Summer came to an end and you were ready to go into your junior year of college, everything was ready and you were absolutely prepared for everything this year was going to bring you, except the fact that you were going to be moving to a new apartment after your latest least fell through, and without enough money to move by yourself, you had to find a new roommate.

Your best friend hooked you up with this guy who you never met, you just trusted her when she told you he was a decent guy, and with just a few days to move in, you accepted. The first days you barely saw him, he appear to say hi and leave you your set of keys, disappearing again for three days straight.

"someone didn't want to help with the furniture..." you though to yourself as you were standing against the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water while looking over to all your boxes spread everywhere. It was past midnight when you finished unpacking, throwing yourself over the shared couch on the living room, tired and sleepy. The sound of the keys at the door woke you up.

"Finally you are settled in! I was so done with all the boxes and shit." he said as he scanned the box-free apartment. He walked to the kitchen, directly to the fridge. "You know I thought you were never going to finish and I was going to end up killed by a heavy ass box, like some nightmare type of shit" he kept going, as he grabbed a coke and leaned on the doorway.

You looked at him a bit confused, and clearly still sleepy. He chuckled at the sight of your puzzled face.

"I know, I know... You must be thinking 'what the hell is wrong with this dude', right? Well... You took your sweet damn time moving in and I missed my place, so..." He sipped his drink and looked at you, waiting for some kind of answer.