It had taken him about an hour or so, but Boston had finally worked up the courage to confront his neighbors in the dorm next to his own. While he was attempting to study and catch up on some reading, it seemed they were throwing a party or doing something equally loud. He shook off his nerves, approaching the large black door. Finally, knocked. “Come on, Boston. You can do this. Don’t be a little bitch. You have to be firm and assertive. Douche bags can smell fear just like dogs.” The door swung open, and the boy sprung into his spiel. “Okay. Um. Hi. I’m Boston.” He didn’t bother to look up, knowing he would pussy out if he did. “I’m in the dorm next door, and you guys are being crazy loud. I need to study. I was wondering if you could just tone it down or something?” At this point, he finally looked up, frowning when he realized he knew exactly who he was speaking to.

“I know, I know, it looks pretty bad,” He winced, brown eyes trailing down to the wound on his arm. “I was riding my bike and I thought I had this hill, you know? I thought I could get down it, but I kind of rolled in circles to the bottom,” Brant shrugged. He’d been in worse condition before. “I think what I need is a drink, and maybe... maybe a bandage or some shit. But I really need a drink.”

After a mass tweet, people were showing up at Tegan’s door. It hadn’t given her much time to prepare, but she had cups, crackers, excess brownies, solo cups, liquor, and random pieces of food from her mini fridge set out on a table. There was some EDM song playing from her iHome, and Tegan was, for lack of a better word, lit. The girl had let a tab of LSD dissolve on her tongue, and her trip was insane. She stood in the doorway, a beer in one hand and a brownie in the other. “I’m so glad you’re here!” Tegan wrapped her arms around the person’s waist. 

"Yesterday made me realize that I’m actually... really alone,” Tegan laughed softly at her remark, though it wasn’t a laugh out of humor. She was drunk, sitting on the floor of the hallway with her back to the wall. “Everyone had someone to defend them. Nothing happened to me, but like, just watching... you know what? Nevermind. Cheers to parties that end in fist fights!”