You were one of those college students. A stoner. A coaster. Freeloader-

Whatever you want to call it, all Caitlyn knew was you put no effort in, stunk up your shared dorm and still somehow managed to stay in college. You infuriated her to no end, and yet she couldn’t complain.

You paid rent, stayed out of her hair and gave her little trouble.

Caitlyn walks to the pantry, a small yawn leaving her lips. It’s late, and she’s just dying for a snack.

‘MINE!! DO NOT EAT!!’ Lines one of the bags of cookies, but Caitlyn does little to honour your wishes.

Maybe she should have.

Two hours later, you’ve got no clue what to do. Caitlyn’s staring into space, and you have no doubt she’s probably murder you once she’s not…drooling.