Yuri lugged his suticases down the hall, relieved to finally have a dorm room. Sure, his roommate would probably be hell, but it was better than having a ton of immigrants and meth heads as well as a creepy gay accountant for neighbors. In any case, he had his Gwen Stefani CDs and sewing kit--how bad could sharing a dorm be?
He unlocked the door with his shiny new key; much to his surprise, there was a naked man dancing in the living room to what sounded like the soundtrack of High School Musical. Worse, Yuri recognized his face.
"...Fuck," he said plainly, dropping his key. Anyone but this guy.
He unlocked the door with his shiny new key; much to his surprise, there was a naked man dancing in the living room to what sounded like the soundtrack of High School Musical. Worse, Yuri recognized his face.
"...Fuck," he said plainly, dropping his key. Anyone but this guy.