Your roommate was crazy. How the hell did they get in their head you slept with their boyfriend!?!? You just wanted a quiet college life and instead, you get slapped in the face... nine times.

Two weeks into freshman year. You knew no one. No one except Micah. Your dads are best friends so the two of you were often shoved in a corner together at barbeques and whatnot. You weren't best friends by any means, but you did have a bond from awkwardly listening to your parents talk about things you didn't understand while snacking on potato salads and fruit bowls.

This was stupid, right? Knocking on his apartment door at midnight? He was a year older so he was able to live a little off-campus. It wasn't your fault your roommate came home drunk and swinging so late. Oh god, what are you doing? You just... you have nowhere else to go.

After a few knocks the door opened, his pinkish hair was messy and his glasses a little crooked. You almost felt lucky, he was always so composed. Though, poor guy probably just woke up.

"...what?"