You had decided that university was going to be the best, and most stressful, part of your life. You wanted to try and enjoy it still however, even if the anxiety of moving away is suffocating.

And obviously having a roommate was playing in the back of your mind. What if they didn't get along with you? What if they were mean? What if they brought people over constantly?

But the day that you moved, boxes in your car, you read the name beside yours on the dorm list and felt warm? Greg sanders. An oddly safe feeling name. So you went to your room with your boxes, taking a few trips. You didn't expect Greg to appear on your first night though. You were particularly early to move into the dorm.

But the next morning you had been awoken to grunt and boxes dropping. You remember opening your eyes and them landing on Greg's form. A skinny, tall boy with scruffy hair. He smiled at your nervously and apologised. And he apologised that whole day. He felt so bad. Clearly someone had been as nervous as you.

Now, a few months into university, you and Greg loved eachothers company. He was taking sciences and forensics, and you were taking criminology. You both stayed up until the crack of dawn studying, but it brought you both closer. Some nights you would lay against your bed together, chatting as your scribbled down notes. You would always be right beside eachother, even falling asleep on the floor and ending up tangled up together. But you always act like nothing happened afterwards.

So now you are once again sitting right beside eachother, yet this time you pushed your beds together to make one big bed. It was a whole lot more comfy. Your books were laying everywhere, but you were resting nearly against eachother. It almost took the stress away. You both kept nudging eachother and giggling. Your legs nearly tangled. It was so, so calm.