The day of move-in had finally come. Clay drove the hour-and-a-half trip from his home in Orlando to Gainesville to prepare for his move-in at the University of Florida. The Lavender LLC was located in the Springs Complex, which held double suites and comfortable apartment-style rooms. Two people would share a room and four would share a bathroom.
Checking in at the front desk to get his keys, the person at the front desk introduced themselves: "Welcome to Springs! Here are your keys. I'm Nicholas but you can call me SapNap. I'm going to be your RA, so if you have any questions feel free to ask away!"
Clay looked surprised for a second and shyly asked SapNap, "Uhhh, if you're my RA does that mean you're…" Clay had his wrist go limp to signal he was referring to homosexuality.
SapNap laughed at Clay's shyness and replied, "Of course I'm sus, you silly goose! I'm the RA of the sus dorms!"
"Sus dorms?" Clay asked, confused.
"Yeah, the sus dorms. It's what we like to call the Lavender LLC around here." SapNap sassily replied.
"Is that a reference to the hit 2018 game Among Us?" Clay asked.
"Of course! Now hurry on and move in, there are other people, or should I say impostors waiting in line," SapNap winked at Clay knowingly. Clay looked behind him to see people behind him and hurried along.
"What a weird guy," Clay thought. But now with his keys, he could finally move in. Grabbing his most prized possession, his dreamsexual pride flag, from his car he used his keys to take his first look at his new room for the year.
"Wow, it's so big!" Clay said to himself.
"That's what she said," A voice behind him suddenly whispered into his ear. Dream turned around to see a tall, 6'2 brown haired boy with dimples smiling at him. His surprised face clearly amused the boy as the stranger started breaking down in laughter. "Haha! Your jaw is just straight up open! That's so funny!"
After laughing for ten seconds straight, Clay put his hands on his waist impatiently. The stranger, seeing Clay upset, finally calmed down. "Sorry about that," the boy said, "I'm your randomly assigned roommate for the year. I'm George, what's your name?"
Clay, realizing that this tall handsome boy was going to be his roommate for the year, suddenly changed his attitude and smiled back: "Oh! I'm Clay, it's so nice to finally meet you. I was so nervous about getting a random roommate this year, especially as my first year in college."
"Of course! It's nice to finally–" George paused mid-sentence. His eye had caught what was in Clay's hand: his dreamsexual flag. Clay, seeing George's line of sight, gulped.
"Is that a dreamsexual pride flag?" George asked carefully.
"Yes it is." Clay replied cautiously, prepared to defend his queer identity and nervous that his new roommate would be dreamphobic.
"Interesting." George said, "I support you and think dreamsexual are one hundred percent valid."
Clay let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God you're supportive. I was so nervous my roommate would be dreamphobic, but it seems we'll get along just fine."
George let out another laugh, his chortles sounding like cute chimes to Clay's ears: "No worries mate, I'm bisexual so I totally understand being nervous about not being understood."
Clay, although he already knew that his roommate was likely to be queer, blushed as he realized the tall cute boy in front of him was attracted to boys.
"Anyway," George said, "I'm gonna head to my car and start moving it. See ya in a bit!"
After George left the room for a second, Clay sighed in relief. The most nerve-wracking part of meeting his random roommate was over. He laid down in his empty dorm mattress and stared at the ceiling. He noticed a small crack in the ceiling when, suddenly, his phone vibrated from a notification. Picking it up, he saw it was a message on discord from his British friend George:
"Hey Dream, are you okay now? Wanna hop on Minecraft with me later and play bed wars?
Bed Wars was a Minecraft game the two would play frequently. The goal was to destroy the opposing team's bed and defend one's own. Although Clay wanted to play later that night, he didn't have the time because of move-in. He replied:
"Sorry George, I don't have the time. Maybe another night."
Clay thought about his new roommate George and his George, his best friend online. Although they both shared the same name, the two were very different. For one, his roommate seemed to be one hundred percent American. He spoke in an American accent and even smelled like hamburgers. On the other hand, his George was completely British with no ounce of American in him. In fact, his George was so non-American that he would complain about the use of "ounce" and argue about the superiority of the metric system! In short, the two were clearly different.
Getting out of his empty mattress, Clay went out to his car and pulled up the trunk to move the largest thing he brought with him: his refrigerator. Stretching to prepare for lifting the heavy thing up, Clay grabbed the bottom of it with his two hands. Straining to carry it above his head, he suddenly felt himself toppling over.
"Oh no!" Clay thought, "This is it. I'm going to fall over and be crushed by my own refrigerator. How embarrassing! I'm going to have to go to the hospital on my first day on campus."
