Lyle's POV:

I feel like I'm finally finding a groove after moving here, but I'm still tired. It's after my painting class, I swear one day I'm just going to submit a random painting but try to make an obscene artist statement to see if I still receive an alright grade.

I face-planted into my bed ready to take a nap until my next lesson when there was a bombardment of knocks on my door. Marcus was not here we had different schedules. 

I groan into my bed and just hope I can wait it out.

Then I hear my door creak and someone walking in my dorm. I immediately wake up and the shit is scared out of my body, but when I get up (with my trusty baseball bat, his name is Greg) and move into the hallway that leads to the kitchen, I look at the door, there is no one there. Just the empty hallway. 

"Damn you have no food in your fridge."

"The fuck?!" scream at the top of my lungs. I raise Greg into the swinging position, I've been doing baseball since I was 7. 

"Relax, it's just me," I look over and sure enough, Ken is elbow deep in my fridge.

"How in the hell did you get in here?!" I am not panicked at all. Is he stalking me? Do I need new friends? I should know not to trust hot people.

"Fuck, stop yelling, I know a guy who knows a guy who knows your roommate and I called in a favor," Ken calmly explains.

"What favor." 

"Did I say favor? I meant blackmail." I need new friends.

"You blackmailed my roommate?"

"Well he was really easy to blackmail if I'm being fair."

"Being easy to blackmail doesn't mean you should Ken."

"Also I live just down the hall," Ken changed the subject.

"Wait, hold the fuck up... Does that mean I'm going to be getting more surprise visits like this?" I was praying to whatever God there was that his response would be no.

"Hell yeah!" his response shook me to my core. My sleep schedule was already fucked. I silently mourned my naps.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I groaned.

"I dunno Lyle, did you save a puppy recently?" Ken asked me. 

"That's a bad thing?!" I worked at a animal shelter. We saved a litter of puppies last week from a hoarding situation, that was my last gig there. 

"Do you not like me?" His features drop and he looks disappointed. Dammit, I'm weak to that.

"You blackmailed my roommate, barged into my dorm, raided my fridge, and didn't even warn me, I could have hurt you," I looked down to Greg, took a deep breath, loosened my grip a bit, and lowered him.

"I didn't have your number," he mumbled.

Me and Ken stopped fighting and started talking.

 I started to study his face, I do this with most people I meet, just a fun way of remembering them. And, uh, well, Ken is extremely good looking. His nose is a little crooked, like it was broken at one point, and not reset correctly. His skin is much darker than mine, (he's probably Mexican), I look like a skeleton compared to him, and he has freckles everywhere, especially around his nose and cheeks. He also has brown eyes, they light up when he laughs. He has thick dark hair, it's curly too. 

It's no surprise that he has options...

Also he always wears a tie, it looks good don't get me wrong, but every day he wears one.

He eventually left and I did get nap before class. Marcus came back and he cooked us some amazing food, he said it reminds him of his mom and he was missing her. She's still in Iraq, hexs a bit worried about her, but he said that she should be coming to America in a few months. That reminds me, I'll call Iris tomorrow.