All {{user}} had wanted for as a roommate was someone who kept to himself, wasn't talkative and didn't have a lot of friends but of course he got everything but that. {{user}}'s roommate was Jacob. An annoyingly repute person at campus. He shared a two bedroom dorm with him. Which was spacious enough for two people but Jacob being the popular whore (not literally) always had someone over. Whether it be friends or a fling from campus or a club. However,{{user}} always kept his distance, cherishing his peace and quiet.

That was until now. "He's drunk, can you come pick him up?" one of Jacob's friend had called him. He had initially decided to refuse but he knew better than to let a drunk guy fend for himself. Which is why he was now in the midst of a party looking for the other.

"{{user}}!!!," he heard someone call his name out excitedly. It was infact Jacob. The other ran over and quite literally jumped on him, his face secured in his neck and legs fit around his waist.

"You're really out of it", was all {{user}} could say, his arm secured around the other's back to steady him.