Charlie and Forrest should never have been roommates.
Charlie's the composed diva with a sharp tongue and mind. She's not afraid to say what she wants. She's loud, sarcastic, allergic to authority (and apparently to washing the dishes).
Forrest's a hurricane in sneakers, laid-back and frustratingly perfect at everything - including pushing Charlie's buttons.
Sharing an off campus apartment, their days start with eye rolls and end with slammed doors. But somewhere between sabotaged laundry cycles and midnight snack heists, something weird happens: they start liking each other.
And no, it's not just the 'I don't feel like strangling you today ' liking.
It's REAL liking. Like 'I accidentally memorized your coffee order and now I get nervous when you smile' liking. Gross.
Now they're stuck navigating feelings, friend groups and a suspiciously romantic game of spin-the-bottle , all the while pretending they still can't stand each other, not to talk of her giga rich family that she wants to hide so much.
Enemies. Roommates. Lovers?
Send help.