#youandi

Thursday 3:33 AM

|Me

So game plan is

I go to paradis

I invite you for a night iut

Where we both drink a lot

And he happen ti be there

Then i push u guys together

And leave with dreamy frat boy from paradis

|You

LMFAO

|Me

And u guys get together

But we wait until hes very drunk

Maybe we can get my dreamy frat boy in on it

And make him befriend him

To make sure hes drunk enough

|You

okay i fw this plan

|Me

Also I am 10% joking abt this plan

|You

0% joking about this plan

“It’s so fucking warm.” I mutter under my breath, sweat collecting underneath my jacket as I lug my suitcase up the old rickety staircase. The beautiful medieval architecture of Paradis is one to admire but that antique charm threatened to wear off after all of my things had to be dragged up 3 floors with no elevator.

My arms grow weaker as the heat compiling within holds a stark contrast to the bruising cold of my exposed hands. I pause outside of the grand double doors to my accomodation, staring blankly at the flowering designs carved into its panels as I pant. Scrunching my eyes I mentally prepare myself to roll the very last boulder up this goddamn hill. I reach out to the petals of the door but another hand presses before I can.

“This is yours, right?”

Deep emerald eyes slowly blink where small, framing strands hang, soft brunette locks tangle atop into a bun and fall down to caress broad shoulders. Shoulders encased in a black fleece as I notice lips moving but hear no sound until those eyes come a little closer.

“-- is it...?”

I rapidly blink my own eyes and swallow. “Sorry?” I finally got out as all those beautiful features came clear.

“I just– I saw you bring up that suitcase,” my eyes shot to the box full of my room decor that he’s carrying like it weighs nothing, “I just assumed this box was part of your stuff.”

“Oh… um yeah that is mine.”

“Sorry I just saw you looked kind of tired– thought I’d help if this is the last of it?” He gives a polite smile, back still holding the door open slightly.

“Yeah it is, thanks for the help I was just thinking about how sick I am of moving in my things.”

He moves back to open the door wider for me to pass through first and he follows suit, placing the final box at the entrance to my room. I notice his eyes dart around my blank room, hands awkwardly at his sides like he’s afraid to get too close.

“Well.. um, good luck with the rest of you moving in.” he says, a hand coming up to go into his pocket as he takes a deep breath. Those eyes, this time, move to my face. Looking a little too attentive.

“Don’t worry I’m on the floor above you, you looked kind of startled. I was just going up to open my room, I hope I didn’t scare you.”

I lightly snicker at his nervousness, maybe at my own as-well, it was odd to see such a tall guy seem even slightly skittish like this. And it’s not everyday a man as gorgeous as this spontaneously swoops in.

“No, I was just relieved. Thank you again– so much.” I reply with sincerity.

“Of course. I’m gonna get to my room now,” He grins now, evidently relieved that I don’t seem creeped out, “maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah you might.” I smile back as he moves off my door frame and leaves my peripheral sight.