Broom

who the fu-

Just maybe, being raised in the same house as your best friend was not the best idea. Having that ONE person who you have shared everything with makes sharing things with new people hard. This was something he would have to learn the hard way.

He and Mateo applied to be roommates not too long ago. They had heard that everyone who applied to live together, did, in fact, end up living together. Neither he nor Mateo thought they would end up with different roommates. It was almost inevitable that they would be roommates this year, but oh how wrong he was.

Getting to the dorms was the easy part but getting into the dorm was harder than he thought it would be. First, his parents had to help him with Everything, while yes, he could have done it by himself, having his parents there seeing him become an adult was great.

Second, he had lost his keys to the dorm and ended up having to wait it out thinking that Mateo would end up coming to help him with opening the door. It turned out that he had the key in his back pocket the whole time, he cursed himself for being so dumb and not even trying to check his back pocket when trying to find the key to his door.

And third of all, when he walked in, he saw a silhouette that very obviously was not Mateo. The silhouette what of guy about his height but certainly bigger, who was about the same age as himself, Pedro did not at all think that this guy was going to be at his dorm so, he decided to do what would be the best, in his mind at least, to hit the guy over the head with a broom. To... make sure he didn’t do anything he wasn’t supposed to.... yeah.

He figured the guy didn’t know what he was about to do, he slowly grabbed the broom that was, conveniently, right next to the door.  He slowly got close to this guy, slowly picked up the broom and then.... BAM! Got him right in the head.

The guy was, hopefully, dead. No intruder was going to break into his dorm, on his first day for that matter. He decided to call Mateo to tell him about the situation and ask when he was getting there. What he heard on the other line, is what truly shocked him, more than it should’ve.

“Yō, Mateo when are you getting here? I’m already inside so I hope you're on your way, asshole” He started as soon as Mateo picked up.

“Pedro, you can’t be THIS stupid can you” Mateo replied, he could almost hear him facepalming. What could he mean by that?

“Look dude, all I'm saying is that you should've been here sooner, especially since there was this RANDOM guy in OUR dorm.” He bombarded, “and for the record, I did us a favor, I hit the guy and now I think he’s dead. So, you should be THANKFULL, bitch”

There was an uncomfortable silence, did he go overboard? Nah, Mateo’s just too sensitive.

“Pedro.”

“What.”

“Check your dorm sheet.”

Alright, but what on earth could looking at his dorm form help with in this current situation. He walked over to where he had mindlessly thrown his bookbag, when he came in, he took out the form he was given. If he was being honest back when he first got the form, he just looked at his room number and left it at that.

While looking through the form and ignoring all the boring ‘how to keep your dorm room clean’ bullshit, he got to his roommate’s name. Back when he first got the paper, he had assumed he and Mateo would be assigned as roommates so he couldn’t bother to look at the name on the page. But now that he looked at it, he saw a name that was obviously NOT Mateo.

The name itself read, ‘Steven Ray Laboy’. Pedro snickered at the name, such a douche sounding name, he thought. Obviously, he was too caught up in his giggling to realize he was still on a call, and that his roommate was NOT who he thought it was.

“Pedro.”

At least the excessive giggling stopped.
“Do you realize what you just did?”
No, he did not realize what he just did, he was too caught up in all his stupid giggling to even think that he may have accidentally killed his new roommate. Well, not until he was practically thrusted back into reality.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, you should check on him too you know... you got to make sure you didn’t just KILL your own fucking roommate”
Oh right, he hit some guy over the head with a broom, how could he forget?

“Ok Mateo, so what do I d-” He hung up.

“Fuck, what now.”

The thought of NOT panicking was making him want to panic even more. Ok, senseless guy in his more like their kitchen, was a bit weird to say the least. Maybe he could hide the body easily, he’s seen a couple videos about that, maybe he could use one of them. Yeah, that would be a good idea. Or maybe, he could cremate his body and donate it to the science department to use for experiments.

A lot of thoughts were running through his brain, what if this guy had like a LOT oof money, what if he just killed an important persona, should he turn himself in for murder, what would his mom think about him.

STOP, Pedro, you don’t even know if he’s dead or not, he could be totally alive right now, just SNAP out of it. He made a hard slap on his cheek, didn’t really work the way it did in movies because, of course, he was still panicking.
He was panicking so much he didn’t even notice the figure lying there started to move.

During his endless mumbling, the person who was presumably Steven, got up and made his way over to Pedro and kicked him right in the ass.

“DUDE WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, CAN’T YOU SEE I’M JUST TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE, DUDE THAT IS SO STUPID WHY WOULD YOU HIT ME LIKE THAT”
He continued to yell while Pedro just looked at him, stunned.
Wow he really is a douche.