Oh My God They Were Roommates (Barrett Wilbert Weed x Reader College AU)

Oh My God They Were Roommates

College sucks. We work ourselves dead for four years in school in which we pay too much, taking classes which are too many credits for a job in which we will most likely get paid far too little. There's no upside. That's how it is. And it sucks.

Sure, you can get by with the floods of kids who are living away from their parents for the first time, or the people who think that just because they're not labeled a "high schooler" anymore that they've got the whole university thing down to a T. Maybe professors that assign too much or advisors that trick you into staying for extra semesters. But dorms. The only thing you can't escape. The one thing you'd rather stick chopsticks in your eyes than experience. Because dorm rooms can only mean one thing. A roommate.

You really didn't like being by people in the first place. Every year in grade school was just you checking another thing off of the list that you never wanted to experience again. There was enough bullying and torment to make you never want to step foot near another human being ever. So, naturally, you didn't want anything to do with your roommate.

Was she awful? Probably not. The two of you really knew nothing about each other. Move-in day was awkward, though. She was already unpacked and finished decorating by the time you threw your pillow onto the bed across from hers.

"I'm Barrett!" she stuck out her hand.

You studied her up and down, then took a hard glance at the scenery behind her. God, this girl is a walking Pinterest Board. You just nodded and shook her hand.

That was that.

A hypothetical line separated the two sides of the room. Only occasional conversations happened beyond that point. Barrett usually only bothered you when she asked if she could practice her audition material in front of you. She figured since she'd be going into the audition room in front of a bunch of strangers anyway, it might be good to practice on someone similar.

God, how painful.

    So, strangers we remained.

You didn't really speak until around October she asked you to go to this sort of Theater Major Halloween party being hosted. You'd heard of this thing before. It's just a bunch of people meeting up unsupervised. There's snacks, booze, games, and singing. So much goddamn singing.

    "I can bring a guest and I thought that you might like to come with me?" she said, letting her feet dangle off of the bed that was way too tall for anyone.

    You just simply stood with your arms crossed and shook your head in response. "I don't do parties."

    "But it could be fun," Barrett insisted, "You never know, might be good to hangout with someone for a change?"

    You jumped on your bed cross-legged. Barrett just gave you the smallest, most hopeful grin.

    "I don't do people, and I especially don't do parties," you said as you watched her face slightly fall. She just nodded and went by herself.

    That was that.

    Halfway through the semester and your grades weren't the best, even though you studied like a madman. And you still didn't know what you wanted to major in exactly. In high contrast to Barrett, who was set and stone on musical theater. Which didn't surprise you at all. The girl was theatrical as hell. She sure did have the voice for it, though. Only reason you knew was because you could hear her belting showtunes in the shower.

    The shower all the way down the fucking hall.

    She wasn't bad, and most likely you wouldn't have minded, but it didn't stop. No, this girl would sing through everything. Mid-term studying? Singing. Getting ready in the morning? Singing. Walking to the dining hall? Singing. Crying over a bad grade on an exam? Not even kidding she'd sing through that, too.