You and Vince were roomates for about two years time. You two shared an appartment in New York, and you were both also in college.

Currently, it was summer and it was hot as heck, and you were sitting at the kitchen table, a fan on top of it that was blowing away directly at your face. Your hair swayed everywhere as you scrolled trough your phone, trying to ignore the heat.

Vince dragged himself over to the fridge, looking for anything cold and refreshing. He only wore a tank top and shorts, and he also had hairclips holding his bangs up, which was extremely funny to look at, considering he never does it unless the heat is just THAT bad

After a moment of skimming trough the fridge, he turned to you "Where did the Oreos go? I swear there was like half a box left from yesterday..."