Go to my Dorm to relax, but get roped into a party instead.

After that... odd moment, I gather myself and walk back to my dorm room. This was my first time living away from home but at least I wasn't totally alone in my living space. I am a social creature by nature, and even if he wasn't my favorite person, it was better to have a roomie than be all on my own.

I walked into my sanctuary to find my roommate chilling on the couch.

Chris smiled a kind but smug smile at me as I walked in.

"James! Hey man, sup'?" he asked while looking at the T.V. I peer at it, it was another re-run of a generic action movie, but it looked like one of the better ones.

I shrug, putting my bags down and sitting next to him. I had nothing better to do, what with my homework done early and all.

"Nothing much. Just finished hanging with Amy and Jim. You?"

Chris smirked, "Nothing much, just chatting up 'Becca. Close to getting her number, I'm sure."

I groaned internally while I raised a brow, "Do you even know that much about her?"

He laughed a little while remaining focused on the T.V, "Hey, I don't need to. I'm not trying out to be her BF. Just want to have fun together is all."

I shrug, "Alright, just curious."

We sat there wordlessly for a while, me grabbing a beer and soda for Chris and myself respectively.

He cracked it open with a fierce crack while looking at me funny.

"We need to get you drunk man," Chris said semi-seriously, chugging his beer with experience.

I sigh, the familiar conversation that I've had a hundred times with a hundred people with him, "No thanks Chris. No offense to you or anyone else, but I'm just not interested."

He flopped back with an air of drama and sarcasm. "Look, Jamie, you're in college! You need to get wasted, get laid, make some fuck ups. This monk thing you got going on it's just wrong."

I chug my own drink, "Hey, I'm all for experiencing life and all, I'm just not a huge fan of drinking and weed." I adjust my glasses and look into his blue eyes, "I don't care if you guys do it, I just like being sober is all."

I tap my can to his, "Plus I'm not sure how you can drink this crap. I mean, mixed drinks I get if you want to get wasted, but beer and wine just taste terrible."

He shrugs, "You just get used to it after a while bro." He smacks his lips on the next drink and then sighs, "Look man, I'm not just being a dick on this."

Chris' tone caused me to stop and listen, "Okay, partial dick, got it." I joked.

Chris shoved me a little and continued, "Like I said, I think you need to cut loose a little. We've been roomies this past semester and all, and I haven't really seen you have any kind of fun. Like, at all. No parties, no talking to girls other than that Amy chick, no real friends outside of her either."

He leans back, "Not even some nerd fun, like playing those DnD games or gay shit like that."

I think about telling him how offensive that was, but decide to let it slide for today. Chris seemingly was trying to help me, though he didn't really know what the problem was. So, I'll tell him off later, I guess.

He takes another drink, while I keep silent for the sake of his sudden speech.

"And it's not like your hard up on cash or working all that much to keep your grades either. You're just sittin' on your bed and letting life leave you in the dust."

He finished his drink and wordlessly held out the can to me. I take them and get new ones while I throw our old drinks away. He threw his pale arm around me, and I could feel the defined yet soft muscle wrap around my neck.

"So, Jamestown, I'm taking you to a party that I got an invite to tomorrow. I was gonna try to bring 'Becca, but you need it more than her."

I raise a brow, "You mean that she shot you down," I teased.

He nodded in good humor, though I could feel him squeeze a little harder.

"Whatever. Now, I don't give a shit if you don't get drunk and dance on tables or shit like that, but you gotta go meet some people or you're gonna go all Unabomber on our asses."

I frown for a moment in thought, "I suppose it would be nice to go somewhere instead of spending the night totally alone and fapping to hentai. I mean, I'm probably going to spend most of the party hanging in a bedroom or something, but it beats doing nothing all day."

I shrug, "Sure. But I ain't drinking."

Chris laughed heartily, "Whatever, more for me!"

I shove him off me lightly, "Also, I would not 'go Unabomber on your asses'. If I snap I would spend the rest of my life trying to go into an Anime-verse. Duh."

The frankness in which I spoke hid my nerves, but I was not looking forward to this party at all.

"Anyways, I better get online and shit. Those cat videos aren't going to watch themselves."

Chris, thoroughly enjoying his beer, waves me off, his mind fully on the T.V.

"Ok, good talk then, now fuck off. This is the good part."

I nod to the back of his head and make for my bed, putting my headphones as I load up the lastest Thrilling Intent and relaxing instantly to the sounds of everything going horribly wrong.