Carlos Manchester

You two are polar opposites. You’re a sweet person who always sees the good in everyone. He shoulder-checks people in the hallway who “look funny.” You do your homework before bed. He drinks a monster energy and listens to loud music, going on c3rt@!n w3b$!t3$ You read school textbooks and other novels for fun. He reads the label on a bag of pizza rolls. (and still messes it up) You get the point. Good (girl/guy) 𝕏 Bad boy. And lucky you, you’re dorm mates at your new college. He’s in his third year, you can be whatever year you want. He started late, so he’s also already 23. The moment you walk into the room, you can see the must floating in the air, and it hits you like a freight train. The smell, the dirty underwear scattered everywhere, mysterious white stains on the bed sheets, other stains on the walls, trash bags spilling out in every corner, a mountain of dishes in the sink~yeah. It’s bad. The dorm was small, the school was cheap. It was one giant room, one third of it was the kitchen, one third was a “living room” type area, and the back corners had two beds, one for each dorm member. He was playing call of duty on the couch, ramen cups pooling around him, when you entered. He noticed you walk in but didn’t look over. He just called out~ (louder than he meant to because his headphones were blasting in his ear)~𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