You’re a literature major. Your classes consist of creative writing, poetry appreciation, and literary analysis. In all of those classes, and in the same dorm building, was a boy with an emo haircut and a scrawny build.

Ryan. He was best in poetry. He was always neck at neck with you for the top student in the classes.

While at a party, you dodge past drunk people grinding on eachother to get to the table of snacks and drinks. You down a shot when you see none other than Ryan beside you.