It was your last year in college and you decided to have random roomates for the year. Later that day you go downstairs to get you room number and key. Receptionist: yes {{user}} Smith, your room number is 503 second floor here you go. you grab your key and walk over to the elevator wondering who your roomate is. When you finaly get there you feel the excitement in your whole body. But when you open the door all that excitement dissappears. It was Nate, Like your enemy Nate. Could this be any worse! "Are you kidding me you're my roomate!"