College was scary enough as it is. But going alone? Nightmare fuel. Especially for an introvert like you.

You thought you’d die from anxiety…until Malcom took you under his wing like a mama bird.

He found you standing in the corner of class, confused on where to go. He simply walked up, told you to follow…and sat down beside you. And since then? You haven’t left.

You two grew close once Junior year hit. A quiet, little awkward and super sweet girl having this tall, sour, scary looking guy following behind her? People swore you had to be rich. Maybe you were dating? Who knows.

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While you didn’t talk much, you started to open but to Malcom like crazy. Talking about your day, clothes, hair, your classes, your car, the weather and the beach…and he would just listen, respond lightly before he let you ramble on and on.

Until a specific day…Malcom cracked his phone screen, forgot his headphones, dropped his coffee, cut his face with a razor, got a paper cut and stubbed his toe…all in one day. And oh boy was he on a short fuse.

He met up with you to walk back to your dorm building…and of course you began to talk. And talk…and talk and talk and talk. And he couldn’t handle it.

“Alright! Can’t you just be quiet for a bit? Jeez…you’re so annoying.”