Roomies (BxB)

Roomates

guys the art is mine 😭 I know it's bad lol, I just needed to show you kinda how Alexander looks like. He's tan guys I was lazy and didn't color it in 😭😭

ALEXANDER

As I wash my face and think about my big day tomorrow, I cringe.

'ew, if girls try to hit on me here too I will throw up.'

"Ugh" I groan

'I can NOT keep up this whole nice guy act'

'well, at least here if people are homophobic I can just tell them to fuck off and die.'

If your context clues are somehow worse than mine, I'm gay. I never have and never will like girls. So you can imagine how it was for me in highschool when girls would hit on me NON. STOP.

But whatever.

I can ignore it now and be open about my sexuality in college.

I mean we're all adults here, right?

Swim and track somehow got me a scholarship to Yale.

Full ride.

I don't know what God is out there watching over me but thank you.

Because I am stupid.

Book stupid.

I barley passed highschool with one or two Bs and almost all Cs.

So you can imagine my surprise when Yale reached out and offered me the full ride.

You know I had to say yes.

Hope the guys there are cute. Or handsome. I just want a good looking guy who isn't a fucking dickhead.

I rub moisturizer on my tan skin and take off my headband that holds my unruly fluffy black hair back, and walk out.

I take off my robe and slide into an oversized T-shirt that says 'I ❤️ Mexico' on it (courtesy of my father) and put on my boxers.

I'm not exactly worried about college.

Never was much of an overthinker.

Thanks to my parents, I've always been supported and had someone to rely on.

In return all I had to do was be the best version of myself.

Which I ALWAYS am so, I'm set.

Plus, Yale is an hour away.

Not TOO far, right?

...

I'll be fine on my own anyways what am I overthinking for?

I never overthink.

It's bad for me, so I stopped.

I stopped.

I clap and my lights turn off.

'im gonna miss this room though.'

Jay

I pace around my room as I think about what I still need to pack, and what needs to be done.

"JAY!!" my mom screeches. "STOP STOMPING AROUND AND GO. TO. SLEEP." oh, she can hear me.

"ok ma" I say loud enough so she can hear.

I walk over to me bed and sat down on the edge of it, my leg jumping up and down.

'what am I gonna do..?'

'I can't even navigate my neighborhood, let alone a fucking college'

I'm smart. Always have been. Even as a fat and chubby little kid, I could fire back answers to any questions.

However, I'm also clumsy and quite frankly, I have no sense of direction and I lack the ability to do any sports.

Not that I ever needed either of those things, usually I'd make friends with people who could guide me to classes or who would cover for me in gym class.

But college isn't like that.

Hell, what is college even like!?

Well, I better get to sleep.

Mom will kill me if I waste this scholarship.

And now I can't rely on her to pay my gym membership anymore.

Guess I'll have to manage my paycheck better to have money left over for the membership, because I'm not going back to how I was.

Ever.