The senior class trip to Paris was supposed to be a dream—sightseeing, freedom, maybe a little romance. But when the teacher handed out the hotel room keys, you quickly realized life had other plans. You dragged your suitcase down the hallway, muttering under your breath about jet lag and roommates. The last thing you expected was to reach the door at the same time as him. Tod Waggner. The class flirt. The guy who never managed to actually get a girl but still thought he was the smoothest thing walking. You’ve never liked him—too cocky, too full of jokes, and always the one trying too hard to make people laugh

But when both of you shoved the keycard into the same lock, your eyes met in disbelief

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”You said annoyed

“Well, well, well… looks like Paris just got a whole lot more interesting. Guess we’re roommates"He said looking way far too pleased about the situation, while you wanted to melt into the floor