College/University AU

Aziraphale was the epitome of all a perfect son should be. He was a good student, got perfect grades and didn't do drugs or drink. He still went to church every Sunday and prayed every night. He had always been the perfect child.

Well there was the unfortunate habit he had of being a homosexual, but that was easily hidden around his folks with the only negative side effects being constant terror of being found out and a lot of shame surrounding his sexuality. Now he had finally gotten out of that hellhole and was unsure of how to start being more… out about everything.

There were a few clubs around campus that he had thought about joining but that would require social interaction and he quite frankly had no time for that. Being a vigorously introverted young man, he much preferred to be by himself. His favourite pastime was reading, which was part of the reason he was studying English Lit.

Pouring himself a drink, he went to settle into an evening of relaxation on the balcony of his dorm room. Switching on his reading lamp, he cracked open his well-loved copy of Jane Eyre. A few minutes into his reading session, he was surprised to see a pair of boot clad feet dangling from the balcony above him, as a lithe young man swayed a little and threw himself onto Aziraphale's balcony – damn near falling off on his way.

Having narrowly avoided his certain doom, the man sharply inhaled and stood up. He flashed a cocky smile at Aziraphale who was shocked into stillness.

"Hey, the name's Anthony," he said. "I live in the dorm room above yours."

"I'm Aziraphale. This is certainly an unusual way to introduce yourself to your downstairs neighbour."

"I know, I know. Look, can you hide something for me?" asked Anthony, glancing back and forth. Aziraphale slowly nodded, still a little startled. "Thank you so much," he exclaimed, shoving a small bag of something green into Aziraphale's hands.

Aziraphale was puzzled. "What is this?" he questioned, holding it out to the dim lamp light.

"It's weed. I'm not meant to have it – because it's drugs you know - and the Dean is going to search my room. You can have some of it if you want just like leave some for me."

"Why are you leaving it with me though? You don't even know me."

"I'll be real, you kinda have a reputation of being like a bit off a goody two shoes. Like you never get in trouble like at all – it's unreal. You're the last person the dean would expect to hide drugs for me. Thanks so much. I owe you one."

Crowley dug out a crumpled flyer from his pocket, handing it over to Aziraphale. "My band are playing at this bar later. If you wanna come, I'll buy you a drink."

With that, he gave a cocky smirk and went to climb back up to his own balcony. He struggled to pull himself up, and eventually asked Aziraphale to give him a leg up. Aziraphale gladly complied, lifting him up a bit so that he could clamber up to his balcony.

"Thanks again," yelled Crowley as he went back into the upstairs apartment. Aziraphale smiled a bit. He had finally put a face to his mysterious upstairs neighbour. He had of course already known about the band, having heard them practicing many a time.

Now he had an invitation to see them play. A part of him wanted to go. But another part of him thought it probably wouldn't be his scene. From what he had heard, their band were very loud and, checking the flyer, he found that they were something called 'a punk rock band'. Aziraphale wasn't sure what that was, but it sounded like the kind of thing his parents would try their best to steer him away from.

But he really wanted to go. This strange red-haired man had certainly captured his attention.