::CHAPTER 13::

Richard’s POV

Our group just finished touring the campus and everyone went their separate ways. Amens and praises to whatever god of laziness there was out there. My legs ached from all the walking. I dragged my feet, not knowing where I was going.

I had already gone and printed my class schedule for this semester before the tour and according to it there were no classes to go to today. I wouldn’t have to do anything until eight the next morning. College might just make me like school.

Looking for something to do, I opted for going to the cafeteria to stock up on snacks for my dorm. By the time the cashier was done ringing everything up, she thought that I was throwing a party. It was then I made the mistake of telling her that it was all for me and that there was no party. The woman gave me a call card for her psychiatrist and said, “Don’t let yourself go, sweetie. If it was meant to be, she’ll come back to you.”

I grabbed my shopping bags quickly when some of the people in the line started giving me sympathetic glances and relationship advice. Apparently I could do better and she didn’t deserve me. She also was probably a gold digger whore and didn’t know a good man when she saw one. Who the hell knew? By the time I walked away from the cafeteria line, I really doubted she could find a better guy than me.

Of course, I eventually had to remind myself that ‘she’ didn’t exist.

In the end it wasn’t hard to find my new dorm. It was the only room with the loud music blaring from the open door. I walked up to it, wondering what kind of a crackpot I’d gotten for a roommate. The room was filled with dancing college kids, but only one caught my eye. It was impossible not to notice him.

The guy was standing on the bedside tables gyrating on a wall that probably would press sexual harassment charges if it wasn’t…you know…a wall.

“Yes! More snacks!” he said looking at the transparent bags dangling at my side. He jumped off the tables and came over. As he made to take the bags out of my hands, I pulled them back, “Touch them and lose a hand.” He held up his hands in mock surrender before his eyes narrowed.

“Wait, I didn’t invite you.”

“It’s my room,” I pointed around, “I’m invited by default.”

“God, you sound like the law students. You’re not one of those losers are you?” he sipped from a cup, “It’s impossible to win a fight with them. I don’t want to have to live with one.”

“No, Business Management major.”

“Really?” his face brightened, “Me too! Well come in and take a load off. You look like you have troubles.”

He was right. I still felt guilty about leaving Nye to the mercy of his animal in beast-mode. As bad as I felt about it, I knew I’d feel guiltier if I was partying knowing that he was hurting. Guilt aside, I thought I was allowed to have a beer at least. It was free after all. There was no harm in that.

When I went over to the makeshift bar, I didn’t see a beer in sight. Only premium drinks. Premium vodka, premium liquor, premium scotch whisky and expensive chasers. This guy doesn’t party cheap. Which means that this might be a regular thing. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not.

The music was so loud, that the floor vibrated and the windows rattled. I’m sure that if I tried to sit and study, the desk and chair would eventually shake me across the room. I wasn’t complaining though. As long as I didn’t have any exams, I think his partying wouldn’t be too bad. I can deal with that later.

I picked up a box of imported juice. I’d never even heard of the fruit before. “No, no,” the guy took the box from my hand and replaced it with a bottle of vodka, “You put that first and then the juice.” I’d never mixed my own drink before so I looked at him waiting for another tip. “Here watch me,” he shook his head, “High schoolers.”

It wasn’t an insult. He made it sound like he pitied me. He poured liquid after liquid. And so smoothly that I wondered if he did it for a living. He squeezed lime in it and sprinkled salt on my hand. “Sip and lick,” he nodded, “There’s a lot of vodka in that.” He flashed a cheeky grin and added, “I plan to get you totally drunk tonight.”

“I have class in the morning,” I yelled over the pounding music. I took a sip and hissed. He raised my hand to my mouth for the salt. “I can’t go to class drunk tomorrow,” I said putting down the drink. He picked it back up and put it in my hands.

“You won’t be drunk tomorrow,” he yelled, “You’ll be drunk tonight…and hung-over tomorrow.”

“It’s my first day,” I rolled my eyes.

“You want a first day of school tip?” he yelled into my ear after I didn’t hear him the first time, “They talk about the syllabus for the first two hours and then let you out early.”

“Really?” I turned to him.

“For all of your first classes,” he nodded and grabbed my wrist, “So welcome to college. Come on and party with us!”

“Oh fine. What first?”

“I don’t know.  Get drunk. Take of your clothes. Kiss a stranger,” he said and then added hopefully, “Or you can borrow my stripper pole and let us throw some dollars your way.”

