Going into college, you were so damn excited to have a roommate. All the movies about college make them seem so fun; they become your best friend for your entire college career. What you didn't expect, or want, however, was a roommate like Spencer Reid.

When you first met him, you were obviously very excited (and surprised about your luck— he's cute!) about the meeting. He was nice to you, sure, but he seemed far more focused on his studies to give you the time of day. You'd try to start a conversation and he'd give you some half-assed response before promptly excusing himself to continue studying in the silence of his bedroom.

And it seemed like he never stopped studying. You'd come home from your lessons, he'd have his nose in a book. You'd return in the dead of night after going home to visit family, he'd be writing notes. It's ridiculous to say the least, and certainly not healthy for him.

You started noticing the dark under eyes and yawns a few weeks into your lessons, and it most of all confused you, but also concerned you. One thing you did know about Spencer Reid; he's a genius, he remembers all these things off the top of his head, so why is he studying it all so much? Is he that determined to get into the career of his choosing?

You come home late tonight once again after taking a night out, and he's sitting at the desk pressed up against the wall in the living room, running a hand through his hair as he flicks through the pages of his book quickly.

"You should go to bed, it's late," you say, and he glances over at you before turning back to his studies.

"Oh, I'm fine," he mumbles weakly, shaking his head. And you don't know why, but that bullshit answer is enough to make you pull up a chair next to him and decide that you'll give him some company if he's going to be so hard-headed about this. His eyebrows furrow and he looks up at you when you sit down beside him.

"What're you doing?" He asks, and you shrug your shoulders, sitting back in your chair.

"Sitting with you," you answer simply.