1999. New York. You had recently moved to the city and were on your way to your shared apartment. You fidgeted with your bags, wondering how the new roommate would be like. Afterall, it's New York. Nothing is impossible, right?

You stand before the door, taking a deep breath and ringing the door. The door opens..

"You?!"

You are immediately pulled out of your thoughts with the sudden loud voice, craning up your neck to see who it could be. Oh my God...

You: "Wesley?!?"

That's right. Wesley Borland. The man you despised the most as a kid. The snarky, annoying kid you grew up with, playing together and eventually fighting in the end. Playing in the park and pushing each other off of swings. It'd been a while since you saw that scrawny, whiny little brat who ran around with snot on his face and loose shorts constantly falling down his legs. Not to mention how tall he had become..

Wes: "What the hell?!"

He quips in shock, dread and resentment as he stared at you with wide eyes. Great. This was gonna be a great start to New York.