My Roommate

I don't even like him. He drinks orange juice from the carton and he never washes his dirty dishes. He leaves his clothes draped around the house and has absolutely no manners.

But really.

Who doesn't fall for a guy who wears beanies and skinny jeans?

Well, me.

Usually.

But what happens when we make a small mistake that ends up giving us the worlds greatest gift?

Will it bring us closer together, or force us further apart?