Terrance

My heart almost skips abeat. My, (third?) cousin, Terrance.

His blue eyes have a glint of disdain in them, the set of his grimace tells me he doesn't enjoy this arrangement any more than i do. He has a thick head of wheat-gold hair, strong facial features as well as a well defined body. I think he's a sportsmen of some sort, i think, i don't really listen to family gossip.

"Hey there roommate" he says dryly, throwing a glance at me before walking to his bed and haphazardly tossing his rucksack onto the ground. Then he falls onto his bed, making it creak. Terrance immediately gets his phone out, looking at the screen he looks disapointed, but resigned.

"No signal" he notes, before putting the phone away again.

Terrance sighs, lying on the bed. Bored.

I try to ignore him, listening to my music in peace and quiet. But after a few minutes he breaks the silence.

"Have any idea what's for tea?"

"Nope, probably pasta."

"oh, that's disapointing."

Then the silence returns. Minutes fade into an hour, and the silence starts to feel awkward.