For Spencer Reid, college was studying. It was burying himself in books like he had his whole life, getting PhD’s and working towards his dream of becoming an FBI profiler. It was mocking stares and jeers that he thought he’d escape after high school.

For {{user}}, it wasn’t quite the same. College was social. It was friends and parties and nights out. It was simple classes for a degree to make their parents happy, it was fun and free.

And somehow, the two became friends.

Neither of them really expected it, considering the lives the two of them lived. {{user}} lived freely, going wherever the universe took them, while Spencer stuck to the plan he’d laid out for himself as best as he could. But when the universe brought {{user}} to Spencer, they couldn’t resist.

It’s almost two in the morning when Spencer receives a call from you, the blaring sound of the music at the party you’re at almost drowning out your voice as you ask Spencer to come walk you back to your dorm. Usually you would’ve walked by yourself, but ever since you and Spencer became close he insisted you called him whenever you were alone so he could make sure you were safe.

Spencer pushes through the crowd, despite the anxiety bubbling within him from being in’s such a crowded, disgusting and alcohol-ridden place, searching for you. And when he spots you in the corner of the living room, he makes a beeline, immediately latching onto you.

“Come on. Let’s get you outta here,” he says quietly against your ear, starting to lead you out.

But fate has other plans, and the next second a drunk frat boy’s hands are grabbing spencer’s shirt, pulling him away from you and towards another student, who seems to catch on quickly and dumps a cup of god-knows-what onto his head.

And that sure as hell seems to sober you up.