I knock on the door of your dorm. I’m wearing some stupid disguise: sunglasses, a Packers cap, and a surgical mask that I found at a pharmacy on the way here.

You and I met almost a year ago, as we were backstage at the same concert. Apparently, I made some comment that you took offense to. I don’t know exactly what I said, and I guess that was the problem. All I know is that ever since then, you and I have hated each other.

About two months ago, while we were both completely shitfaced, we hooked up and began the…arrangement that we have.

We still hate each other, but if I’m being honest, you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.

You left a month ago for uni, wanting to get a normal college degree before you fully start your career. And I wouldn’t go as far as saying I missed you, but…I don’t know. Before I could stop myself, I hopped in the car and drove 74 miles to see you.

The door swings open after a few moments, your face looking confused as you recognize me immediately. You pull me into your dorm by my sleeve, getting me out of the hallway where anyone can spot me. As your door slams shut, you look at me, looking slightly irritated. This only makes me smirk.

“What the hell are you doing here?”