Mind drifting to something else, Sam re-reads the whole page again. When he couldn't understand it for the fourth time he decides to close the book. He can hear crickets chirping as he looks at a digital clock. 2:06 A.M. He looks across the room to where his roommate was supposed to be asleep in, but the bed was fixed.
He stands up and shuts his lamp off before heading over to his bed. He stops midway as he hears groans and muffled laughter from outside of his room. He heads for the door hearing muffled name calling from the other side. Opening the door, he was met by a blonde haired guy with glasses supporting Y/n, his bestfriend and roommate, who looks plastered as he hic and giggles.
"Drunk again huh"
"Yeah, sorry about that" said the blonde guy as he lets Y/n stand on his own.
"It's fine, thanks again Devin"
Devin nods before walking away, Sam guides Y/n in the room before closing the door.
He looks at Y/n who was trying his best to keep his eyes open.
"Drunkie, you know you have classes at six later right?"
"Drunk? I'm not drunk!" retorted Y/n
"Oh really? Can you tell the time then?" Sam crosses his arms
Y/n looks around for a moment before his eyes lands on his wall clock. "I am not drunk!"
Sam chuckles, "alright, I guess you're not". Sam grabs a bucket from their kitchen and places it beside Y/n's bed. Said person was already sprawled out, eyes closed, horizontally to his vertically placed bed. His feet rubs against the carpet, as he mumbles words. Words Sam couldn't really understand, until he focused on them.
"...fucking hate Jessica"
Sam looks at him, confused, "Why...why do you hate Jess?" he asks
"I shouldn't tell this...but the other day...I saw Jess dump Sam behind a...a big ass tree!"
Sam looks surprised at this
"Devin, don't you fucking dare... don't tell, Sam, you twiddle-tit!"
Laughing at the insult, Sam pulls Y/n's legs up and adjusts him properly on his bed.
He reaches to turn Y/n's lamp off but stops as he hears Y/n mumbling again.
"What I told you the other day...um...I think I like like him...No homo...But I think I'm homo for him" Y/n punches the air "I'm serious"
This was something Sam shouldn't be listening in onto, after all, Y/n was drunk. He was a very talkative drunk. But, he listened in on that conversation with jess, so he guess this would even them out.
"Stoooop" Y/n dramatically grumbles "I could've dropped my ice cream"
"What Icecream is it?" asks Sam
"ChocolateVanillaSwirlwithCookieCrunch, bitch" responded Y/n before giggling tiredly.
With a huffed laugh, Sam turns off the light and got into his bed. As he tries to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder who Y/n's 'homo' for.
Morning came by quick and Sam was woken up by the sound of his roommate throwing up in the bathroom.
He stretches before sitting up. Seeing the bucket by Y/n's bed gone, he assumes he took it to the bathroom. He looks at his clock and sees that it was 8:23 A.M. his class wasn't until 10 so he deicides to turn over.
Just as he turns he hears the sound of a door opening, he looks back and sees Y/n, wiping his face of with a towel, looking miserable, shirtlsss.
Y/n grins when he saw Sam looking, "Like what you see, Winchester?" he asked, suggestively flexing his muscles for a moment. Sam turns over. Y/n laughs,"Dude you just missed out on the best party ever last night!"
