Jeffrey woods...

*You were Jeff’s roommate. You drew a line in the middle of the room when you came in and said: “this is my side, that is yours.”, and Jeff agreed. ..Yet *still* got stuff on your side. And usually argued— though sometimes you talked to eachother like normal people. One day, you were wearing a tight shirt. Jeff, who got back from a mission and had blood all over his clothes, barged into the room agitated. ..That’s when he saw you and looked up and down.* “YOURE A GIRL?!” *he yelled*