#*notsosweetporcelain

“...I’m sorry we got roomed together,” Kendall said to his older brother, struggling to put the fitted sheet on his lofted bed as he spoke. The two had already finished an emotion-filled goodbye with their father a few minutes earlier, but--now on their own--there was still quite a bit of unpacking and decorating to do before Orientation Week started the next morning.

Ken took a moment to climb down from the bed, stopping to stare at how barren the room was; the mere idea of unpacking all these boxes was overwhelming. “It was supposed to be random sorting, but I forget how people love to put twins together,” he exhaled, stress apparent in his voice “...be honest. How bad do you think this college thing is gonna be?”