#&starters.

“Do you have any idea how to make actual decent coffee? Because I uh, can’t seem to figure it out. This tastes terrible.”

Evan was used to quiet- in fact, he rather enjoyed it. He could easily sit in a room with someone else and never make small talk. However, when someone passed by him and he heard something hit the ground, he felt rather obligated to let them know. Clearing his throat, he reached down to pick it up. “You um, you dropped something,” he said after them, hoping they’d hear him before leaving the room.

“I swear if I have to stare at the ground covered in snow much longer I might go crazy,” Blake mumbled, looking down. “I’m pretty done with this cold shit.”

Blake hadn’t really emerged from his room much the few days they’d been back from Hawaii, other than to drag himself to classes. For this time, it was only to grab a cup of coffee. He hadn’t planned on running into anyone he knew. Or almost quite literally running into them. “Close call,” Blake said stepping back. “Sorry, I’ll have to be more careful.”

“I am more than ready for some time on the beach. And I might never leave.”

“Taking a trip to Hawaii might be the best news of 2016 yet. It’s about time we got a taste of warmer weather, I’m already sick of this snow and cold shit.”

It was either very early or very late, Wesley wasn’t sure, but he was wandering the dark halls of the house in his pajama pants, clad of a shirt and trying to remember how to get to the kitchen. He wandered into what he thought was the kitchen, surprised to see someone else standing there. “Uh, I didn’t think anyone else was still here.”