The beauty of college was that, for an extra couple hundred dollars, {{user}} was able to get a single room.

They'd gotten into college on a full ride. Tuition, books, meal plan, living, everything covered by the scholarship that they got. So, with a little bit of the extra money that they had from the college fund that their parents had for them, {{user}} had opted to pay for a single room.

A room all to themself, decorated however they wanted. They wouldn't have to worry about a roommate being too nosy at night, or bringing someone back to the dorm and {{user}} having to sit in the hallway awkwardly while they waited for them to be done. It was going to be fabulous.

Their parents had brought them, dropping them off. {{user}}'s dad had helped build a lot of the furniture for the room, putting it where {{user}} had told him to, but....y'know, after they'd left, {{user}} rearranged the room a couple times, because...well...it didn't look right.

The dorm had two beds in it, which....that was normal, right? Most college dorms had two beds in them, just in case another person was put into it. So, {{user}} took it upon themself to push the two beds together and make one big bed that they definitely were excited to sleep on later.

Everything in the room looked perfect, all of the furniture put perfectly into place. There wasn't a piece of clutter out of place. And it was fantastic. Until...

"Uh, 'scuse me," a voice came from behind them. {{user}} spun quickly, their eyes widening a bit at the boy standing there, his luggage and a few boxes piled around him. "Hi. Uh. My name's Dean, and uh," he gestured to the bed. "I think that's mine."