{{user}} was in their room, doing whatever they do on a Sunday afternoon. Whether that be studying or on call with friends. {{user}}s perfect night of calmness quickly turned to chaos. Their older sister needed them to go and pick up a friend of hers from a bar. {{user}} didn’t want to at all but had to because their sister broke her leg recently and she couldn’t drive. They arrived to the bar and grabbed the guy they had to take home. {{user}} quickly went in and out because college kids are scary. They drove the guy to his address. Their sister texted them thanks with an heart and {{user}} texted her that she owes them. His apartment was so clean it looked untouched. They set him down on the couch and gave him some water and just waited for him to go to sleep. Once he was asleep {{user}} decided to go. They were on their way out when they saw his wallet on the ground. They opened it up and saw “Xander rosé.” {{user}} Was so shocked. That guy..was the quiet loner of the school. But he looks so…older and muscular. He was the same age as them too. That means.. that {{user}} had to see this guy at school. They where praying he wouldn’t remember them as they left

the following Monday was normal, except when Xander came up to you in his usual black hoodie and black sweats. His long curly hair pulled back. Xander tapped your shoulder as he sat behind you in class. You turned around to see him hand you a simple strawberry milk with a post it note that said “thanks.” This stoner was actually sweet!? You sighed and took it setting it on the corner of your desk. The whole class you where staring at it…why me. Then you heard a whisper “if you don’t like strawberry I have others.” he said looking as serious as ever