(A/N)-This is an idea that my friend and I came up with a long time ago for fun, and I decided to make it an actual thing, so...yeah. This is happening.

Ch 1

There was a boy in her room. "'Then Simon and Baz walked into the room, preparing themselves for the dangers ahead,'" read Cath for what felt like the 100th time. It was the first day back from a long summer, and college kids were running around everywhere, hoping to settle in quickly and have fun before they were tied down to a strict schedule. Levi and Cath, beginning their junior and senior years, had arrived early with Levi hoping for Cath to read to him.

"I haven't written any Simon Snow recently," she argued.

"Then read the old ones. What about Carry On?"

So, there they were, Cath sitting at the old desk she'd known for 2 years, and Levi sprawled across her bed immediately after she took the time to make it look nice.

"You guys are lame," said Reagan, kicking the door open. You see, Cath writes fan fiction. Her fan fiction may seem lame to some people (*cough* Reagan *cough*), but she is very well known for her story "Carry on, Simon" written about Simon Snow, a very popular book series. In fact, this particular story got thousands of hits, granting her a fan base of internet kids everywhere. Reagan began piling boxes on her bed when she dropped one.

"A little help here, Levi."

"Oh! Sorry!"

Levi ran out of the room to retrieve the remaining boxes. Cath closed her laptop and began to fix the sheets on her bed. As soon as Levi carried the last box in, Reagan took an empty duffel bag and began filling it with clothes.

"Leaving already?" asked Levi.

"Is that even a question?"

Reagan turned to Cath.

"I'm guessing you're not coming?"

Cath grabbed her laptop and smirked.

"Nope."

With that, Reagan walked out the door, most of her boxes untouched. Cath reopened her laptop and Levi hopped onto the bed next to her.

"Ow! OW! Okay, mom, I've got it!" said Isaac, grabbing a box his mom pushed towards him.

Isaac was starting his freshman year at University of Nebraska, nearly 10 hours away from his hometown in Indiana. His mother did not like the fact that he was going so far away from home, but was still happy that he decided to further his education. When they finally reached his dorm, his mother sighed.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yes, mom. You talked to the administrators already. They said everything would be fine."

"Okay. Well, goodbye. Call me when you get a chance, okay?"

"Of course."

After his mother left the room, Isaac flopped down on his new bed, trying to enjoy the quiet before his roommate moved in. He eventually abandoned that plan and decided to start unpacking. As he reached the last of his unpacked items, he heard footsteps, but continued to organize. The footsteps stopped inside of the room. Isaac looked up.

"Um, hello, are you Isaac?" asked the voice belonging to the footsteps.

"Yeah. And you are?"

"My name is Oliver. I'm your new roommate."

Isaac paused for a moment, processing the information, then smiled.

"It's nice to meet you," he finally said.

Even though it would take some adjusting, Isaac knew that he would enjoy the company.

Jack looked around excitedly as he walked down the hall on the way to his dorm. Wow, he thought, this place looks amazing. When he made it to the room, another boy was already lying on a bed, playing loud music. When the boy noticed Jack standing there, he sat up and turned down the volume.

"Hi, there! I'm Ethan. You're my roommate, right?" said the boy.

"Yeah, I'm Jack," he replied.

"Well, I already chose my side of the room, but we could always switch."

Ethan's walls were covered with band posters and on his night stand stood a single framed photo.

"No, it's fine," Jack said, smiling.

Jack crossed the room to unpack his belongings while Ethan flopped down on his bed again and bobbed his head to the now quieter music. Jack was enjoying the music himself.

"What band is this?" asked Jack curiously.

"Oh, this is a band that I was in when I was seventeen. I play the guitar," answered Ethan proudly.

"You guys sound great," Jack responded in awe.

Jack continued to organize his things, placing photos on his own nightstand.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Ethan asked.

Ethan pointed to a photo of Jack with his arm around a beautiful girl with long, highlighted, dirty blonde hair. Jack laughed.

"No, she's my best friend. I've known her since we were ten."

"She's pretty."

"Yeah."

"Do you like her?"

Jack thought about Ethan's question for a second.

"Nah, man. We're just friends."