I think it might be a good time to leave, Roy

Katherine, being the more experienced of the two, made the first move. "I suggest you leave," she stated plainly, frowning at him. "I'm not mad at you, but I think my daughter and I need to have a talk."

Roy nodded, grateful for the opportunity. As he opened the front door though, Mrs. Haddonfield had one last thing to say to him. "Don't think you're off the hook though," she warned him. "Somebody's going to have to steam clean the couch."

Roy gulped. "Y-yeah, sure. Uh... sorry." And with that, he left, closing the door behind him.

He sighed heavily, and trudged his way back to his white '99 Buick sedan parked by the curb nearby. It was a beautiful spring day outside, a cool seventy three degrees Fahrenheit, and the cul-de-sac was empty of any other people. As he sat down in the front seat of his car, his text tone rang out, and he fished his phone out from his pocket. It was a message from Samantha, although the display still listed her name as Sam. He'd have to remember to change that.

~Is it safe to come out of my room yet?

He smiled in spite of himself. This whole day was out of whack, but all in all, he couldn't be upset with how it went down. They didn't really have a chance to chat about what this meant for the two of them, but Roy had to admit, after that session, he was more than ready to be a good boyfriend to his old buddy, if she'd have him.

-Nah, hide out if you can. Your mom seemed pretty mad. Calm, but mad.

He turned the ignition and started the car, but didn't put it in drive just yet. He didn't want to have to check his texts on the road if she responded.

~oh dang she just called my name i'm sorry i won't be able to talk for a bit text you later

-Don't worry about it. I'll be at the dorm. Good luck.

And with that, he drove off. It didn't take him long, maybe only about 20 minutes, to make his way to his dorm. The resident parking at the campus was never any good, and it always seemed like every space was filled. He didn't know if the lot was just undersized for how many people lived on campus, or if everybody was just ignoring the posted signage and parking here regardless. He had to pay a decent sum just to put that placard on his dashboard, the least they could do was let him have superior parking for it! Today though, he found an empty spot easily, right at the edge of the lot his dorm was on. Roy certainly felt lucky with how the day had gone so far, why would parking be any different?

He strode into his room, smiling and humming a song he heard on the radio, to find his dorm mate sitting on the bed and wearing his expensive gaming headset. To Roy's total lack of surprise, he was playing some computer game on his laptop, the same way he usually did when he wasn't in class. Trevor, the dorm mate, was a skinny little freshman, with long, wavy brown hair tied back into a ponytail. In spite of his somewhat questionable hairstyle choice, Roy knew he was a good dude, even if he was a bit of a stoner. Their dorm was split into two halves, with Trevor's stuff on the left half; a vintage "Keep On Truckin'" poster on the wall, a bean bag chair he sat in when his friends came over, and his "Pickle Rick" custom vape pen lying openly on the floor, where he could easily kick it under the bed in an emergency. Roy's half of the dorm was a little more spartan; if he could at all help it, he spent as little time in here as possible. No posters, no decorations, just his bed, a floor lamp, and a small shelf where he could keep his textbooks (along with a few sci-fi and noir detective novels).

Trevor looked up as Roy moved to the closet to get a change of clothes ready, planning to take a shower before he headed out again. Even to someone as preoccupied as him, Roy seemed unusually chipper.

"Dude, what's with the humming?" he asked, pulling his headset off as he did so.

Roy laughed, a little awkwardly, without turning away from the closet. "Just having a good day dude, that's all."

Trevor narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his dorm mate. "I thought you were hanging out with that Sam chick today." He narrowed his eyes even more. "And now you're all happy about something." He was practically squinting at this point. "Dude... did you... get laid?"

Roy laughed again, but didn't answer the question.

"Aw man, seriously? You boinked Sam?" he continued, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Hey, I've known her for years, Trev. No need to get jealous," Roy responded in spite of himself, needing to brag to somebody.

"Yeah, jealous," Trev scoffed. "Well good on you, dude, you're less shallow than I am."

Roy turned from the closet to him, a little surprised. "Shallow?"

Trevor kept his tone. "Yeah, I don't know about you, but I don't know if I could take a girl who looked like that."

Roy raised an eyebrow, a little offended on behalf of his new girlfriend. "What do you mean, Trev? Spit it out, I've had a weird day already."

"I bet you have, man!" Trevor exclaimed, mockingly. "Listen, I don't want to be a dick, but are you really okay with her? I mean, everyone knows she's a cow."

Roy was shocked at his words. Scandalized, even. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Trevor looked confused at Roy's incomprehension. "Well, it's just, you know..." he sputtered. "Fuck, man, I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm just looking out for my bro! I don't want you to get crushed or something, dude."

Roy, for a moment, seriously felt like belting Trevor in the face, but Roy couldn't bring himself to do it. He always had that naturally cool demeanor, after all. Instead, he walked over and sat down on his bed, across from Trevor, as a strange thought entered his head. He began to really digest what Trevor was saying, and suddenly found himself lost in his own head.

"You okay man?" Trevor asked him.

"Not now, give me a sec," Roy responded, his chin in his hand.

His mind was racing. Sam had rewritten reality earlier that day, right? And Trevor was acting like Samantha was repugnant somehow, that was obvious. And Roy had seen her, in the buff, and been more than attracted to her. He came into her so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his swimmers were trying to impregnate her lungs. Hey, wait a moment, he thought to himself. They... didn't use a condom. Oh fuck, they hadn't used a condom. Oh fuck, they hadn't used a condom!

"Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes going wide. "We didn't use a condom."