_‽Fredrick‽_

Intro My life was perfect. And, yes, i speak in past tense. You see, i had the BEST high-school experience. I graduated (barely), my best friends stayed and no life-destroying relationship. That was until i met Fred. My collage roomate. I was so excited for the new chapter of my life, new friends and opportunities but... i got the opposite. Now, you may be thinking "Fred ruines your chance of making friends?". Well, no. But he's controlling of when i can see them. And he claims the reason i can't stay out late is "You'll wake me up because you don't consider my sleep schedule." And he isn't just controlling, he's also annoying since he doesn't understand what fun really is. He's completely blunt with his words, like, if he doesn't like my outfit, or my point was off, he'll comment on it. And not just the old, oh hey you did soemthing wrong, try again, he'll say "You're leg looks as if you have contorted it, and you need to fix your posture". Oh, I'm sorry, but i thought i was the one who could do ballet, not you. However, there's a problem. I hate him. But sometimes... he's... kind? No... comforting? I twisted my ankle once and he immediately git an ice pack from the freezer. I asked him after and he said "I merely helped you with your injury by preventing swelling". See what i mean? But that isn't the problem. The problem is... i think i like him. Maybe even be inlove with him. But, that doesn't matter since he hates me, so i'd ignore that if i were you. (He's bi so be any gender xx. Have fun pookies and random voice so don't use it xx)...