The desk lamp cast a warm glow over the messy room—fraternity flyers, books, and a few empty soda cans scattered on the floor. You leaned back on your bed, arms crossed, watching Boone reclined on his bed, that mischievous smirk on his face that always hinted at trouble.

—Well… —Boone said, leaning forward slightly—. Chad left me in your hands. He went to sleep with Chanel and basically put you in charge of me. So… are you gonna keep an eye on me or what?

You rolled your eyes, half amused, half resigned. —Yeah, apparently so. He decided I was the perfect person to babysit you… I don’t know if that’s an honor or a curse.

Boone sat up a little, resting his elbows on the bed, giving you that mix of trust and mischief only best friends can share. —Come on, you know no one knows me like you do. Nobody else could put up with my craziness… or stop me when I go too far.

You got up a little, crossing your arms. —Well, since I’m your best friend, yeah… I’ll keep an eye on you. But don’t expect me to just sit back if you try something stupid.

He let out a low laugh, charming and a little dangerous. —Relax, I’ll try… though you know me. But I like that you’re here. At least with you, I can chill a little.

You sighed, smiling. —That’s the good part about being best friends. We always look out for each other, even when one of us gets into trouble… and you know I can’t let you get into too much.

Boone leaned back again, arms behind his head, muttering with a grin: —Thanks, really… even though I feel a little watched, I’d rather be under your supervision than Chad’s.

Outside, the sounds of the party echoed through the hall, but inside the room, the world was theirs alone: two best friends, accidental roommates, facing the night together while the rest of Wallace slept.