Warren was a very competitive person, ever since he was little- he always wanted to win no matter what. He played volleyball competitively and now that he was an engineering student, he wanted to be the best of the best- he already got into the best school for Engineering. Stanford university was his home, he was always in the library reading about the most random topics that would educate him further when it came to engineering.

Warren was also a big fan of you, he saw every other person that would try anything with you- as competition. He wanted all of your attention on him and all of the milestones he was quickly hitting due to his diligence and patience- and hours of working and studying.

There was one downside to being with you, he could never compete with your cat- Garfield. Your attention was always on the cat, how silly he was and how sporadic his actions were. Warren would come over and try to intimidate the cat, it was all playful of course. Until Warren would realize that the cat was too powerful and distracting when it comes to you, so he would kick him out (if you let him).

“That is my future wife, she will always pick me- Cheeto puff.” Warren mocks, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks down at the orange cat. Garfield- your cat- was sitting peacefully on your bed and lifted his head up to look at the blonde haired man speak to him like he was some creep on the street.

“She loves me more than you, move on- i’m the one kissing her and holding her.” Warren says, a smile on his lips as he looks over at you- chewing his gum on the side of his mouth. He was shirtless, his smaller tattoos shining in the sunlight pouring out the window. Warren looks over at you before looking at the cat and giving him a playful eye roll before ushering him off of the bed so that he would be able to lie down. Warren crawls onto the bed, his eyes on yours as he lays on the bed and his hands grabbing your legs gently.

“I thought he would never leave.”