“Your what?” I turned and followed his wistful gaze to the silver pole standing between the two beds.

“Or…” he gave a pitiful sigh and put a stack of singles back into his wallet, “I suppose you can just dance. That’s cool too.”

Something about his nearly childlike disappointment brought a smile to my face. I chuckled and let him drag me into the crowd of bodies and gulped half of my drink down. I shook my head wincing. He turned around and laughed. At this point, dancing didn’t seem like a bad idea. I didn’t know anyone in here so it didn’t feel too weird doing whatever I wanted.

I figured that if Nye was here he’d be all for me having a good time. He liked a good party as much as the next teenager and wasn’t the type for the whole misery loves company thing when it came to me.

Somewhere late in the night, people from other dorms crashed the party. No one seemed to mind either. At a point the pizza man came to deliver a couple of boxes too. Some kids were already passed out on the floor and others were busy dancing. The rest of us attacked the pies.

I ate, I burped, I rest my head back in someone’s lap and started drifting off. The one hour of sleep I’d gotten back home didn’t help my stamina one bit.

The next morning I was rudely awoken by someone rolling me off their thighs and onto the floor. “Oof!” I fell and rubbed my head. The girl didn’t look back once. She was busy running full speed toward the bathroom. I cringed at the sound of her emptying her stomach into the only toilet bowl in the dorm. The tiny, adjacent room was just a toilet, sink and mirror. No actual bathroom.

My head was pounding and I felt nauseas but it wasn’t too bad considering how much I had to drink last night. “Take this,” the guy from last night said holding out a small cup with the last dregs of water in it. Thirsty, I tossed the whole thing back and wound up coughing and spluttering. “That’s vodka!” I gasped.

“Keep it down, jackass!” another guy slurred in his sleep from the floor.

“Sorry,” I said and then aimed the empty cup at the guy who’d handed it to me in the first place.

“You were drinking vodka all night. You needed it. Here’s the water,” he held out a plastic bottle with a smile that came across as a tad smug.

“Thanks,” I guzzled half of it and stood up, “What time is it?”

“Uh…” he squinted at his watch, “Seven.”

“Dammit!”

“Yep. Late on the first day. Run along, you party animal you,” he sniggered, amusement in his voice.

I had to dig through my bags and get my stuff before heading to the bathroom down the hall. I froze when I saw the sign that said it was co-ed. “Are you kidding me?” I breathed. Rolling my eyes, I got in and went over to the nearest shower stall. Thankfully each stall had a door that locked.

Along the perimeter were another set of cubicles to get dressed in, but I noticed that some people – boys and girls alike – didn’t bother with them at all. They actually got dressed out in the open. And they took their time doing it too. Talking, laughing and holding conversations and everything.

This is so not high school.

I got out of the shower and dressed in the nearest cubicle before setting off to class. I was a few minutes late but it didn’t matter. The teacher hadn’t come in yet anyways. When she did, I smiled to myself. The guy had been right. She handed out copies of the syllabus, went over them and let us out early after about two hours.

The great part was that I had no other classes for today. Definitely not high school.

Grinning like an idiot, I went to get breakfast at the cafeteria. I bought a newspaper, an egg and ham bagel sandwich with a hot chocolate and took it out to the quad.

This was kind of awesome. Everyone looked all collegey; couples walking hand-in-hand, kids goofing off on the benches, middle-agers pulling up in their cars to get to class before returning to work or some just relaxing on the lawn with a book and coffee.

I’d been a bit too hung-over to bother with making any friends in class, but now I wanted to. Back in Rondesdale things were different. Here, everyone was human and there was no reason to even mention the Chosen. No one thought anything odd about the last name Crowley. They didn’t care to ask and I didn’t care to tell them. I was just a face in the crowd and I liked it that way.

I wondered what Nye was doing. It was a couple minutes after eleven. With the five hour time difference, he was probably either home or hanging out with Kenny. Maybe Orion if he felt like it. The two boys had gotten closer but they weren’t really friends yet. They hung out once in a while but that seemed to be it as far as I could tell.

Dusting the crumbs from my clothes, I went back to the dorm to unpack. That didn’t take more than an hour with the small amount of things I had to my name. There was only three bags’ worth of stuff. All the while I had been pulling out things, not really paying much attention until my hand touched something soft and squishy.

