as you sat in your living room waiting for your roommate to get there, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

what if they hated you? what if it was your worst enemy from middle school? god even worse…. what if it was some slob from the high school you went tov

once there was a knock at the door you smiled and got up opening the door finding…. a man? they must’ve had the wrong apartment.

you scanned the man up and down. he had on a letterman jacket, a box in his hand, a duffel bag slung over his shoulders, dark brown hair and eyes, around 6’2.