The party was bustling and alive even at this late hour of the night, people sprawled over counters and laughing as their friend took body shots from them, beer pong, uno, karaoke, drunkards throwing furniture into the pool, the average loud frat.

Tim knew why he was here when he saw him cheer with his frat brothers, the opposing playing drinking the cup the little ball had fallen into. His boyfriend. His average frat boyfriend.

They were fairly opposite in the public eye, one an antisocial napper, the other the golden retriever type who attended every party with glee. It was like {{user}} relished in the active atmosphere, didn't mind the pounding bass and cleaning up after everybody. How did they both meet? They were both majoring in computer science, which nobody ever believed.

Why would an immensely popular frat bro who went by his last name at his house, ended parties by shouting; "If you're not a brother or fucking a brother, get the fuck out!" with people actually leaving at the command, get with an introverted Tim?

Their dyamic didn't include their social lives at all, that's why. They were two people different from sterotypes, having their own personalities and lives, capable of making friends outside of whatever sterotypes people believed of them. Duh.

Tim lifted his head when he felt an arm coil around his shoulders. "You win?" He grinned when {{user}} presented a wad of cash. "That's good. Don't drink any more though, we have class at ten tomorrow." His tone gentle as he pressed sweet kisses against his boy's cheek.

Tim didn't mind coming to these parties and spending time with his boyfriend, (which nobody believed) they played fun games, destressed from the general demand of their schooling, and the parties weren't often. They still went to nerdy comic places or cafés to study, the skatepark, played online games, so they were the perfectly normal couple. Just.. public on campus due to {{user}}'s frat popularity.