“Is that?” I whispered under my breath. Big Rex. I pulled out the stuffed dinosaur that, up to this day, was Nye’s favorite. It had been the first toy he’d ever gotten as a baby and he kept it more out of sentimental value than anything else. “Aw kid. I can’t believe you snuck this in when I wasn’t looking.” I was surprised.

I ran a finger over the ridges like I’d seen him do countless times. He’d never even allowed me to touch it before. No one was allowed to touch Big Rex. That he’d packed it on a four year trip where it would be totally out of sight made me smile. I really would miss that boy.

Putting Big Rex on the pillow, I took a breath and got to my feet. Finding it had made me a little homesick. The toy itself even smelt like home once you ignored the fact that most of it smelt like Nye. Unlike this room.

The dorm was spotless right now and all of the guests were gone. He really must do this a lot to get this place cleaned up so fast. If I hadn’t been here myself I’d doubt that there had been a party in here at all.

The place had been vacuumed and dusted, the toilet swept and mopped and the place smelt like some kind of air freshener. Whatever he had sprayed was subtle but it smelt good. Better yet, it took away the smell of alcohol and puke that had been there this morning.

I looked at his side of the room, trying to get an idea of who I’d be living with for the next four years.

The bed was perfectly made. You could bounce a feather on that thing. His clothes were all hung up in his closet and none on the floor. I looked on my side of the room and noticed that I didn’t have a closet. Looking closer at his, I guessed that it wasn’t a school-issued closet. It looked expensive. Black metal and glass with a full length mirror on the side and a light above the mirror.

I looked through the streak-free glass door at the clothes hanging there. Are those suits? He wears suits? I saw two of them in the closet. Inside, the rack was circular so you had to turn it to see all of the clothes. Curious, I went over to it and opened the glass door to see the clothes better. Brand name, brand name, brand name, foreign, foreign, can’t even pronounce those, never worn, expensive, expensive, brand name.

I closed the door slowly. I couldn’t risk breaking anything this guy owned. I doubted that he even knew how to spell ‘sale’ what with the outrageous price tags I’d seen hanging from some of the clothes. The dorm door swung open without warning and I spun around. He walked in and narrowed his eyes at me. My guilty expression probably was to blame.

“Why are you on my side of the room?”

“Just – um – looking at your closet,” I backed away and onto my side, “I didn’t mean to snoop. Thought I saw a suit there.”

“Yes. A Michaelo Votten and an Alexei Mikhailov,” he glanced at the closet, “You should get some. Suits I mean. We usually have to do our class presentations in business wear. You lose marks for wearing jeans to class on those days.”

“Damn. Guess I have to go shopping.”

“I’d lend you one of mine, but we’re not the same size.”

“It’s alright. I don’t think I could walk around in those anyways. If I spill anything on it, I can’t buy it back.”

“I have more than enough,” he laughed, “Almost too many back at home.”

“Rich kid, huh?” I sat on my bed taking in some of his things.

“Like you haven’t noticed already,” he gestured at his stuff, “This place pretty much screams money. My dad can’t help himself.”

“He’s such a bastard,” I grinned, “Raining a bunch of expensive gifts on you? That dog.”

“Hey,” he laughed, “I don’t mind getting pampered and spoilt at home. But not in college. I always wind up with these seedy looking roommates always making off with my stuff.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about me,” I shrugged, “I’d be too afraid I’d break your stuff to touch any of it. Everything looks high tech. Even your damn closet.”

“That’s ‘cause it is. Check this out,” he winked and cleared his throat, “Spin setting, slow.”

I watched the rack slowly begin turning. “Pause,” he said. It stopped. “Kinda cool right?” he said and added with a longing sigh, “Now if only I can get it to give massages, dress me, make me lunch and do my homework.” I rolled my eyes at him. He was so hopeless that I was sure that Nye would like him.

“You know, I crashed your party, invaded your side of the room and sarcastically insulted your dad and I still don’t know your name,” I said, “I’m Richard…Crowley.” He didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. My last name barely registered as anything special to him. Back home, questions would immediately pop up.

He just leaned down and reached for the handle embedded in his bedside table. When he opened it I saw that it was really a mini fridge built into the table. He grabbed two cans and passed me a fizzy drink. “Thomas Ackles,” he said and I burst out laughing before he could add anything else.

“Thomas? You don’t look like a Thomas,” I sniggered.

