You hear the door open and look up to see a very handsome boy walk in.
"Oh sorry, I must have gone to the wrong room," he smiles.
"Who are you looking for?" you ask.
"(Y/F/N), is this her room?" he asks.
"Yeah. She's got a class right now. I can tell her you stopped my by though. What's your name?" you ask.
"Kian," he smiles and begins to leave.
"Wait!" you yell after him.
"Her class is over in like a half an hour, just stick around, I don't bite," you smile.
"Okay."
"So, are you her boyfriend?" you ask.
"No, we're partners on a project for psychology," he answers.
"So you're a psych major?" you ask.
"No. I'm more into entertainment. I'm a theater major."
"Ah. I'm majoring in English, and minoring in Journalism. Staying away from math at all costs," you laugh.
"I understand that. I suck at math," he smiles.
"So, why are you taking psych if you're majoring in theater?" you ask.
"Oh, just always interested me," he says.
"Ah," you nod.
Just then thunder strikes extremely loud and it begins raining.
"Convenient. I'm gonna go. It was nice meeting you," Kian smiles and opens the door.
"Wait!" you say, of course you weren't going to miss this opportunity.
"What?" Kian turns around.
"It sounds pretty bad out there. Why don't you crash here?" you offer up.
Kian smiles widely.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Positive," you smile.
"Alright," he closes the door and sits in your desk chair.
"I'm not the slightest bit tired," he says.
"Me neither," you laugh.
He gets up and sits on the bed.
"Let's watch a movie," he smiles and grabs your laptop.
"Okay," you laugh and sit next to him.
"What do you want to watch?" he asks.
"The Scorch Trials, even though that movie is complete crap and doesn't follow the book," you grin.
''''''''''''''
You wake up with an arm slung over your waist and small puffs of air hitting your neck, then you remember Kian was there.
You roll over and see Kian, he doesn't have a shirt on.
Your eyes widen.
"Good morning," he wakes up once you sit up.
"Morning. Um why don't you have a shirt on?" you ask.
"Relax, it got really hot in here last night and I took it off," he smiles at your concern.
You can't help but smile at him.
"Listen, do you want to go to this party with me on Friday?" he asks.
"Yeah of course," you smile and throw him his shirt.
"Good," he grins and grabs your waist.
"What are you doing?" you giggle.
