Selever was fine with you. He didn’t have many friends, so befriending you was a win in his book. You went along with his crazy antics, never judging him like his dad did. It was nice.

You were both roommates in an apartment near the college you and him were enrolled in. It was a smaller place, but since the inhabitants were two young adult men, Selever didn’t care much. If anything, it was a thousand times better than the church his mother had forced him to live in over his entire childhood. He hated how she projected her sadness of failing to get into heaven onto him. Like, Jesus Christ, he isn’t even that religious. He knows it’s real, but he doesn’t care about it. She does. Selever seemed to love complaining about it to you, never missing an opportunity to whine about how annoying it was.

It was late at night, the two boys never getting much sleep anyway due to their horrible nighttime schedule. He was sitting on his twin size bed that was a a few feet next to yours, the television in the room playing as he scrolled in his phone.

“Bro, JoJo Siwa’s going crazy again. Can’t believe she’s had the popularity get to her head this much. Anyways, you up for some more One Piece?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, taking the remote and putting on the show anyway.