“My dad thinks you should name kids for the jobs you want them to have. Apparently he didn’t want me running his company with a name like Rusty or Rex,” he said and then gave a wistful sigh, “Would have been so cool to have a name like Rex though.”

“I guess. But Thomas? I’m sorry, I just can’t call you that.”

“Everyone here calls me Tommy. I was trying to tell you that before you burst out laughing.”

I passed over one of my snacks to him and we lay sprawled off on our beds lazing around. Tommy munched on the potato chips and asked for one of my cream filled, chocolate cookies. I passed him my packet and he passed over his. The sweet and salty totally worked.

“You got this place cleaned up pretty fast.”

“Our housekeeper got this place cleaned up pretty fast.

“Our? As in she’ll clean up after me too?” I asked brightening up.

“Of course. She doesn’t have it in her to only do one half of any room. It’s a matter of pride or something.”

“I can’t believe you have a housekeeper.”

“Yes, you can,” he scoffed and tossed a chip at me, “Look at this room. We’ve just established that I’m a clichéd, lame rich kid. Do you really think I can clean? I’m not even sure I could figure out how to sweep.”

“Clichéd rich kid is a bit harsh. I mean you’re nice enough,” I said, “Aren’t you supposed to be a douche bag like other clichéd rich kids?”

“True,” he stroked his chin and twirled an imaginary, genie-length beard, “But that aside, I have a pesky but absent dad, more money than I need and a college dorm that flaunts it, I’m athletic, girls love me and I’m pretty damn hot. I’m a walking cliché.”

“All you need is a pink sweater with the sleeves tied around your shoulders.”

“You should see me in country club clothes,” he made a face, “You’d take that back.”

“Country club? Damn you are a cliché.”

“At least you get this face to wake up to every morning. You’re welcomed.”

I grinned and shook my head. He was right. He was pretty damn hot.

Tommy had nearly black hair with brown-blonde highlights streaking the strands so perfectly that they had to be natural. His eyes were a pale blue that was hard to look away from but it had the most mischievous sparkle to it. He was tall with lean muscle and a smile that reached his eyes before it reached his lips. It was just that genuine. Overall the man was classically handsome. Possibly one of the best looking teenage guys I’d ever seen.

“Actually,” he peered at me, “Yours isn’t too bad a face either. Nothing to cause nightmares at least.”

“Oh, har har. Funny.”

“No, really. You should have seen my last roommate,” he shuddered, “Looked like a comic book character after getting tossed into a vat of toxic waste. And his teeth were so yellow and broken that I’m convinced he hadn’t brushed in three years and then bit a bomb.”

“Sweet Ahmose.”

“Ahmose? That’s the Chosen God,” he said looking confused, “I had a Chosen friend in high school. Really religious, girl.”

“You had a Chosen friend?” I asked ignoring the fact that he’d noticed my slip up.

“Well not for long. My dad wasn’t too happy to find out about her. But yeah I did. Nice girl too. You ever met any Chosen?”

“Way more than you’d believe. My best friend back home is one,” I said.

“And your parents are cool with it?”

I nodded and he looked impressed. That said more than I cared to know about this side of the world. I’d avoid mentioning living in the Rondesdale village for as long as possible. I didn’t know how they felt about being friendly with the other race here and there really was no need to intentionally make my life here hard too.

Tommy had a class to get to so he left the dorm to go grab lunch before heading over to it.

As soon as he was gone, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number to Nye’s cell. I grabbed Big Rex and lay back on the wall. He answered on the fourth ring sounding breathless. I laughed imagining him bolting up the stairs two at a time trying to get to the phone.

“Had a nice run?” I asked.

“Yeah. Tease the guy who’s going to turn into a half wolf someday. Smart move.”

“Oh shut up and tell me how much you and Little Wolf missed me.”

“Right right. Of course. Sorry. Ehem hem,” he said and turned on the sarcasm, “We were pining away all day. Spent all of fourth period doodling your name. Got through twenty-five and a half pages of that before the bell rang. I’d have done more pages but it took extra time to dot the I’s with hearts since ‘Richie’ has two I’s. Oh and I rented four movies. BFF…not, The Runaway Best Friend, For the Love of A Buddy and my all time favorite, Pen Pal 2: Return of the Pal.”

“I love that one!” I shook my head laughing at his fake movie names, “Isn’t that the one when the pal went away, but then he came back?”

“Hits home every time,” he gave a mock sniffle, “And I probably should mention that you need to send me seventy dollars.”

