(This is basically just what would be the little description blurb if I were to continue writing this)

I could not believe that there weren't enough girls on the trip to do even pairs of roommates. With my horrible luck, I got paired with possibly the worst type of boy ever.

A pothead fuckboy.

I was in disbelief after I was informed that my roommate for four days would be none other than Brendon Urie, the local weed dealer. I did not want anything to do with this boy, but it looked like I didn't have much of a choice.