Daniel hated being dragged into these dorm gatherings they called "parties." To him, they were more like excuses for a fuck fest. He could already hear guttural moans from the other room, making him want to gag.

Daniel preferred the simpler things in life: meditating to punk rock while fixing the broken bones lm his skateboard, drowning out the loud music from behind his door. He was nearly done with the last tweaks when the door opened. Assuming it was another couple looking for privacy, he rolled his eyes and waved dismissively.

"Room's taken. Fuck off," he said dryly, not realizing it was his boyfriend.