It was 2:45 in the morning. Where could he be? Jeff wondered, staring at the door for what seemed like the millionth time for his roommate. Jeff decided to give up, and let Nick come back whenever he wanted to. But that didn't mean that Jeff wasn't worried about him. Pushing up his glasses, Jeff returned to reading his book.
About a half an hour later, Nick threw open their door and was already shouting some slurred things Jeff couldn't make out. Nick must have been really drunk. Jeff looked up from his book and saw that Tyler decided to tag along.
Ugh, Tyler, Jeff thought. Tyler was Nick's boyfriend and Jeff couldn't stand him. Tyler had short, dark reddish hair, a deep tan, and circular pale eyes. He was big and buff and intimidating and Jeff just didn't like him. But that couldn't also be contributed by the fact that he's had a crush on Nick since the fourth grade. Nope, that definitely couldn't be it.
Nick ran into the sleeping area, completely unaware of Jeff, and pounced on his bed. Tyler trailed right on top of him. Soon enough they were kissing and licking and it made Jeff want to puke. Slowly, as if not to remind them that he was present, Jeff got off his bed, put a shirt on, and slipped out the door.
Jeff knew where to go. This was the third time it's happened this week, although they were never drunk before. That means it's probably going to be even worse than usual. Jeff walked up to door number 46 and gave a quick knock.
Wes opened the door, David looking up at him from his laptop with a grimace.
"Again?" Wes asked, guiding Jeff in before closing the door.
Jeff only nodded, he could never really find words to what he was feeling so when he stopped by Wes and David's dorm every once in a while, they didn't try to make him talk and let him sleep on their small love seat. Wes threw one of their extra pillows and blankets to Jeff, who caught it and sat back on the cushion, feeling defeated.
