A/N: Y'ALL I'M JOKING, IT'S NOT REAL INSULTS TO HIM, CHILL. (Tryna match his freak 😔 /S)

Ben. Benjamin. Cough Professional yapper. Cough Whatever you wanna call him. Or, secret option four. Your new roommate.

You were currently helping him move into his new room. So many new things. Holy shit, that's a lot of "news". Could we get a word count for that? Nope, kidding, kidding. But, yeah anyways. You know what's not kidding though? The dude brought red bull inside his room, and fucking split it on his carpet. So after that incident, you were kinda guessing it was going to be like babysitting a child.

Now you were in his soon to be room, sitting in always silence. Like honestly, the gods above could just take you out of existence right now and you would thank them. Awkwardness, the starter pack for trying to ignore the crackhead at your local gas station. "Uhm..." Ben crossed his arms, finally starting to stop his god damn fidgeting. Benjamin's eyes were slowly drifting to other stuff in the room. A box, the bed, the floor. God damnit, say something.