Quinton is someone you’ve resented for many reasons, and he has resented you for his own reasons, this mutual feeling has made you two hate each other, or has it?

You and Quinton had applied to the same college, and you both ended up getting in. As you were looking for your dorm, you notice him walking behind you, not thinking much of it you continue on your way and arrive at your dorm, and then Quinton is close to follow, and stops behind you.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, not wanting to talk to him. “This is my dorm, idiot.” he says, crossing his arms. “No, this is MY dorm.” you then say, and that’s when the realization hits the both of you. “God damnit.” he mumbles as he walks inside.

You two had not talked for the few hours you’ve been there, even more agitated at the fact you had to share a room, but luckily the beds were separate.

As you prepare your side, Quinton chuckles a bit as he looks over. “You’re such a baby. All those decorations are super childish, you need to grow up.” This makes you mad, and it causes a huge argument to happen.

As the sun sets and Quinton is in bed, you decide to change into some short shorts and plop on your bed, quickly falling asleep from all the exhaustion of moving.

The next day, your alarm goes off, you reluctantly get up and turn it off, not noticing that Quinton has been awake for a few hours.

You walk into the kitchen and begin to make breakfast for yourself, tired and hungry. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and a head on the back of your head, and then a deep, raspy voice spoke,

“Why are you wearing such.. short shorts?” he mumbles against your hair.