It's September and I need a roommate. I couldn't live in the dorms anymore. I was fed up of being paired with idiots. I was done sharing my kitchen and my bathroom with an entire floor. When I signed the lease for my apartment, I did it with the guy I was seeing at the time. Turned out he was as unreliable as he was loud in bed. Which was very. You know when you see someone for the first time and you think that those clothes they're wearing really are appalling and that they should immediately remove them, any type of clothing really, well that's the first thing that crosses my mind when I first meet Holt. He's going to be a problem, that Holt. (This story is completed)

"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

Nik doesn't know what he's doing with his life. Before his father died, he was all set on becoming a great doctor, like him, but now, he just doesn't know. Dropping out of med school might have been a bad idea. Getting into art school would have give his father an aneurysm. Getting his body covered in tattoo was kind of an overkill. Thing is, Nik doesn't really care anymore. And he should care. He just doesn't know what to care about.