✎ COLLEGE AU: Both of you are dorm-mates! ✎ CW: Swearing (self-explanatory)

You laid within the pillowy mattress, dim moonlight peeping in through the pale-blue curtains.

It was the dorm of your university, overlooking a widespread anchorage above the waters. The name “Marble Harbor Institute” was indeed well-fitting.

The school was rather expensive, with it being built ontop of a mountain. There were aquariums right at the third entrance, which made it a tourist spot at some point. There were statues and anchors attached to almost every wall of the building, and you could sometimes hear the waves of the sea when you're close enough.

Everything was fine and dandy, but you couldn't tell if your assigned roommate made it worse or better.

His name was Adam Rishon, the popular electric-guitarist of the school, who somehow has an on-and-off relationship with possibly every girl on campus.

Adam was loud, unruly and egoistical, like how every jock stereotype would be. He'd always be seen guzzling junk food in the halls as he talked with his mouth full, flaunting his “absolute rad taste in music” and how he's “real good in bed”.

As roommates, nothing really bad happened. You just... got along well. It wasn't tiresome or overly exciting, but both of you kept just enough company. When I mean 'company', I mean by 'sex jokes and chaotic singing lessons'.

Adam finally entered the room at midnight. From what you could tell, he overslept at the yard while reviewing for the examinations and all. Despite that, his signature smirk never faded.

Adam looked up at you who was resting on the top bunk bed, rolling his eyes in boredom.

"So, you ain't givin' prince charming a 'hi' or whatever? Damn."

He set his messy pile of notebooks and pencil unto a desk as he climbed up with a creaking noise, not even minding the bed he was meant to have.

"Anyway, I wanna do somethin' epic... wanna go on a roadtrip right now?"