"Keith! Welcome back!" said some fellow student as he walked by.

The black haired boy replied with a grunt, adjusting his grip on the boxes in his arms. After climbing two flights of stairs (The elevator was too crowded for his liking), Keith finally reached his floor. His dorm room was at the end of the hallway, far away from the usual dorms most known for parties. While students got wasted, he was half naked on his bed, finishing homework. 

With one hand, he managed to use his key to get into the dorm. Shakely, he put down the boxes and stretched his arms. A few more boxes, grunts, sighs, and complaining about the broken air conditioning, he had finally unpacked his boxes. 

"Thank god." he sighed, tossing himself onto his bed.

He roughly dragged his hands over his face. He could finally rest. Not once in his life did he have to wait for a room mate, or worry about the suffering that came along with having a person live with you through out the school year. Every year he asked his child hood friend,  Pidge to hack into the school system and relocate any dorm mate that had been assigned to him. Despite it being a federal offence, Pidge had her fun and Keith got a peaceful school year.

I wonder if Pidge got her computer skills from her past life he thought suddenly. It was common for habits or characteristics to be passed on from other life/lives in the past. Pidge had loved taking things apart and putting them together since she was a toddler, it wouldn't have been surprising if she was some sort of computer specialist before. The mark on her neck was a 3. Three lives she had lived, it was always a possibility. 

Keith closed his tired eyes. Slowly, but surely, his body began to grow heavy and lazy, finally shutting down. He sighed with a small smile. Sighing seemed to be his favorite expression. Suddenly the silence and peace was over with a loud knocking at the door. Keith jumped up, startled. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. Was that just his imagination? Nope, the knocking returned. 

Who the fuck- Pardon me Whom the fuck is at the door? Keith got up regretfully. He swung the door open and almost immediately was pushed to the side. Caught off guard by this action, he stumbled back.

"Jesus christ man, open the door faster next time. I can barely hold these boxes up any longer!"

The owner of the voice was a tall, tanned skin boy with brown hair. Keith had never seen him before and had probably never been more confused in his life. The thud of boxes falling to the floor right beside the unoccupied bed in the corner of the room, snapped Keith out of his daze.

"Wait, who the fuck are you?!" He suddenly snapped.

The tanned boy cracked his knuckles and looked a bit  confused at Keith. His eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I'm Lance. Lance McClain."

"Lance McClain" had his hand stuck out. Keith simply glanced at it and crossed his arms.

"And why are you in my dorm?"

Lance cocked his head in confusion making Keith realize that he was missing out on something.

"Hm. You must've not gotten the email. The dorm house I usually live in got flooded. There are pretty bad damages, so I was relocated!" Lance said with a bit too much enthusiasm.

Keith's jaw dropped a bit. There had to be some mistake!

"No." Was all that escaped his lips.

"No, what?"

"There is no fucking way I'm sharing a dorm with you." He growled, turning around to search for something.

"Well jeez man, you dont have to be so rude about it. I was assigned here, I didnt chose to be here." Lance said in distaste.

The raven haired boy finally found what he was looking for. Out of his bag he pulled out his cell phone. Lance stared as Keith typed in a number and held the phone up to his ear.

"Pidge? Yeah hey-"

"Who the hell is Pidge..." Muttered Lance under his breath.

"- check for me, plleeeaaassee," Keith begged "There is some mistake!"

"Sorry bro, there is no mistake. The west dorm house is flooded and like~ errr.. Lance! Like Lance said, damages are pretty extensive."

"Which means?!"

"That youre kinda stuck with him for the year."

"Change that!" He demanded.

"Keith, brother, I wish I could. No other dormitory is available for him to be moved to. He has to stay there. I'm sorry."

Keith ended the call and tossed his phone onto his bed. He glared at Lance who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

The cocky look Lance had screamed "I was right, you were wrong" and that just pissed Keith off even more. There was no way he was gonna let his school year be ruined by some... Some guy! But he heard Pidge, neither of them could change it.

With a huff, Keith searched into his boxes of stuff. Lance pushed himself off the wall, ignoring his asshole of a roommate.

"I need to go get more of my st-" Lance began before being interupted by Keith.

"Lets make one thing clear," Keith declared, a roll of duct tape in his hand.

He unrolled the tape and, after scanning the room and doing some math in his head, he placed it perfectly in the center. After splitting the room in half with tape, he stepped back.

"This is your half," he said, indicating to the right half of the room "And this is my half."

Lance burst out laughing.

"You're joking right?"

Keith looked at Lance with the most serious look he could give him. Lance shook his head, taken aback a tad bit.

"Dude that's not fair! You have more then half of the window!" Lance argued.

