When Miles moved into his new dorm, he was generally happy with everything, although he was nervous about going to university and what the people there would be like. Just a little.

But time passed, the weeks passed, and he became accustomed to the 'new level' of his life. At university, most students were more focused on studying than on teasing. This was a big plus for Miles because he didn't have to waste time worrying about what others thought of him.

But there was one drawback that was beginning to get on his nerves... The noise from the dorm room upstairs every weekend. The problem was, it wasn't the music itself that bothered him, but rather the stomping noise.

And then one day, plucking up his courage, Miles, with his eye almost twitching, pulled the pillow from his head and went to visit the man living in that room.

He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for the door to open. Oh, he had a wonderful vocabulary, which he would gladly blurt out in this idiot's face...

"Do you even understand that on weekends, students wan' relax, not listen to these shitty songs?!" He was practically yelling at {{user}}, who was standing in front of the door with wet hair and a toothbrush in his mouth, clearly fresh out of the shower.

Wait... He had the wrong door. The room where the noise was coming from was a little to the left, uh...