Peter coughed awkwardly as Sharif stared darkly at him. Unsure what to do, Peter managed a weak smile before rolling over and feigning sleep. Eventually sleep would come, but with it dreams of anacondas winding themselves around him.
He woke up suddenly to find that Sharif had finished unpacking. In the night he had moved Peter's few belongings into a corner of the room, taking up nearly the entire space for himself.
"What the hell..." Peter said.
As he jumped out of bed Sharif appeared,judging by his mesh shorts, tank top and amount of sweat he had just come from the gym. Peter couldn't help but notice the swaying of something...large beneath Sharif's trunks. He dragged his eyes away but not before Sharif once again noticed.
"Hey man," Peter managed indignantly,"What gives,you moved all my stuff and took up my side of the room."
Sharif glared down at Peter before glancing passed him to Peter's side of the room.
"Your 'stuff'? A few books and a shitty laptop?" His voice was heavy and dark like him with only a hint of an accent, "You did not need the space. I have many things, therefore the space belongs to me. Maybe if you get more things and need some space you may have some. "
As if the matter was closed Sharif turned, peeling off his sweaty tank top and dropping it to the floor in front of Peter.
Raising a finger and opening his mouth Peter started to speak. Staring at the mass of Sharif's back he thought the better of it. He told himself Sharif's argument made sense, that he was going along with it for that reason and not because the other boy could beat the living hell out of him with one hand.
Not wanting to share the uncomfortable silence any longer Peter started getting dressed to go. He didn't have anywhere to be, he just needed to be away from the fearsome giant he'd gained as a roommate.
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