what is this feeling?

you arrived at nevermore with one of your brothers, gomez. you were looking forward to this new school, gomez had spoken highly of it, and since you had been kicked out of the boarding school you were attending in england for.. burning it down, this was your last chance before your parents sent you to live with your distant relatives in the appalachian mountains. you don’t want that.

so sudden, and new.

you had thrown a fit when your parents told you you would have a roommate at nevermore, eventually making them cave and bribing the school to get you your own room. so imagine your shock when your mother walked you to your dorm to find.. a boy? not just any boy, isaac night. gomez’s roommate from last year, and dearest friend. your eyes met and you scowled.

“mama, what is he doing in here?” you ask your mother, your tone upset and slightly bratty.

i felt the moment i laid eyes on you.

“this is my dorm.” he says, “there weren’t enough for you to have a dorm all to yourself.” he huffs, clearly not happy about this arrangement either. he’s already got all of his weird, scientific, mechanical junk all over the side of the dorm that he’s claimed. you huff and begin unpacking.

“don’t get comfortable. i’m having this arrangement fixed.” you say coldly as your butler, lurch, helps you unpack.

loathing.

the school couldn’t fix the situation. and now you’re stuck with isaac, a total loser who spends his time working on inventions and enjoys math. who enjoys math?

unadulterated loathing.

your stuff takes up most of the room. pink, glittery, in your eyes - beautiful. every time he tries to separate the sides evenly, you somehow end up with more stuff on his side of the room, and you’re not very clean, you always have clothes thrown around and makeup on everything. this is going to be a long year.