"Its not my fault the window is off centre!"

"Your side is bigger then mine!"

"It is not!"

"Is to!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah it is!"

"My math is almost never wrong, buddy."

"Almost never, and the names Lance." He huffed.

"Alright, McClain. Deal with what you got."

"Fine, Mullet." Lance finished with a huff, turning on his heels and out the door.

Keith stared angerly at the door way. He subconciously raised his arms to the back of his neck and intertwined his hand in his hair.

"Mullett?" He muttered, returning to his boxes. "I just dont have time to cut it...."

4 am was the time on Lances blue digital clock. Four in the damn morning. He didnt have to be up at this specific time, his alarm clock hadnt gone off and didn't need to for another few hours. So what the hell was disturbing his sleep?

"Mullet." he growled sleepily

Opening his tired eyes a bit wider, he saw what woke him up. Keiths bedside lamp was on, but no Keith in his bed. Then the creaking noise of the bathroom door reached his ears and there he saw it. Keith walking out of the bathroom in gym shorts and a t-shirt with his hair wet, towel in hand.

"Did you just take a shower?!" Lance asked, weirded out.

Keith jumped.

"Jesus Christ," he said out loud before muttering something "Yes. Yes I did."

"Its 4 am. And you just took a shower. What type of human are you?" Lance said, narrowing his eyes at the smaller boy.

"I'm not one." Keith simply replied, crawling into his bed and grabbing a book on his bed side table.

"Are you seriously gonna read a book right now?" Lance asked.

"Are you gonna keep questioning my every action?"

Lance sighed.

"I cant sleep with the light on."

"Learn to deal with it." Was the simple response he got.

Lance grumbled and groaned, draping the blanket over his face and flipping over in his bed. This semester was going to be a long one.

"Yeah- look I'm not asking for much. Just find a way to get rid of him!" Keith huffed into his phone as he waited in line for coffee.

"Oh yeah of course, this is gonna be just simple, Keith. Look, what's bad about having him around for a bit anyways?"

"He talks too much."

"I talk too much Keith, you're never annoyed by me."

"I grew up with you that's different. You are a different annoyance."

"I- wow. Look, for your sake i'll see what I can find and do. But it's not gonna be quick, give me time."

"Fine... How much time?"

"A month, maybe two."

"PIDGE," Keith practically yelled.

People glanced over at him as if he was some weirdo. Keith's cheeks turned pink as he attempted to hid his face.

"Pidge I cannot live with him for a month! He sings in the shower, is a total mess, and thinks hes better then everyone. I'm suffering."

"Suffer for another month then. I have to go, this hell hole of a high school calls my name. Bye, bro."

"Bye, Pidge."

Keith hung up. He tapped his foot impatiently as the line moved slowly. That morning he had awoken to his alarm, and just as he was gonna go to the bathroom like always, it was occupied. All that could be heard was Lances attempt to cover maybe Beyonce? Then, (after leaving a puddle of water in the bathroom) he threw his clothes around as he got dressed.

His shirt had fallen over to Keiths side of the room which infuriated him.

"There is a line for a reason!"

Was what he had yelled when he noticed things were out of hand. Lance had simply rolled his eyes. It had already been the second day and Keith was already contemplating dropping out of college and just doing it at home.

Only a month. Just one, maybe two. The suffering will be over soon. Keith thought to himself.

"Next in line." Said the Cashier behind the counter.

Ahh yes. Those three perfect words.

"So, where did they put you? I was put in Building A on the second floor." Hunk asked as he followed Lance out of their Biology class.

"Building C, Floor 3." Lance sighed, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Damn, man. You look exhausted. Did you sleep last night?"

Lance sighed. He blinked several times before responding.

"I only used like 5 hours of the sleep." He yawned.

Lance suddenly realized what he had said.

"Shit I mean- see I'm this tired. I need to use the sleep some more."

Hunk chuckled. Hunk was more on the chubby side. He had dark skin and adorable hair that seemed to floof over an orange hair band he always wore to keep it out of his face. He had been best friends with his Columbian friend for years now. Lance slipping his words up because he didn't get his, beauty sleep was normal and always funny.

"What kept you up?" He asked his friend, grabbing him from his white hood and helping him avoid running into people.

"My stupid roommate," Lance whined, "He takes showers in the middle of the night, and then starts reading. With the light on. It's like he doesnt even need sleep. The light on was soo annoying."

Hunk shook his head. Whoever this roommate was owed him. Now he'd have to hear all the complaints Lance had of him for a whole semester.

"Plus the air conditioning in that building is broken! How am I supposes to survive the summer?!"