I cannot believe..I'm doing this, okay Stanford, this may not be... The best college out there but that doesn't mean you're not going to take it seriously-

Stanford was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard a loud boom in the hallway. He peeked through his room door to see a skinny man with bright brown hair on his knees with his bags on the floor.

Stanford hesitated but eventually come out to help the young man. At first he didn't know what to say sense he hasn't talked to anyone in a while. "Are you okay?" Stanford asked in concern.

The young man looked up at Stanford for a minute and nodded. "Y-Yeah, I just fell is all."

Stanford froze, the young man had a country accent that startled Stanford for a second, he wore small spectacles and a tie-dye t-shirt with jeans. His eyes was the first thing that made Stanford stop, they were beautiful blue eyes.

"...Do-Do you need some help carrying those bags?" Before the man could answer Stanford was already grabbing two bags.

"That's mighty kind of ya," The young man said with a welcoming smile.

After Stanford helped the stranger carry the bags to his room he asked "What's your name?"

"Fiddleford, but can call me Fidds."

"My name is Stanford but can call me Ford." Stanford stopped when he noticed Fiddleford was staring at his hands an awful lot. "I-I'm sorry, I better go." Stanford turned around ready to leave.

"Wait!" Fiddleford said it louder than he intended. "I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...They're fascinating." Fiddleford said with his hands behind his back.

Stanford couldn't help but blush at the compliment. "You're...making fun of me." He almost said it like it was a question.

"N-No! Really! They're...beautiful."

Stanford turned to look at Fiddleford, he was shocked all his life people have teased him for his fingers, they would even called him a mistake for it but never in his life had anyone say they're fascinating or beautiful.

"I-I'm sorry, I must be making you feel even more uncomfortable now..I-I'm sor-"

"D-Do you really think so?" Stanford asked. He swear he was blushing. He quickly ran back to his dorm rethinking everything that just happened.

The next day, Stanford was just on his way to class until he ran into Fiddleford. "Oh Fiddleford, I'm sorry."

While he was still on his butt, Fiddleford looked up at Stanford for a second then he got up and ran past Stanford.

"W-Was he crying?" Stanford was able to see the tears run down his face before he left. Stanford went to class and tried to forget but he couldn't help but get curious. After classes he decided to see if Fidds was in his dorm.

"Fi-Fiddleford? Are you in there?"

"Y-Yes."

"May I come in? I-I wanna talk to you?" Stanford said softly.

After a minute Fiddleford answered. "You may come in." Right when Stanford entered the room Fiddleford couldn't stop apologizing. "I'm sorry about making you run away yesterday, I'm sorry for bumping into ya, I'm sorry for being a baby this morning!"

"Hehehe, it's okay Fiddleford. There's nothing you need to be sorry for. I just wanted to see if you're okay."

Fiddleford was so embarrassed over what happened that morning. He was flustered. "Uhh, I was such a baby this morning, one of the students uh...broke one of my inventions."

"Did he do it on purpose?"

Fiddleford layer his cheek on his own shoulder and shrugged. "Maybe...Yes."

"But why?"

"Because I'm...a simpleton." Fiddleford said with his head down.

"Don't say that...what was your invention?" Stanford asked.

"A mechanical spider, I like to make computers and animals out of metal...it's stupid-"

"Fiddleford, a mechanical spider...that sounds amazing. You're...amazing." Stanford quickly shut his mouth after the last sentence.

Fiddleford looked up, kinda shocked. "Really?"