dazed & confused

You don’t look too bad, handsome. I mean, I do have a date, but just saying…damn.

Well thanks, little Miss Friendly. Admittedly, I wore this outfit to try and impress someone. But...I don't think she's interested.

I—what? Wait, Cooper, wait! You don’t have to invite me to go with you just because we’re roommates…aren’t you sick of havin’ me around almost twenty four seven?

You think I'm inviting you because we're roommates? Get a clue, Freckles, damn; the only thing I'm tired of is you acting like I don't...want to spend time with you.

A Greek Mythology event! Now this sounds like fun.

...We could always go together.

No, as of right now I don’t. I’m in the market though, if you know anyone.

I'm afraid I'm not the most sociable man on campus, so I can't help you out much in that field.

I have a great idea of what I’m gonna do today.

Nap? That's certainly what I want to do.

Well, now you get to have me cookin’ for you! I probably won’t be anywhere near as good as your mom, but…I make a mean plate of linguine! And this isn’t…this isn’t housewife shit, thank you very much. It’s just—um—roommate stuff! Roommate benefits! Because that’s what we are…roommates with benefits! Friends with bene—wait! No! Wrong term!

I don't think anyone can cook like my mom, Catalina, so you don't have to worry about me expecting you to live up to her expectations. Haha nah, really, I bet you're a great cook...I just need to eat it to believe it. Roommate shit, housewife shit...friends with benefits shit. You know. Whatever.

Indeed it is. Do you enjoy having Catalina as a roommate?

...You could say that. She's a hell of an interesting woman. Do you have a roommate?

Cooper! Of course I went to class, butthead! What? Am I not allowed to do things for my favorite roommate? Now go sit down and I’ll bring you your dinner! Do you suddenly not like pasta or something? 

I don't see how you could've gone to class with all the housewife shit you managed to do today, Freckles. I love pasta, I've just...never had anyone but my mom cook for me.

That’s what I’m figuring. Oh Cooper! We’ve talked before, correct? Though it wasn’t face to face.

We probably have; I run into hundreds of people every day. Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you again.

Yes, I can see that. We were supposed to meet up to swap notes today, I guess I’m a little early. Sorry, I’m Evanna, hi.

Either that, or she's a little late. No worries; nice to meet you, Evanna. My name's Cooper.

You have a one hundred percent chance of being correct. Thank you for the astute observation. Even after three years, mid-term season always catches me off-guard.

You're welcome, dude; just trying to lend a helpful hand and whatnot. And ugh, midterms...don't remind me.

Oh! Right! Your uniform! Are there blood stains on it again? I can for sure get them out this time—I did a whole bunch of research last night, and I found a technique that’s supposed to work really well! Here, just gimme that, and the rest of your laundry—I’ll do it when I do mine later on tonight. Oh, and dinner should be ready in about an hour, too—I’m making pasta! I figured you’d be suuuper hungry after your long shift at the hospital, so I wanted to prepare something filling!

Not blood stains, just...kinda dirty feeling, you know? Don't worry about doing my laundry, Catalina...I'm not a kid. I can do it myself. You're making pasta for dinner? What the hell is this, The Housewives of Atlanta? Did you even go to class today?

I…yes! Of course! You were—um—you were telling me about how hot it is outside, right? And that’s…why you took off your shirt? 

Actually, I was talking about the uniform I wear to my internship. But, you know, close enough...

Hey Camryn, do you have the no- Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!

You're fine, though I must admit...I'm no Camryn. Lost?

Earth to Freckles...you listening?