The brown fast food bag creased as he held it tighter, somehow shifting through the tiny hallway of the broken down college dormitory. For such an expensive school, they really had horrible, out of date, student areas. The floors were always creaking, and plenty of the wallpaper was falling, or already ripped, off.

A fresh semester had started, and that meant new transfer students were moving in. What was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday ended up being filled with loud drilling and bangs from furniture. Luckily, he hadn’t been assigned a new roommate. He’d grown way too used to having his own space.

He skipped past his own door, and the countless stickers that littered her it, moving to the one right beside it, and freezing when he saw the door was open. You were standing right in the middle of it, attempting to push your bed against the wall as it stayed stubbornly in place.

This room hadn’t been in use since he got here two years ago. What happened to the rats that lived there? They were actually nice animals, and now they’d possibly been cleared out by animal control so whoever you were could move in? He’d found the spare key and snuck in for the silence, but had actually grown attached to the room, and the rats in it.

As if sensing him, you turned around and caught his eye immediately. His gaze traveled over you, noticing the scrubs, before realizing he definitely seemed like some creep. His eyes widened and he stuttered.

“Uh, I’m your neighbor, Warren.” He stammered out. Great. He was already managing to make a fool out of himself “Do you—it seemed like you needed some help…so, here I am.”

He quickly held up the bag of fast food he held, as if that would make it any better. It was still warm, at least, so it wasn’t like he’d be stuck serving you cold food.

“Want some fries?” He offered. “I got some extra for the…rats.”