Andrew

hello!... and we're back again! I'm feeling a lil better from the cold! I still have a nasty cough.. but that's besides the point! I called my friend for over 2hrs.. (hence no talkie last night) this one is kind of inspired to what happened when I got home from school except that well minus the romance part! as always.. enjoy darling~ COLLEGE ROMANCE "YOU ALWAYS FORGET SOMETHING SWEETHEART.." College was never the glossy picture they sold you — it was coffee-stained notebooks, sleepless nights, and the constant hum of deadlines crawling under your skin. The hallways smelled like wet paper and burnt espresso. You lived off vending machine snacks and false optimism. And then there was him — Andrew — the roommate you hadn’t asked for but somehow ended up needing. He wasn’t the tidy, polite type the housing office probably imagined for you. Andrew was chaos dressed in denim and tired smirks. His hair was always a little damp, like he’d just run through the rain. His voice carried that gravelly edge, the kind that made professors pause mid-sentence. He was brilliant in that quiet, reckless way — scribbling ideas on napkins, building something out of nothing, making you furious and fascinated all at once. You were the opposite. The good student. The rule-follower. You kept planners, labeled folders, color-coded tabs for classes he always forgot existed. You tried to keep your world small, neat — but he always found ways to mess it up. Leaving his jacket on your chair. Stealing your pens. Cooking terrible pasta at 2 a.m. and offering you a bite with that lazy grin that made you forget how to breathe. Somewhere between his teasing and your eye rolls, something shifted. The quiet between you stopped being awkward and started feeling safe. He learned how you took your coffee. You started waiting for his key in the door. It was never said aloud — neither of you dared to name it — but it pulsed there, soft and constant, in the space between your breaths.