Connor's POV

I enjoyed my and Michael's trip to arcade. I feel that we're a lot closer after it. I mean, especially after that conversation by his car. It felt... good to get that off my chest. Michael isn't the only fucking person who knows, obviously. But.. it just felt good. That's something I don't tell many people. I don't know why the fuck I don't tell many people. Also, watching him play all the retro games was  fucking... He is just so passionate... it's really-

Wait, what the fuck?

Let's forget that warmth you just felt Connor Murphy. That was fucking weird. Why the fuck has that been happening recently? This out of fucking nowhere warmth when I look at him? The out of fucking nowhere blushing as well, what the actual fuck? I know it's probably nothing and I'm probably just over reacting.

Oh, Jared would just have a fucking field day with that! Everything about that sounds like I like Michael. As in a crush. Which is absolutely fucking ridiculous because we've only known each other for 16 days! 16! There's no way I could like him in that way. We are just friends.

My new Clyde plushie had made his home on my bed. Well, I put him there, obviously. He's a fucking plushie, it's hardly like he can move on his own or something. He kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. You have this orange ghost leaning against my pillows on my muted blue-gray duvet and bluish gray walls. I didn't actually mind though, it was kinda nice to have a splash of colour within my monotonous room. I was kind of surprised when Michael gave him to me but... it felt nice. If Jared and Evan come over though, I'll hide him. The last thing I want is to corroborate Jared's ridiculous notion. After all, he seemed to believe that I liked my roommate in that way, when I do not.

I gazed at Clyde with a smile, before getting my drawing tablet. I had no classes today and Michael had just left to go to one of his. Huh, it's kinda funny how we managed to get back from the arcade just in time for Michael's class. I looked at my drawing tablet and plugged it into my computer, it's one of those. I had to work on a commission. I started it and started humming quietly. I didn't know why exactly I was humming. The commission was from some dude by the username of 'rgoranski' or something. I don't fucking know. The room was silent, except for my humming. I was soon finished with it. They didn't choose one of the options that would require a lot of time to be wasted on it so I sent it to them and then got off of my bed. I decided to take a walk, I hadn't really gone for a tour around campus or something.

I left the building entrance. I probably looked fucking weird to bystanders as this was the second time I was leaving the building. I then only registered the immediate surroundings of the building Michael and I lived in a shared dorm in. There were large fields of grass that were way too fucking green to be natural. I practically zoomed past those fields. I do not want to have to have a conversation with a jock. They're mostly full of themselves anyway. As I walked, I found myself thinking about my roommate and I smiled softly. I wasn't looking where I was going so I walked straight into someone. They stumbled backward, but quickly regained their footing. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. They looked back at me.

"It's fine," they said. The guy had brown eyes, kind of like Michael's but the guy's were a reddish-brown. His hair was brownish but also red. In fact, it was mostly red. But it wasn't a bright red or something. "Hey... you look familiar.." I looked up.

"I do?" I'd never seen this guy before in my life.

"Um, is... your name Connor?" He asked. I blinked. How did this guy know my name?! I didn't answer a for a while and the guy just kinda stood there awkwardly.

"I am called that, yes." The guy relaxed slightly.

"That's cool. You must uh, be Michael's roommate," the guy said. "At least, I'm uh, assuming as such, as you look like he uh, described. This would be uh, super awkward if you weren't his roommate." I blinked at the guy.

"Well, my roommate's name is Michael," I stated. The guy played with the hem of whatever the blue jacket-thing he was wearing was called.

"Does this Michael like video games? And listens to Bob Marley? Has patches sewn onto his red hoodie?" I nodded to all of the questions and then the guy straightened. He smiled a bit. "Yep, you're his roommate," he seemed to be confirming that to himself only. "I'm Jeremy," he said his name. I looked at him, so this is Jeremy.

"Nice to meet you Jeremy." God, this conversation is so fucking awkward. Jeremy seemed to share that sentiment as he mumbled out something about having to go to class and then said goodbye. I stated my own goodbyes and continued on my walk. I found out that there was like, a mini restaurant block on campus. Where the fuck did they get the money for that of all things? There was a small park within the campus too, with a pond. Huh, that could be a good spot for a date. The scenery was fucking beautiful. The couple in question could easily go to one of the restaurants and then go for a walk within the park. Though, it could also be a place where people go for..... privacy.

I turned back around and started heading back. I can't believe that I've never explored campus before. I must be a fucking idiot or something. Then again, I'm not really the explore-y type. The walk back was quiet, except for my mind. I kept thinking about Michael. I don't fucking know why, it's really odd.

I opened the door to find Michael sitting on the couch, clearly back from his class. He hadn't yet noticed me and the setting sun from the window was casting a glow on him. I blinked when I realized I was staring. That was super fucking weird. "Hey!" I said. Michael smiled and then to face me.

"Hello," he replied with equal enthusiasm and a slight laugh. I turned around to close the door behind me. I joined him on the couch and saw that he was watching TV. "I'm just watching a movie," he said, with a shrug. I tried to ignore how close I'd sat next to him on the couch, feeling weirdly nervous.

"Cool. Which one?" Michael leaned back on the couch and I took off my hoodie, feeling hot in it. I threw it over the other arm rest.

"The Emoji Movie," he said with a smirk. I burst out laughing. I'd never laughed so hard in my life, Michael would probably think I'm weird. But, I heard him laughing as well.

"The EMOJI MOVIE? Michael, what- what the actual fuck?" Michael just smirked more and I tried to calm down. "Why the fuck are- are- are you watching that piece of literal shit? Why- why are we watching that fucking piece of shit? It's- it belongs in the actual trash! It should've never been made!"

"I like watching bad movies," Michael said, smiling and shrugging. I was still laughing. He then laughed himself again. "Wow, you must've found that hilarious," he commented, smiling. "I must say, I didn't expect a full-blown laugh to come out of that," he chuckled. "A chuckle, snicker or giggle maybe, not a laugh-laugh." I just smiled.

"Michael- Mikey- Michael have you seen the reviews of this?! They- it's bad. It's so, so, bad. It's so fucking funny because the reviews are so fucking bad." Michael merely nodded.

"I am aware of the reviews. I agree, they're fucking hilarious," he agreed. "But, c'mon what were they thinking? Not only is the concept of an 'Emoji Movie' ridiculous, there's also like no coherent plot. How are we supposed to feel bad for these characters if they're constantly being so annoying?" I giggled, finally starting to calm down.

"I honestly don't know Michael." We continued trashing the film and laughing about it. Our shoulders brushed at one point and I felt myself heat up but ignored it, not wanting to think about Jared's ridiculous claim. As you know, it's fucking ridiculous.