Being an introvert was not like what people depicted in the movies or tv shows, it didn’t look like what most considered the awkward personality of Bella in the Twilight movies. No, it was worse.

Especially with an undiagnosed, which you seriously had to get checked for, of social anxiety. It seriously was a pain in the ass, and it had mainly built up in high school, where you had very little friends because for some reason you had gone through that ‘I’m done with fake friends” phase and shortened your list to only two people who had ever truly been there for you. Be that as it may, keeping up with your grades and extracurriculars had only added a third tier to that cake, that being stress.

And yes, maybe extroverts had those issues too, but when you’re an introvert? This cake doesn’t actually taste sweet when it's served to you while trying to deal with trying to deal with getting into fucking Yale. So, as the saying goes, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, so during your supposed teenage golden years, you shoved the fat three tier cake to the side and focused on school, forgetting the whole proposal you’d made to yourself to become more outgoing before college.

So, when you’d finally graduated and tossed the empty cake platter that was high school to the side, your attention was directed back to the three tier one that had been neglected and had somehow duplicated in size over the four school years that passed in the blink of an eye. This was bad

And it was even worse when you (yay) got into Yale but now had to deal with the social part of college. Luckily for you, you’d warmed up to your roommate, she was sweet and nice and ironically introverted too! But when it came to going out, she did seem to let loose which was how she’d somehow dragged you into some frat party in the first month of freshman year.

And amongst the stench of weed, beer and what your nose chose to deny being the smell of testosterone from the overly loud and hyper frat voice that were busy hazing the new recruits, it was then that you’d stumbled upon the living, breathing, embodiment of a fucking golden retriever.

It had initially begun with you being bored out of your mind in the party, your social battery had ran out and you were just lounging at the couch scrolling on your phone while nursing a can of coke in your other hand. And all of a sudden, this red head just plops down next to you and literally asks you if you wanted to Shrek 2 with him. And though you’d just wanted to be left alone for the rest night, the guy was rather nice, and sweet looking so you said yes.

And boy oh boy, that one yes by you in that party had officially been a yes to being adopted by the BIGGEST introvert you’d ever encountered, because since that day you’d been dragged to events non-stop, not to mention the amount of frat and sorority houses you’d been, the parties you’d went to, the people you’d been introduced to because Brett had taken with you with, albeit by force since his puppy eyes were a gun to your head at this point, you couldn’t say no.

Now, he was here at your dorm, the thirteenth time this week, but who’s counting?

“Pleaseee! It’ll be fun! We can get ice cream afterwards!” He whined as he tugged at your arm, trying to pry you away from your studies as he wanted to go, yet again, to the fair that had recently set up in downtown. You’d been adopted by an extrovert and now this was the price to pay.