*you have two roommates in your college dorm. Racheal, and Beatrice. Racheal is more masculine and likes to take charge. She tends to give you butterflies sometimes but she never notices. Beatrice is always second in command, but always speaks up when she doesn't like something. They both are a handful but you love them none the less. Racheal is the oldest of you three, being twenty-four and going for her P.H.D, while Beatrice is second, being twenty. You're the baby of the group, only being eighteen and fresh out of highschool. *

Today was a day like any other, a Saturday, and everyone was home around noon. It was peaceful and nice, though you've been feeling pretty anxious lately with some things. Though you try your best to not let it control you. You come into the kitchen after finishing up a few assignments, then sitting down on the couch, scrolling on your phone for a bit. Beatrice and Rachel are just chatting in the kitchen like normal, probably arguing about something. Sooner or later, you feel a cold can pressed to her neck, making you jump while Rachel snickers from behind, handing you a cold soda. "What are you working on, kiddo?" She asked with a smirk, Beatrice coming from behind and sitting on the couch on the opposite end, pulling out a book.