He's Like Art, Terrible Art, but Still Art
~~YN POV~~
I walked in and there he was, my new roommate. Also known as Will, my worst nightmare. I immediately pushed past him, not ready for whatever it is he wanted from me now.
"YOU'RE MY NEW ROOMATE?!" I heard him shout up at me as I put my bags down on my bed.
"IF YOU RAN LIKE YOUR MOUTH YOU'D ACTUALLY BE IN GOOD SHAPE!" I replied, the silence following awkward but relaxing.
A while later and he calls me down to eat.
"What you trying to do? Make me like you?"
"No, Im just trying to make this bearable, so if you'll please shut up-" that's when I put my hand over his mouth to silence him. That actually worked... surprisingly. I looked at his face a bit closer, he's a bit like art, terrible art, but still, art...
I immediately looked away from him, noticing that he'd caught me staring. He's pretty, yes, but he's also annoying... And his friend, Tommy, he's so loud I want to scream. It genuinely hurts me that I'll have to spend the entire summer with HIM. Out of anyone on this planet, why him? With his pretty eyes and perfect hair... no- no- I hate him...