“For what?” I smiled and settled back into my pillow.

“For all the cake, ice-cream and chocolate I had to buy to eat my pain away. Not to mention the three boxes of tissue I used with my constant tears,” he gave a woeful sigh, “My eyes are puffy and I’m sixteen pounds heavier thanks to you. If you don’t come home soon, I’ll get gelatinous and unsightly.”

“You needed some meat on your bones anyway,” I said, “And I missed you too, kiddo.”

I knew Nye too well to take his joking for joking. He wanted to put up an image so that I wouldn’t feel bad about leaving. After the way his wolf reacted to me going, I knew that today couldn’t have been easy.

“Damn, I forgot to tell you. I’m going to get a bit of training done with Asher White,” he said and I could imagine him bouncing around in his excitement.

“Training with the Alpha? Already? But you haven’t even done your first shift.”

“Don’t worry. He won’t push me that hard. He knows that I can’t shift yet.”

“When did he tell you all of this?” I asked.

“I went over to Orion’s to ask for his notes and…” his voice trailed off.

“It’s fine, Nye. You can say it.”

“…and Asher felt the wolf’s – uh – well he felt the wolf.”

“Say it. I hate that you’re trying to spare my feelings when you don’t get a break.”

“Fine, you stubborn fart. He felt the wolf’s fury, grief and restlessness. He thinks it isn’t healthy having him constantly being that volatile. He wants me to channel his energy into training sessions.”

“It’s that bad, huh?” I frowned.

“Actually, he’s calm now that he can hear you. No worries. Anyways like I was saying, Asher says that my animal is going to be a very powerful dominant. He thinks that I should join ranks once I can shift.”

“Really? That’s great! Look at that. Our Nye in uniform. Pack soldier and everything. Bet your aunt is happy.”

“She’s telling anyone who stands still enough to listen. I’m starting to feel sorry for the postman. Poor man didn’t stand a chance. She came at him no matter how fast he power walked.”

“Sounds like something your mom would do,” I smiled thinking of the elderly human man with the limp and satchel full of envelopes.

“Oh don’t get me started on her. She wants to throw a party for me. I haven’t gotten in yet and she’s already ordering cakes and junk. That woman…”

“She’s proud. I can’t blame her. I am too. I want to come home and see you in uniform as much as anyone else does.”

“I have to train and qualify before I even get a uniform.”

“You’ll get in. I know it,” I told him feeling a proud grin spread over my face. He didn’t reply at first but I could almost hear a smile in his silence.

“I’m meeting him after school tomorrow. We’re going out into the forest for a few hours,” he said.

“Really? You have to tell me how it went… Shoot! My phone credit is going to run out. These international rates are the worst.” The warning beep went off again.

“I’ll call you tomorrow then,” he promised quickly, “Take care alright? Don’t drive your roommate bonkers.”

“Don’t let Asher push you too hard tomorrow. And my roommate’s actually pretty awesome. He—.”

I looked at the cell and sighed. The call ended. Keeping up with international calling is going to be impossible after a while. We’re used to talking everyday but that’s going to have to cut down. This is going to be pretty bloody inconvenient. I wouldn’t bring it up though. It was better to let Nye figure it out on his own. The situation was crappy enough without me going and killing the one thing that made it suck a little less for him.

I played the phone between my fingers looking at it. Talking to him had made me a bit more homesick but at the same time I felt better. What I’d do to be able to go hang out at Crusty’s with Nye and pig out on semi-edible pizza while making fun of some of the weirdoes that strolled through. The ones with more piercings than skin or mohawks that were dyed so many odd colors that you wondered what they were smoking while choosing the colors.

I need to get more credit on my phone. Grabbing the newspaper, I sifted through looking for job openings. I needed one if I wanted to keep up my bad snack and hot chocolate habit, buy food and keep up with any decent credit on my phone. And apparently I needed business clothes. With a highlighter I circled the possible ones and made a note to get my resume in order.

Tommy came back to the dorm with his bag in one hand and pink lipstick on his neck. In the other hand was a large, square, leather box with a handle on the top, buckles all around the outside and wheels below. He dropped his stuff on his bed and threw himself across mine.

“Richard, m’boy. What have you been up to since I left?” he said in his fast paced, city-boy way and oddly accented lilt. I pushed the papers to him and he peered at the highlighted circles. Tommy winced and made a face.

