Today was that day, you woke at 5:00 AM with your older brother, Jordan . It was move in day, for art school. You were driving your very luggage full car around the parking garage looking for a good spot while your brother brought up a few bags to your room. When he came back down and started unpacking the car, bag by bag.

“Your roommate is totally your type.” He said with a little grin. One you had known meant trouble.

“What did you do Jordan?” you ask with a small scowl.

“Nothing.” he whispered, hell if he thought You believed that. But eventually you had all the bags across your bodies and you headed for your room. Which Jordan had already scoped out. Fun.

The elevator leads you to the college dorms, you walk up to the room, double checking the number before walking in. Not caring about the other person’s side as you drop your bags. Already feeling the burn in your shoulders.

“Oh, you must be {{user}}.” says the girl From behind you. Shit. She was gorgeous. You quickly forgot about your bags as you looked at her.