Take Me Home [MiniCat]

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I made my way up to my dorm, opening the door from one side just as someone was the other. I was left face to face with a kid called Max. His hair was ruffled and he looked pretty startled to see me. He pushed past me quickly, dashing around the corner to get to his room. I sighed and took a step inside the dorm, seeing one of my roommates walk into the centre room. His name was Adam, short hair and a grey shirt. He looked out of breath, only leaving me with one conclusion. "Did you and Max just hook up?" I asked, his eyes not facing mine. He laughed as if he was a dolphin, walking over to the mini kitchen we had set out. I threw my backpack on to the couch and tore my shoes off.

"What? No way..." He replied giggling. I rolled my eyes, still fiddling with my shoes.
"As long as you didn't fuck on my bed." I grunted, getting my stuff to take into my room. Adam finally calmed himself down, making himself a drink.
"You're home quick, did Mr. Hot Shit let you out early?"
"Yeah, got my assessment results back too." I waved the papers in my hand. Adam seemed to dash to my side, jumping on to the other half of the sofa. His head wriggled its way under my arm and in front of my chest so he could see the paper. I let go of them, allowing his own hands to grasp them. He pulled away from me, reading over notes I hadn't seen yet.

"Ohhh shit! You got an A." He commented, turning the papers over to read the back. "All those nights of staying in and studying payed off then huh?" He laughed, letting me remember his expression when his results came in. He didn't talk for the rest of the day and tore the papers up before I could read them. His lack of studying and constant parties told me enough. I took my paper back off of him, making my way into my room. I opened the door to see Anthony on my bed, Steven on his.
"Oh, hey there Craig." Anthony said awkwardly, moving from my bed to his. "I didn't think you would be home ye-." I raised a hand, indicating for him to stop.
"Yeah I get it. What was Adam and Max doing in here?"

"They were in the bathroom, I don't think you want to know any more." He laughed, looking over at his friend Steven. I sighed, throwing my stuff to one side.
"Well I'd rather have you guys on my bed than those two fuckers."
"They were pretty loud too. The neighbours probably heard." Steven added.
"Poor Michelle." Anthony sighed, putting a hand to his face.
"Alright, get out of here already." I snapped, climbing on to my bed.
"Hey this is my room too!" Anthony complained. I looked over at them both.
"Yeah, but not Steven's." I looked him in the eyes, making him sigh.
"Alright! I'm going. I'm leaving." He put his hands in to the air defensively.
"I'll walk you back to your room." Anthony stated, standing up with him.

"Alright Chilly Willy." He giggled in reply.
"Pfft. Gay." I laughed, looking up at the ceiling. I had moved into a laying position.
"That's what happens when there aren't any attractive girls here." Anthony laughed. There was a sudden bang on the wall beside us, making me jump.
"I can hear you fuckers!" Michelle shouted from the next room. I laughed, looking at Anthony's red face. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, moving towards the bedroom door. Steven followed, giving me a quick goodbye on the way.
"Bye." I replied plainly, finally accepting the silence. There was four of us in a dorm, two beds in each room. Anthony and I shared a room while Adam and Nick took the one opposite. We all shared the living room and kitchen, while each bedroom had a bathroom. I felt like the guys in the dorm were my only friends minus Tori, but even then I had the feeling that they were only doing it because they had to.

I didn't really care about having a lot of friends or being popular, because that's not what Uni is for. I just wanted to get my grades then get out. Most other students wanted the complete opposite and said they would just live off of their parent's money. It pains me to think that people would just use their parents like that for the rest of their lives. Although, everyone is different, so who am I to judge? My mind wanders a lot while I'm alone. Speaking of wandering, what was Tori on about earlier? What does Vanoss mean? Was it some new teenage slang that I wasn't in on? Or was it like a class they went to? Or a nickname? I wanted to get up and research, but I was interrupted by my bedroom door swinging open. Adam was the other side, wearing his usual grey shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Hey, Mini! We're going to get dinner. Are you coming or not?" He asked, looking at me with one eyebrow cocked. I huffed, moving to a sitting position on the bed.
"Alright, Nanner-man." I smirked in reply. He pointed a finger and laughed.
"Hey, that's a Max privilege!" He giggled, leaving the door open for me to join him. He walked out in to the main room, getting his shoes on along with Nick.
"Hey Craig." He called from the sofa. I raised a hand up to wave.
"Hi Nick." I replied, getting off of my bed. Guess I'll research another time...

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