Just as he was about to fall over, he felt as if a strong and sturdy wall was behind him, preventing him from tripping. Clay thought to himself that whatever it was felt muscular, reassuring, and smelled good?
Clay whipped his head back to see his new roommate George behind him. His biceps, veiny and flexing with strain from supporting Clay's arms, were enough to make Clay drool.
"You okay there, Clay? I saw you about to fall and I couldn't help but rush over." George replied, winking cheekily.
Clay blushed at the awkward position they were in. George was behind Clay, supporting his arms that were holding his refrigerator. In other words, George's crotch was right behind Clay's…bottom. And Clay could definitely feel that George was welcoming him in more ways than one.
George, still grinning as Clay's stunned face blushed red with embarrassment, quickly relayed instructions: "Okay, let's slowly put this refrigerator down and we can carry it together, alright?"
Clay replied, turning his head away from the awkward position they were in. Perhaps because he was so flustered that when George slowly started to lower the refrigerator that his hand slipped and the refrigerator came toppling down on his foot.
"AHHHH!" Clay screamed in agony, "WHAT THE FRICK!"
George, quick to respond to the accident, exclaimed "Bollocks, Clay! I'll get the RA for help. Just stay there!"
Clay, whimpering in pain, thought to himself, "Of course I'm going to stay right here, my foot got crushed. Where am I even going to go?" Internal sarcasm aside, Clay obediently followed George's orders and stayed put. He heard SapNap and George running to his location.
SapNap, quick and to the point, asked, "Is anything broken? Are you bleeding out?"
Clay, still reeling from the agony of his crushed foot, replied, "I'm not bleeding, but I think my foot is broken."
SapNap snapped into gear and ordered George: "Move Clay's fridge to your room. I'll bring him to the emergency room at Shands hospital to get his foot checked out."
George, concern plastered on his face, grabbed the refrigerator and headed out. He turned back and yelled to Clay: "I'll follow y'all to the emergency room once I'm done! Sorry about everything Clay!"
SapNap helped Clay hobble to his car and the two set off to Shands. As the RA of the sus dorms, SapNap was used to driving residents to the hospital. One time, a resident had jumped over a flight of stairs and ended up breaking a bone. Needless to say, injuries were a normal sight to him.
SapNap dropped Clay off at the emergency room and let him know: "I still have to check other residents in today, so I can't wait for you. I'll tell George to stay to pick you up!" He sped away, leaving Clay hobbling to the emergency room. After signing numerous documents, waiting for half an hour, and talking to doctor after doctor, Clay hobbled into the hospital lobby with a cast around his foot and crutches.
Looking around, Clay saw George sleeping in one of the seats. It was slightly past midnight, so his roommate must have dozed off. Clay tapped George's foot with his crutch and whispered, "George…" into his ear.
George jerked awake and saw Clay's condition. As if he hadn't been asleep a few seconds ago, George suddenly started spouting apologies: "I'm so sorry Clay! If I didn't mess up my grip on the fridge, this never would have happened! I've waited here for hours for you because I felt so bad, please let me make this up to you. Please–"
Clay interrupted George's spiel and told him, "Shhh. I'm tired from today, just drive us to our room and we can talk more tomorrow." George, seeing Clay's tired face, got the message and helped walk him to his car.
When the pair arrived back in the sus dorms, Clay saw that his mattress had been furnished with his topper, bed sheets, and a pillow. Turning to George, George explained, "Your trunk was still open when I left. I knew you were probably going to come home late, so I made your bed before I left for the hospital."
Clay was speechless, but wanted to thank George nevertheless: "Thanks so much, dude. I don't know what to say…"
George, suddenly embarrassed for the first time that day, scratched his head: "No worries mate, I'll help you to your bed." George helped Clay let go of his crutches and held his hand as he hobbled onto his bed. George, in a fit of mischievousness when Clay finally got on his bed, asked, "Do you know what my parents always did when I got injured?"
Clay, confused, replied, "No?"
George, continuing his cheeky smile, replied "Kiss me in the spot where it hurt."
Then, without missing a beat, kissed Clay's foot over his cast. Clay blushed extremely hard and turned around to face away from him. George, smiling at his embarrassment, walked over to his bed for the night.
Clay, when he was finally sure his roommate was on his own bed, checked his phone. He had a missed notification from his online best friend George. It was from a few hours ago, back when he was still in the emergency room:
"No worries that you can't play, mate. Something came up for me too. See you tomorrow!"
"Something came up for him too? What a coincidence," Clay thought as he put his phone away and drifted to sleep. His first day in the sus dorms had finally come to an end.