Turn Your Back On Mother Nature (everybody wants to rule the world)

You Make My Heart Shake, Bend and Break

"You make my heart shake//bend and break

But I can't turn away//and it's driving me wild

You're driving me wild."

-WILD, by Troye Sivan

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Jack was lounging with Tide in his new dorm, waiting for his new roommate.

"Who the fuck has pink hair?" Tide asked.

Jack shrugged. He had asked around about his new roommate.

One said he had pink hair once upon a time, another said he looked mildly Korean, and the last said that he wore glasses.

"No clue," Jack replied. "But I'm not judging. I'm Irish, a fooking superhero, and I've got neon green hair."

Tide laughed. "Touché, Jackaboy," She grinned devilishly. "Are you hoping he's your type?"

"Tide!" Jack scolded. "I'm not fooking my roommate!"

Tide collapsed into a fit of laughter, grabbing her sides and nearly falling on her ass from the chair.

When she finally stopped, she gave Jack a "don't-lie-to-me-beeatch" look. "But, seriously, though. Do you?"

Jack shrugged. "I dunno."

Mark was nervous.

What if his roommate was creepy? What if his roommate hated him? What if his roommate did drugs?

Mark finally reached the dorm (room 12, level 3), calmed down (too many "what if"s in his head) and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was not who he expected.

She grinned. " Hey, Markimoo!"

Mark grinned back, running a hand through his red mop of hair. "Hey, Detergent. What'cha doing in my new dorm?"

"Tide, who's- oh..." A boy walked up behind Tide.

He was pale, with beautiful blue eyes, and a flop of blindingly green hair. He was only a little shorter than Mark, and had a bit of scruff.

"Are- um..." Mark scrubbed the back of his neck. "Are you two dating?"

Tide laughed. "Me and Jack?! No! I'm not really his..." She winked, "Type."

"Jack" rolled his eyes. "Sorry 'bout her. I'm Jack, your new roomie apparently."

Mark nodded and smiled at his adorable Scottish/Irish accent. "I'm Mark. How do you know Detergent?"

Jack frowned. "'Detergent'?"

Tide huffed. "It's what he and our other friend MatPat likes to call me. They've been calling me that ever since I was a freshman in high school."

Jack nodded. "I literally ran into her around lunch time last year. I got Caesar salad dressing all over me favorite sweater. Had to was it three fooking times." He glared playfully at Tide.

Tide just grinned. "Well, c'mon in, Markimoo!"

She tugged Jack along and Mark followed.

"Welcome to Casa De El McLoughlin!" Tide announced, spreading her arms wide.

"'McLoughlin'?" Mark echoed as Jack frowned.

"Me last name." Jack replied, glaring at Tide.

"Oh. Cool. Mine's Fischbach." Mark smiled at Jack and his adorably scrunched nose.

"Fish Back?" Jack echoed. "Who cares about a fish's fooking back?"

Tide and Mark laughed.

"Does a fish even have a fooking back?" Jack asked.

Tide and Mark continued to laugh their asses off.