(Un)expected roommate

What is even happening?

My mind was racing; I could not stop it from thinking about what had just happened. What are the odds? Of all people in this world that could've been my roommates – it had to be him! But why? Does destiny have something to do with it? I bet it does. What else? Or was this just one big, unfortunate coincidence...?

So many questions entered my head, but rarely any of them got their answer. But the one that triggered me the most – why did I care so much? I know, it's going to be weird and hard having a male roommate. Come to think of it, it might be easier, living with a 'friend'. Or it might be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do...

Finally, I reached the fourth floor which had the widest hallway. Being the last floor, it had some features others didn't have – a space to read, with a couple of bean bags and a small shelf filled with books that probably nobody will ever use, a vending machine containing a large variety of rare snacks and drinks, but covered with a paper saying 'Out of order', and a door leading to the terrace. The thought of a terrace cheered me up for a bit, but that didn't last long. I kept looking for room number 124, only to find it right at the end, with the door being wide open.

My heart was pounding. I felt it in my throat. Should I go in? What if he's in there? I can see a brown box on the floor. He's probably in there. Does he know yet? No, I better leave and come back later... I'm not ready just yet. But before I could turn around and leave, I felt an ache in my stomach at the sight of him – he had just grabbed the door on his way out.

"Quinn!"

He said, looking somewhat surprised. I could tell he knew I would be coming eventually, but that didn't make things easier. He was standing there, holding the door with his left hand and a couple of empty boxes in his right hand. He was wearing that basic, long sleeved black shirt that suited him perfectly, bringing out all of his curves and bumps, which was, obviously, very attractive. I stared at him for a bit, and once I finally went back to earth I managed to answer.

"Willis... Hi! "

Once again I made a mistake by calling him by his full name – I knew he hated it, but I just thought we were not close enough for me to call him by his nickname. And the 'Hi!' was just too bloody cheerful. Why do I have to be like this?

"I was expecting you... I mean, I knew you'd come. The list... You know. Roommates." He said with an unusual voice. He was trying way too hard to be nice and formal, which was so unlike him. I, however, tried to be the usual me. To prove he has nothing to do with my feelings, emotions, thoughts and whatsoever. To whom I was proving that, I never found out.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here. May I come in?" I said, coming back to myself slowly, drifting from the fear and anxiety. He seemed awfully confused while he moved to let me in.

"Oh, right... Yeah, um, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Do you, um – do you want any coffee or anything?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good. Thanks." I said, playing cool. Or at least I thought I was. The next moment he was gone, and I had just realized that the most uncomfortable, most awkward moment of my life had just ended. I knew that I would remember this every night from now on, probably wishing I was dead. But it was over, and I can always get drunk trying to forget it. I was so upset with it that I didn't even notice the room I got into. I looked around as my heart beat even faster.

It was no movie college dorm, but it was better than I had imagined. The large window was providing the room with amazing light, making it look wonderfully cheerful and happy. The view was great; I could imagine us sitting on the window in the middle of the night, looking at the town, having those deep conversations.