“Job hunting. Tragic way to spend your second day here,” he shook his head, “Makes me almost grateful that daddy dearest doesn’t think I’m suited for anything but his life’s work.”

“A company of your own and the life of luxury until then? Hard knock life you got there.”

“Right?” he gave a sigh, “The burdens of money.”

I saw his grin from the side of my eye and felt my own smile spread. His was infectious. He held out his hand for the paper and I passed it over. He looked from one job vacancy to another and I could tell he was disappointed with the choices.

“Do you really want to do any of these?” he folded it and passed it back.

“No, but a job is a job. And at this point of my college career, this is what I have to settle for.”

“How about I see if I can get you something at Ackles Corp? I like you kid and I can’t have my roommate wearing the uniform on page seventeen. You’d never get any ass wearing that unfortunate color combo and smelling like burgers all the time,” he pat my leg with sympathy in his eyes but a smile on his face.

“Kid?” I shot him a look, “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” he beamed cheerfully.

“I’m eighteen. You’re not that much older.”

“But I am so much wiser. So what do you say? Interested in a job? I’ll warn you. It’ll be something entry level and it won’t pay a whole lot, but definitely it’ll be better than any of those others. Plus it sounds better when you tell girls that you work in Ackles Corp as opposed to Phil’s Crab Shack.”

“I can tell,” I gave a wry smile, “You don’t even work there yet and I spot lipstick on your neck”.

“Oh that?” he wiped at his skin, “Just a little fun with the girls. Nothing to talk about.”

“Yeah, well I’ve recently discovered that they’re not exactly my gender of choice,” I said looking up to gauge his reaction. I hadn’t exactly come out to anyone yet. Not even Nye.

“I hear ya,” he nodded without missing a beat, “They’re fun to play with, but some days I prefer me a guy when it really gets down to it. Hetero sex doesn’t always live up to the hype for me.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I shook my head remembering Eliza, “So you’re bi then?”

“I don’t like classifications and boundaries,” he shrugged, “It’s so limiting. Relationships are overrated abd gender doesn’t really matter, I think. I flirt, undress, come and kiss them goodbye. F.U.C.K. Not very dignified and daddy doesn’t approve but then again, he doesn’t approve of grape jello either. Can’t live my life by his joys. If it looks like fun and it’s cute, why not?”

“Boys and girls. Bi then,” I confirmed laughing.

“Boys, girls, transgender, in-betweenies, gay, straight, curious.” he counted and gave a wink for good measure, “There is a whole range of meaningless sex out there man. It’s a freaking beautiful thing.”

“Well I’ve only had sex with one person. And after a few tries, I’ve decided that vaginas aren’t for me.”

“They’re not for everyone, but have you considered that it was just that particular vagina that wasn’t for you?”

“I did. But then I realized that I wasn’t attracted to women in general anymore and…well the guys were a lot more appealing.”

“There’s no fighting that logic. But onto more pressing, life-or-death matters. One sex partner at eighteen? You’re a guy not a girl. No one’s going to call you slut. What elusive virtue are you trying to keep?” he asked and pat my crotch for emphasis.

“Shut up, man,” I shoved his hand away laughing, “My situation was a bit complicated back at home.”

“Well this isn’t ‘home’. And if it’s the last thing I do, I am going to get you some ass. Literally. You’re going to see so much butt cheeks we’re going to have to call you rectal thermometer or something.”

“That’s a really long nickname.”

“We’ll think of something. And you’re welcomed,” he lied back, “Job, sex, parties, advice, tips on college. I have to do everything for you, don’t I?”

“It would seem so.”

“Come on. Let’s go see what’s in the care package this week,” he got up and opened the box on his bed.

I came over and whistled. It was one hell of a care package. Someone at his house definitely took care of his teen needs.

There were bottles of alcohol that we had to unwrap from the bubble wrap. They were more expensive liquors and gin like I saw in the party. With it was a box of luxury chocolates with red, silk ribbon tied around it, imported cookies, an expertly frosted cake and a container of little homemade pies. I guessed that they were made by his housekeeper.

The rest of the box was filled with random little things like hair supplies, condoms, a new tie, new cufflinks and a few new t-shirts.

“These come every week?” I took a pie he offered. He nodded and began unpacking everything. I peered into the box while munching on the flakey, beef filled pastry. On his own, he’s a pretty good roommate. But if these care packages come each week, I’m going to have to crown him Best Roommate of All Time.

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