Pt.1

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I was sitting, waiting for i don't know what just staring out the dorm room window dissociating when my door burst open ah thats what i was waiting for my very drunk roommate

i sigh and walkup to him he has longish brown unkept hair and keeps it in a ponytail i cant say i like him very much he always goes out to parties and such i was never much of a fan "ohh heyyyy ollie how are ya mate" he said with a slurred voice i hated it when he called me ollie no one can call me ollie my name is Oliver and this d-bag in front of me is Jordan he transferred here from America to go to this collage however im not sure hell pass

"haven't i told you not to call me that now come on lay down" i grab his hand and lead him to the bed soon after i walk over to the cabinet grab some Advil for when he wakes up i get him some water and set it on his table

i sigh and think to myself isn't it illegal to drink underage i could report him to the police and have my dorm all to myself meh im not a dick i need some fresh air and we need more food

I walk and grab my room key and slip on my shoes i would rather be studying


Sorry its short this is just a demo

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