The first day that Andrew went to college had so far been an absolute nightmare. First, he had been late. It was absolutely devastating. Andrew was never late to anything and it was all Randy's fault. Though Randy was the cause of a lot of Andrew's grief, this was absolutely ridiculous. How on earth could Andrew be late to the very first day of college? What if he was labeled as the person who was late?

Okay so that was perhaps a little exaggerated but that didn't make Andrew any less angry at his brother and had gotten the full angry Andrew experience. The second horrible thing that day, was to walk into his new dorm and find his, what he assumed to be his new roommate, already having his new room in havoc. Boxes and garbage were scattered everywhere, music blasting and he already had company.

Andrew's eyes drifted across the room as he took in the mess of his new home. "Uhm...hello there?"

The man who he assumed was his new roommate immediately, sporting a large friendly grin on his face, holding out his hand to be shaken. "Hi! You must be my roomie. I'm Danny, it's a pleasure to meet you. Oh! And these two are my friends Sam and Tucker. They go here too."

Andrew eyed the hand for a moment and debated whether or not he should ignore it. Reluctantly he decided the better route for his future in the dorm room would be to shake it and he loosely did so. "Pleasure...I assume you're going to clean up the mess on my side of the room correct?"

Danny's smile wilted a bit and his two friends glared at Andrew. It wasn't the friendliest thing to say within moments of meeting one another but it definitely wasn't unwarranted. After all, roommates should respect each other's property...right?

Apparently with Danny, that wasn't exactly always the case. Andrew eventually discovered that despite his initial appearance, he wasn't as much of a slob as he appeared. Well, that was probably mostly because Andrew would always passive aggressively say something or leave a note if he wasn't keeping his side clean. Or if it was encroaching in on his space.

Then there was the problem that sometimes. Just sometimes, that Danny would take Andrew's things. Danny would claim he was 'just borrowing' them but, by definition, Andrew would call that stealing. They would of course be returned (eventually) but it still annoyed Andrew to absolutely no end.

It wasn't until Andrew walked in on Danny reading one of his books, that he finally had enough and just snapped. There he was laying on his bed, relaxing and acting as if his little paws weren't on his property.

As soon as he saw the sight, Andrew slammed the door to the bedroom so hard that it echoed. Danny immediately jumped up, looking almost as if he was ready to attack whatever had just caused the loud commotion, but soon returned back to normal when he realized that it was just Andrew. Instead, a confused look appeared on his face. "Andrew? What's wrong?"

Andrew glared and stomped straight up to Danny before poking him in the chest. "How dare you. I have let you off the hook many times for stealing my stuff but this? This is completely unforgivable."

Danny blinked and raised his hands in the air in defense, shocked at how angry Andrew was. "Woah dude wait. What did I steal from you that was so bad this time?"

Andrew angrily pointed towards his book and growled. "My book. You stole my book. No one is allowed to take my books."

Danny raised his eyebrows and looked awkward and terrified. He immediately grabbed the book and handed it back to Andrew. "Woah man I'm sorry. I didn't know but...I mean...It's just a book. There's no reason to get so bent out of shape about it."

And if Danny had thought Andrew had been angry before...well that paled in comparison to his fury now. "Just a book. Just. A. Book?" Andrew then grabbed the front of Danny's shirt and pulled him close, hissing. "How dare you Daniel Fenton. How dare you. Whether it is 'Just a book' or not it is still my private property. And you still stole it. But more importantly. That is my books. And no one touches my books."

At that moment, Danny was genuinely scared for his life and he had no idea how he wasn't going to get out of this mess. Then he did the one and only thing that could possibly hope to get him out of it. Either that or he would be worse off than he was. And leaned forward and pressed his lips to Andrew's.

Andrew immediately recoiled in shock and his eyes widened. In his shock, he completely dropped Danny to the ground and practically ran out of the room in attempt to process what the hell just happened in there.

It wasn't until hours later that Andrew reluctantly returned to his dorm room, hoping that Danny was asleep by then. He snuck into it quietly, glad that it was dark in the room and tried to crawl under his covers without making a sound. His hope was shattered though when the lights snapped on and there was Danny, arms crossed, looking unimpressed with his roommate.

"Okay so...I get the need to go out and clear your mind after what happened...but not until 12:45 in the freaking morning. Do you have any idea how much I worried? You know, I might act like a jerk some days...like today...but that does not mean that I don't care if you're gone until the late hours of the morning okay? I had no idea where you had gone. Once it got late I checked the places you usually go and you weren't at the library. And you weren't at the park and the bookstore was already closed so I couldn't go there. And I even called Sam and Tucker to help and no one had seen you! And not only that but you didn't have you phone. Do you know how stupid that is? I mean-"

Danny's babbling was cut off by a very emotional Andrew who, like earlier that day, grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. "Just...shut up Danny…" And with that Andrew pressed his lips hard against Danny's who let out a sound of surprise before kissing back.

After a while Danny pulled back and said. "Never worry me like that again okay?"

Andrew nodded before leaning in for another kiss.