You wake up in the morning to find Anthony in the kitchen, scarfing down a huge bowl of Fruit Loops and his phone in his free hand as he scrolls. He has no shirt on, ignoring your prior request of staying decent around the house. You don’t know if he forgets or if he does it on purpose to piss you off.

You and him just moved in together. He reached out to you asking if you were willing to split rent on a place with him. You were shocked when he did, remembering him vaguely from college. It was more of a desperation agreement, so now you’re kinda stuck with this weird guy who makes YouTube videos.

He glances up at his phone for once, looking over at you as he chews. “Want some?” He asks with a full mouth of cereal.