It all began right before break.

It was 3am in the morning when I heard a loud knock at the door. At first I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but it was persistent. I knew exactly who it was. Nate, my best friend and dorm roommate. I got out of bed, still a bit drowsy from being woken up. I walked up to the door, I almost tripped on my way there. The knock got louder.

“I can hear you, wait a second!” I yelled in a somewhat sleepy voice.

I paced myself a bit faster and I opened the door. Nate arrived home late again, he was drunk and soaking wet.

“What were are you doing? Where have you been?! Its 3am!” I said as I tried to keep my voice down, I didn't want to wake up everyone else in the other dormitories.

“ Where else would I be? I was partying all night long!” He said as he tumbled back and forth.

“I don't care if you were partying, you can't come home this late!... and… and how did you get here?! Please tell me someone drove you here!”

“Relax Noah, I am... fully capable of driving myself here… all… BY MYSELF!”

“No you're not! Oh god, please tell me you didn't wreck the car again…”

“No, no, no…. I would never… Well maybe just this once I got a tiny scratch on it”

“Nate please tell me you're lying and that you didn't, you didn't”

“If it'll make you happy.. then I lied and your car is a OK!”

“Don't try to be a comedian, let me see the car” I walked outside to find the car with a huge dent on the side door.

“Nate! C'mon man! You know you're going to have to pay for this right?!”

“Why me? It's your car… Plus you're loaded Richie Rich, can't you just ask your “daddy” to fix it for you? I'll bet he'll even buy you a new car”

“Shut up, you know I don't like asking him for money”

“You are an idiot! Your pops is loaded and yet you live like a poor man”

“I'm trying to be independent, I don't want to depend on him or his money, and you know what I don't have to explain to you my choices. It's really late, hurry up and take a shower, you stink!”

“Fine but I'm taking a shower because I want to, NOT because YOU told me to MOM!” He said as he crashed into the door. “I meant to do that…”

“Yeah right, and I'm NOT YOUR MOM!”

“Keep telling yourself that!” He yelled from the bathroom, as he started the shower. I went back to bed and suddenly Nate began singing to the top of his lungs.

“This is gonna be a long night” I whispered to myself as I tried to cover my ears.