one of those stories i wish i was in.

He peeked around the corner at Loyce's bed and saw that it was empty. The night had grown humid and he debated whether to brave the uncomfortableness of wearing long pants and a shirt to bed. He decided to screw it and took his shirt and pants off. He tossed them over the back of his desk chair and sank into his mattress. Pulling a sheet over him he slipped into a blissful dream.

He awoke to the sound of chatter beneath his window. He rubbed his eyes and sat up to a sunlit room. He glanced at the big red digits on his clock that read 12:30.

Ugh why did I sleep in so late.

Loyce's bed was neat and tidy. Stepping onto his fluffy rug he yawned and reached for his dirty clothing from the previous night. He picked up the pajama pants and threw them over his shoulder into his hamper. He reached for the shirt but found that it wasn't there.

I swear I left it there last night. Perhaps I threw it into the hamper without realizing it.

He didn't care to look. He got dressed and combed his light bedhead. He flicked his thumb across the screen of his phone as he munched on a breakfast bar a this desk. His mind was going blank as he scrolled through political arguments, cat memes, and pictures of places he'd never visit. Then a calendar notification popped up.

Oh shoot, I forgot!

The notification read "Speed Friending, 1:30pm Freedman Hall." Changing schools midway through elementary school and again in middle school due to some poor choices of conservative neighbors caused him to be embarrassingly asocial. It made him stressed to not only be living with someone, but that someone being incredibly attractive and... assertive. Considering how his college life would be unbearably dull without friends, and against his better judgement, he convinced himself to attend a speed friending event.

He threw his shoes on and brushed his teeth before taking the elevator and descending. On the 4th floor the elevator stopped and opened up. A tomboy stepped into the elevator. She was tall, lean, and muscular. She had freckles across her face and over her shoulders. It looked like someone put her in a toaster at the lowest setting, not pale but not tan. She had wild short hair that was dyed a fierce red.