So this is crap. Sorry.

"Hola. Mi nombre eres Bart. Me gusto correr y comer. Cosmos you llama?"

Jamie cringed at each painfully butchered and misused word. "Jesús Christo, Bart. How did you pass spanish in high school?"

Bart giggled "I actually didn't. I just annoyed the teacher so much he gave me a C just so he wouldn't have me in his class again!" Jamie rolled his eyes. Only an Allen boy would have been able to pull that off. "But hey! How lucky am I to have a roomie who just so happens to be fluent!"

"More like how unlucky am I to have all the upperclassman dorms be filled so I get stuck in the freshman dorms with my only suitemate having a severe case of ADD?"

"It's a blessing in disguise! C'mon, don't be so negative! After all, you wouldn't have met me!" Bart wiggled his eyebrows and tried to sound suggestive as he leaned forward and began crawling closer towards Jamie.

Jamie smirked, "I don't ese, the RAs are much less strict in the other dorms…"

"It's not like we throw parties anyway," Bart was now sitting in Jamie's lap, eyes downcast and hands fiddling with the front of his shirt. "Or, at least, not ones that other people want to come to." Bart's eyes flickered up to meet Jamie's, causing his heart to start sputtering.

Jamie swallowed and tried to remain collected, "cariño, c'mon. You know you need to pass spanish to keep your scholarship!"

Bart pouted, "but it's no fun! And you're here! You're never here! You're so busy with pre-med stuff and hanging out with Tye and that Cassie girl keeps hitting on you and I have track practice and-" Jamie silenced him with a kiss.

"You were rambling, ese," Jamie was chuckling at his boyfriends frustration, "you're adorable and all when you start babbling and talking rapido, pero, no comprendo! Now what did I just say?"

Bart huffed and crossed his arms while purposely avoiding eye contact, "but you can't understand me."

"Bueno. How's this? For as many times as we go through your study guide, I'll buy you that many bags of Chicken Whizzes? Bien?"

"Fine." Jamie couldn't help but feel triumphant at this. It was hard to make his suitemate quickly turned boyfriend do anything, even with the possibility of food being offered. However, the second he picked up the study guide, he noticed Bart was slowly snaking down his body as his hands began fiddling with his belt, "you sure? I can do that thing you like-"

"BART!"