CW//: one swear word :]
(Main MCYTG universe. No, this isn't Actor Scott. Yes, Jacob and Charlie are characters outside of WKMj (Who Killed Major). Now, onto the story.)

2007.
Freshman year.

Winter break had just ended, and Charlie was sitting in his dorm room that he shared with Scott. His dirty blonde hair was recently cut short as of the pristine way it was styled, his tanned skin softly highlighted in the fluorescent lighting of the dorm room as his storm grey eyes focused on his phone screen as he absentmindedly read a random news article for the Hell of it. Of course, until Scott had burst into the room. Charlie's attention immediately shifted to the cyanette, his hair messy and hitting his shoulders as his denim jacket slid down his limp arm as the other held the door frame. Scott was panting, his pale skin softly glistening as he held his head up. The lighting cast no shadow on his face, removing the usual sight of his high-placed sharp cheekbones, his eyes fixated on Charlie.

"Let's loft the beds!" The Scotsman exclaimed, no 'hi' or 'hello', no 'good to see you'. No greeting at all. It caught Charlie off guard, even more when Scott slammed the door behind him and walked more into the room.
"You wanna loft the- you wanna put the beds in- on top?! Bunk 'em?! You wanna bunk the beds?!" Scott asked eagerly, a grin plastered across his face like a Cheshire cat.

"We would have more room for actives that way," Charlie said with a shrug, slotting his phone in his pocket as he gave his full attention to Scott.

"I know!" The Scotsman proclaimed, the grin still plastered across his face as he had his adrenaline-filled eureka moment. Scott's idea didn't sound too bad for the Englishman, scratch that, it sounded amazing. The current set-up they have is small, they split the room in half, Scott had the left and Charlie had the right. Scott being rich, had a wardrobe and a desk to himself while Charlie had clothes stored in boxes under his bed and worked on the said bed. Anyways, if they stood in between their beds, they'd take up the width of the room. This was because Scott, though being lean, slender and tall, had a barrel chest and Charlie had a fair amount of extra weight to his name- not obese but more than average. But either way, bunking the beds means they'd get roughly a quarter of the room back. And the way you're supposed to bunk beds is to lower the height of the one sitting on top, as it's on the highest setting for optimal storage. But then if you leave it like that and place it on top of the other bed, there's at least a foot of room left between the mattress and ceiling. But lowering the bed requires tools, they don't have tools.

"Yeah, I don't think we can or need to adjust the bed." Charlie said as he glanced over at Scott who just nodded dismissively in response, his grin tuned down to a smirk as his sapphire eyes shone proudly with the 'genius idea.'

"Oh, that's fine! Good air up high, it'll be fine!" Scott said, waving it off with no second thoughts. Charlie snickered at the Scotsman's words, rolling his eyes at the other's stupidity for being such a smart man.

"Y'know... there's supposed to be a thick metal pin in each of the four legs to lock the other bed in place," Charlie said, his brows furrowed in thought. Scott glanced down at him with a blink, a brow raised quizzically.

"How do you know that?" Scott asked, he never assumed his friend knew how to bunk beds. Why would he? It's an odd thing to know about.

"I get curious," Charlie stated, his foot tapping on the ground as he attempted to think of a substitute for the metal pins they needed, or a local store to go buy them in. Scott hummed at Charlie's answer, arms crossed over his chest as he thought. They don't have metal pins, and there are no stores close enough that they could be bothered to go to. Then Scott's brows raised as the eureka moment from before swung back into action as he silently went to his wardrobe. Charlie turned to watch Scott as he dug through all the things he stored in his wardrobe. Before turning around with a pair of scissors, and a plastic clothes hanger.

"If- if we just snip the straight part of these- it's like metal pins!" Scott exclaimed once more, grinning at the idea.
"It'll fit perfectly! It's the right diameter- although it doesn't snap at the same tensile as metal pins do, it's close enough!" The Scotsman proclaimed, a grin on his face as Charlie stared at him utterly dumbfounded. Scott gestured to the two after a long moment of silence from Charlie's end.

"...perfect," Charlie stated, his brows furrowed as he tried to estimate the size they needed. Scott grinned, passing him the clothes hanger and scissors with childish excitement. The Scotsman was bouncing on his feet as the Englishman eyeballed the lengths to a roughly perfect size. Without asking, Scott snatched the four pieces and set them all in place in quick succession. Charlie sighed fondly at the other's enthusiasm, standing by Scott's bed and grasping it in hand, lifting it slightly as the Scotsman came over and picked it up on the other end. With some struggle, the two managed to heave Scott's bed on top of Charlie's, setting each post in line with the plastic pegs. Once it was stable, the two stepped back with a soft sigh of relief. So now the weight of Scott's bunked bed, which is around ten feet off the ground, is sitting on plastic clothes hangers. But Scott's eye caught on one of the posts, the end of the bed near them. That one pin was half an inch longer than the other's. And it was half an inch too long. Scott and Charlie stared at it for around ten seconds, silently staring.

"Gah, fuck it!" Scott exclaimed once more and simply climbed up onto his bed while somehow managing not to topple it all over.

So, for the rest of that school year. One of the legs on Scott's bed was supported by a quarter-inch thick piece of plastic. And somehow, it never fell.