With everything that was going on that day, it was no wonder that Fitz didn't get back to his room until 10:30. This was a rare occurrence because 1. he never had this much homework in one day 2. he was usually studying with Simmons right now. It was fairly obvious to him why... He knew they were throwing a party for him, and he knew it was supposed to a surprise. What with Jemma's horrible lying abilities and Mr. Sheft giving him several different projects to start today, he knew he was in for a 'surprise' when he got home.

Once a week Fitz likes to take a break and just sleep in his own bed in his own dorm, just to get away from it all. He and Jemma would often stay up every night in her room watching Tv, working on a project, correcting each others thesis papers. It was fun but he would always fall asleep on the floor. He didn't mind, but when he did get up, he was met by Jemma's roommate waking him up because of her stupid 5am runs. Getting a stiff back from the floor was one thing, but Kate would always slam the door when she left, as if she was trying to wake him up.

Kate wasn't really the biggest fan of the dynamic duo that was FitzSimmons, but she was unluckily paired with Jemma, so, you know.

After second semester, comes around, around, you can change roommates, so Fitz was sure she would be done packing before they could even blink. He didn't mind, he wasn't her biggest fan either.

If only he could room with Jemma. She was the best friend he never had, and her presence is something he savored. If she could always be around... Who knows what he would do. I would be the happiest man on earth. but sadly, I'm a guy, she isn't. Hard fact of life. Some things we can never share.

So, due to Kate's rudeness, and just the plain inconvenience of running to his dorm to take a shower before classes, once a week, he decides to sleep in his own room. Agent Leo Fitz didn't have a roommate, he guessed it was just pure luck that his roommate dropped out after 3 days. That guy was a prat anyway. Fitz's room is now generally empty, except tonight.

Before classes, Fitz was feeling up for a pre-class swigg, so they headed to the boiler room. After ordering drinks, he asked her about the plans for that evening.

"Sorry Fitz, you just can't come over tonight. I have a big project due tomorrow, and I procrastinated, Haven't even started it yet." She smiled nervously. Fitz knew it was a load of bull. Jemma Simons never EVER procrastinates, and he knew all of her assignments for the next couple weeks. She was lying. He knew she wouldn't spill, but its fun to watch her get flustered.

"What class? I could come help you. After you helped me with the V.O.I.D. assignment, its the least I can do." Her face turned bright red and became flushed at the same time, if that's even possible.

"Wa.. no! I mean, I wouldn't want to cheat!"

"I help you with all your other assignments, hows this different?" He smiled coolly as he took a sip of his scotch. Simmons hated that he was always drinking before classes, he said it helped him focus, and he never got drunk, just a slight buzz, but she still resented it .

"No, its just...you know what, i need to start the project, like, right now, so i'll see you toni- tomorrow?" She said as she got up fumbling for her bag. Fitz just started to giggle, and waved at her as she tripped her way to the door. He shook his head and returned to his drink.

~~~~Thing that indicates time lapse, in this case, about 3 hours.~~~~

"What do you mean?! , are you seriously suggesting this? I can't have it done by tomorrow! " Mr. Sheft just decided that Fitz needs to get all his assignments for the next 3 months in by tomorrow, and while a couple of them he had already finished, he wasn't Simmons. He procrastinates, a lot.

"I'm sorry, but it's either that or you take a failing grade. My hands are tied." He lifted his hands and held his wrists together, to reveal an invisible rope binding him. He looked deadly serious, but something about his eyes told him he wasn't. Those blue orbs, they were full of secrets.

"Umm.." He couldn't find the words to sound like he was still in the dark. Simmons may be a bad liar, but he wasn't to hot himself. "I guess I'll get started on that." The look on his professors face was shocked at the lack of questioning, but he remained silent. Fitz turned on his heels and walked to the library. At least he wouldn't have any prototypes, or even any problem solving to do, all he had to do is write a million essays.

If you ever met Professor Sheft, you wouldn't believe he was a teacher, let alone a professor at the most prestigious schools in the country. From what Fitz was able to gather, Shaft was a big fan of the 60's if you catch his drift. Long hair, flower power, always a slight smell of pot around him, but he could just be imagining things. That man was a hippie if there ever was one, so the be a Particle physicist who in his off time teaches advanced science connections speech 114. He was a pretty cool bloke when you get to know him.

So, Fitz didn't end up getting back until 10:30. U never know, he could have been so wrong about everything, and actually have all that stuff due in the morning, so he finished a good ¾ of the papers, just in case.

As he turned was walking up to his building, he saw someone standing by the door, and go running up the stairs. Why me? Why can't my birthday just go unnoticed like everyone else?

One of the things Fitz hates most in life is being alone. But not as much as being the center of attention. All eyes on him. He started to feel nauseous. This was going to suck. People would call him 'the birthday boy', force some shots down his throat, the works. The best gift these people could give him is some peace and quiet. As he was just about to open the door, and suffer through this night, he stopped. Deep breaths. After he composed himself, he slowly reached for the door handle, put on a fake smile, and turned the knob.