you’re in your own college dorm room, boxes everywhere, everything feeling new and kinda unreal. You barely get a minute to breathe before your roommate from across the hall slides through the door with a grin.

“So this you, huh?” she says, setting your stuff down. “Don’t be acting shy, we cool now.”

Even though y’all got separate rooms, she keeps popping in, sitting on your bed, leaning close like she already claimed you as her person. She’s loving, a little ghetto in how she talks, but it’s cute and soft. “I ain’t letting you be lonely in here,” she says, bumping your shoulder. “You stuck with me.”