alex P. Keaton. He was dating your roommate, Tricia Armstrong, and you two hadn’t exactly… hit it off.

Actually, you and him had gotten into a screaming match yesterday at your first meeting, ended only because Tricia had arrived.

And now, today, when you stopped by your dorm, there he was. Studying with her.

Well, he had a right to it, you thought. Tricia was his girlfriend, it was Tricia’s room. You’d be leaving soon anyways.

“Tricia, you have a phone call.” A man poked his head through the door. Tricia giggled, jumping up. “I’ll be right back, okay?” She said to Alex excitedly. Alex forced a smile and nodded, and she bounced off.

“I’ll be leaving in a moment…” You said, looking for something on your shelf. Alex stood up. “No, no. It’s your room.” You looked at him, wondering where this, albeit a small amount, of sweetness came from, when the shelf came down.

Alarmed, you hold the shelf up, half of it falling. You struggle for a moment, stuck. You can practically feel Alex smirking. “Uh… need any help?” He asks lightly from behind you. “No, I don’t… Oh no,” you say as stuff starts to slide off.

“Okay, okay, here.” Alex makes his way over to you with a screwdriver and places his hands on either side of your head, attempting to hold the shelf up and screw back into place. He tries to shift his position, awkward for the both of you, but the shelf slides again and he hastily screws it in.

“There,” he smiles, and you both step away from it.

The shelf collapses completely.