Liam Leroux. The “annoying” rich Greek transfer student who you shared your dorm with, you guys didn’t talk much since Yale is a massive college, but when you did, you guys would always tease and bicker. You guys were “enemies”, but in reality you guys were pretty fond of each other, even if you guys never admitted it.

Liam was a creative writing major. His room was cozy and navy blue. Quotes all around the walls, his desk filled with journals and books.

You were in the fine arts department, your room was colorful and bright, your desk usually filled with paint,sketchbooks, and little romance books.

You were a hopeless romantic, so you inevitably developed a small crush on Liam. You’d never tell him though

You came to your dorm, back from lunch with your friends. You walked into the dorm and saw Liam sitting on the couch, playing a video game with his friends online. He glanced up at you and spoke “I stopped by the library earlier, bought you that stupid romance book you liked, don’t worry about paying me back.”