What Are Roommates For?

1. College and Impressions

Frank's POV

It's early, I haven't missed orientation, not that I wanted to attend. I already found where everything was around campus, I didn't want to travel in a stupid group just to know where my damn classes were. I dropped my bags in the empty dorm, the sound echoing, the walls were so plain and boring. The dorm was so Empty.

I let out a soft sigh, it was unbelievable, I was here now and I didn't know what I was doing. Pursuing what I wanted, yes, but I felt like something was missing. I brushed it off and tried to look for an empty bedroom, seeing that both bedrooms were actually empty. I picked the one closest to the bathroom, having to go in the middle of the night all the time, especially when I was stressed.

Fun fact: the first night in a new place was always the hardest since your body didn't recognize it.

I put my bags down, going back to the Uhaul that I rented, and started to unload my bedframe. It was in a huge box with pieces separated and organized inside. I closed the Uhaul for now, knowing I was going to have to put the bed together. I put it on the thing with two wheels (which I've been told is a utility dolly) kicking the back down to get it off the ground, heading towards my dorm. I was so glad I lived on the first floor.

Inside my bedroom, I was putting things together, pretty fast I might add. I was wanting to get this huge stuff put together before my roommate arrived. With a tool belt around my waist, I ran to my truck to unload my bedside table and my desk, fitting both of them on the dolly and quickly going back to the room. I kept going after putting those two things in my bedroom, getting everything from the truck into my room and then locking the truck back once I was done.

I had the couch that I bought in the living room near the window, I had my kitchen stuff already unpacked in the dorm kitchen, and my stuff was put away in the bathroom. I had all my stuff a little lower since I was considered to be short, but with all the outside stuff done, I didn't have to meet my roommate yet if he came in.

The bedside table, nor the desk, was hard to build, though it was so easy for me since I read the instructions. All these idiotic men thinking that it's stupid to read the instructions since they're too "masculine" without a doubt got dropped on their head as a kid. Everything was kind of assembled, a little all over the place, but assembled nonetheless. I unwrapped the mattress from its cover, putting it on the bed, and then pushing it to the right side of the window.

The bedside table was in front of my window almost, the desk and chair opposite of the bed and against the wall with the window. I put my small trashcan between the desk and the bedside table, smiling a little when my room was almost assembled. Now there were just boxes; my clothes, my shoes, my posters, my decorations, knick-knacks, my bedding, and my blackout curtains.

Ugh, moving on your own was fucking exhausting.

As I was hanging up my clothes after putting up the curtains, I heard the door open and panicked for a second until I realized I had a roommate. He was going to come in eventually. I heard muffled laughter and boxes landing on the floor, maybe on the hardwood of the kitchen? I wasn't going to seek out my new roommate, locking my door just in case. I'm glad I did because I heard the doorknob moving not a minute later, then knocking.

"Hey, Ray. Did the landlord mention a locked door?"

"No-"

I had to jump in.

"Um, no, this room is occupied."

"Oh, is this the bathroom?"

"What the- no! The bathroom is the next room over."

"Okay, nice to meet you then... Ray, did you grab my poster box?"

I sighed and sat down on my plain mattress until I realized it didn't have a sheet on it, getting my dirty body off of the clean white and trying to find the bedding box. After locating said box, I put the sheet on and then made my bed, but I still couldn't sit down even though it was all black. I really need a shower.

I looked at my closet, feeling proud of the organization as I picked out a shirt and jeans, also a fresh pair of boxers. It was time I changed them. I unlocked the door quietly, looking out and seeing no one in sight. I slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me, and then slipping down the hall to go into the bathroom. I closed the door, trying to find a spot in the bathroom to put my clothes, putting them in the upper cabinet to make sure they didn't get wet, along with one of the towels I brought.

I started to strip off my clothes, some parts of my shirt drenched in sweat from working hard and fast earlier. I haven't even put my posters up, but that was only one other box... Then there were my shoes, but they were just gonna go at the bottom of my closet. As soon as I got my pants off, I was glad I kept on my boxers because the door opened and who I supposed my roommate to be, came in.

"Oh my-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU PERV!!"

"I didn't know-"

I shoved him out of the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. I sighed and leaned against the counter. It was silent, I could still see his shadow underneath the door, though once I turned on the shower, I heard his footsteps walk down the hall. I sighed out of relief, double-checking the lock and then sliding off the dirty boxers. I kicked them to the side, a pile of dirty clothes on the floor next to the shower that I noted to take care of later as I stepped under the water.

I didn't get a good look at who had intruded, his hair was a mess from what I saw in the flash of our first encounter; an unpleasant one at that. He seemed irresponsible, just opening doors without knocking, intruding on naked people. Albeit he most likely didn't know that I was naked, he still should've knocked. Guess I'd have to get used to locking the doors.