The first day of classes came and went in flash, leaving Alec with a syllabus for each one. So far it seemed like the only class he would struggle with was Calculus first thing in the morning.

Why did I think I could handle an 8AM class? Especially since Jaime’s alarm goes off at 5 AM…

He knew he would be regretting that decision for the rest of the semester ever since he was awoken by the military horn alarm tone Jaime had set.

As he walked towards his dorm building, he wondered if he should just turn around and head to the library instead of face his roommate. Though he wasn’t especially malicious, Alec couldn’t help but feel extremely uneasy around Jaime. Sure, he was loud, annoying, and rude… But he also was quite a sight to look at.

Be still, my gay heart…

Shaking his head, Alec decided he might as well just head back to the dorm and at least put his bag down and assess the situation before booking it to the library.

For all I know, Jaime’s not even there. He could be out with his football buddies, or something.

He passed through the common room that was pretty much deserted, then jogged up the stairs. By the time he reached the third floor, he was panting for air. After catching his breath and scolding himself for being out of shape, he approached his room and tried the knob.

It was unlocked.

A gentle sigh passed through his lips and he turned it, ready to be greeted by Jaime’s loudness. However, he was surprised to find the room dark; the blackout curtain blocking out all light. Jaime blinked and glanced over at Jaime’s loft bed where he could hear gentle snores from a pile of blankets.

A small smile crossed Alec’s lips.

I guess I don’t have to go to the library... For now.

Alec slide off his book bag and gently shut the door behind him. He tiptoed to his desk and sat down. After a moment’s contemplation, Alec flicked on a lamp on his desk and pulled out his Psychology book.

I can get a head start on tomorrow’s chapter.

Overjoyed at the prospect of his alone time, Alec dove into the book and found himself lost among the text, occasionally breaking away to highlight a select phrase. As time spun on, Alec eventually lost interest in his textbook and allowed himself to get distracted by his social media account.

As he chuckled at an overused meme, he heard a voice from behind him.

He turned to face Jaime’s bed where the blankets were rustling about.

Is he up?

“Va-t'en!”

Is that French?

Jaime struggled against his blankets a bit longer before he relaxed once again and mumbled a few more words Alec couldn’t understand. Wondering if he should wake his roomie up, Alec sat there, staring at bed and watching the blankets rise and fall with each of Jaime’s breaths.

As he debated his dilemma, there was a knock on the door.

Alec nearly jumped out of his skin and the chair as the sound shattered the quiet veil of the room. Nervousness shot through him as he staggered to door and opened it.

Holy…

And at the door was one of the cutest boys Alec had ever seen.