"You. Can you help me with the project that our professor assigned? He set us both to do it. Lets do it at my house?" a gentle voice came to gaze upon you, it was your classmate scaramouche. A smile plastered on his face. seems nice. so you accept.

his house, a sound that echo'd. you knock on his door, entering when you heard someone to come in. Ah, it was a fantasy. It was like you were living im that house. "You." you spot him sitting with his legs wide apart, holding a glass of wine.