Connor's POV

I... did not expect that. Usually when I bring up my major, despite how fucking embarrassing it is, people just give me a weird look. I don't really fucking care about their opinions, it just makes me feel... I don't fucking know, bad. But this guy, Michael, was that his name? He seems to actually fucking not judge me because of that. Of course, I'm not going to jump to conclusions, I hardly know this guy. Literally. I only know his fucking name and what he's doing. But, so far, he seems nice enough.

I honestly fucking thought I was gonna get stuck with some jock. I don't think I could handle some guy constantly working out and making sporting puns that I'll never get. I can't even watch the sports channel without falling asleep. Though, that could be because of the sleep deprivation that sometimes comes with a long art project. But my roommate, he actually looks kinda nerdy, it's almost cu- interesting. I mean, I hear video game noises coming from his room.

I walked out of my room. It had been a few days since our awkward meeting. In that time, I'd gotten used to the fact that I might hear video game noises or singing of Bob Marley. That thought almost made me chuckle. I lay down on the couch, and I got out my phone. I was wearing one of my, in Jared's words, signature clothing items, a black hoodie. Yeah, whatever, it's just a fucking hoodie. Michael and I were no longer strangers as we'd been getting to know each other, but I wouldn't say we were on the friendship scale yet. I gazed at my phone.

Hey, Connor... you settled in alright?

Cynthia, my mother. I sighed. Yes, mom, I AM settled in! Thank you! I didn't actually send that. I hesitated on what exactly to send back. It had been a few days since I moved in and she's only asking now? I left her on read for a while as I thought of something.

Yes, mom. The move went well and my roommate appears to be okay too.

Okay, that's good.

I raised a brow, but didn't comment back. No use starting a fight over something as simple as that. I heard the click of a door opening. "Good morning," I said, trying not to sound amused. We hardly know each other, after all. Michael gazed at me after rubbing his eyes, and he was smiling. Michael still had bed head as he hadn't brushed through his hair yet. Hearing my phone buzz, I returned my gaze to my phone and immediately narrowed it.

Connor's been quite silent on the whole roommate thing~

Maybe uh, maybe he wants to um, get more of an impression of him before he tells us.

Should I really intervene? I know they'd want to know about Michael. But I agreed with Evan, I'd want to get more of an opinion on him before I tell them anything. Besides, Jared would probably just fucking pull a 'he's in love' whether I have an opinion on Michael or not. Jared seemed to love messing with me. Which makes me wonder, again, why was I friends with him in the first place? "Wow, your phone's blowing up," Michael commented, keeping his tone friendly. I scoffed.

"It's hardly 'blowing up' if it's only two guys," I replied. Michael chuckled. I held back a laugh myself. Michael made his way over towards the kitchen and I decided to look back at my phone screen. I read through the conversation, well, argument that Jared and Evan were having. The conversation was no longer on me, but on a topic that didn't really involve me. It did involve my sister though, so that's probably why they didn't have the conversation in private.

"Woah, you must really be chatting about something interesting," Michael commented, and I somehow felt Michael considered me a friend already. I know that's fucking ridiculous, it's only been a week. Well, I suppose I had told him about Evan and Jared, and he'd told me about his friends. No, I'm thinking way too hard about this, he only said that because he can hear Evan and Jared fighting by my phone's notification volume being up.

"No. I think they're just fighting," I said, shrugging. "I don't know what about though." I glanced at my phone. I mean, I had some idea, but it wasn't concrete. It was a few incoherent messages about Zoe, their fight, and I just decided to stay out of it. I sunk lower on the couch and then Michael decided to join me on one of the armchairs. I was on my phone and he was reaching for the TV remote. I know, not particularly sociable. I decided to pocket my phone and then sat up. Michael had turned on the TV by the time I'd done so. "Can we watch something together?" My own voice shocked me, leading me to shut it and just blink quickly.

"Okay.. sure," Michael eventually replied after blinking a bit himself. I didn't know how or why that had come out of my mouth. Michael then laughed a bit as if trying to lighten the mood. "Let's do it." He flipped through a few channels on the TV, trying to decide on something.

"Please not the sports channel, I'll fall asleep," I mumbled. Michael snorted a little.

"You're not very hot on the sports channel either, eh?" I looked at him, and narrowed my eyes.

"Do I look like someone who'd be passionate about the fucking sports channel? I'm in no ways a jock. They're fucking full of themselves anyway, always bragging about how great their fucking muscles are," I ranted, not really aware of it in the first place. Michael blinked and then burst out laughing. I gazed at him, surprised.

"Wow, you really dislike jocks." Michael gazed at me. "Don't worry, I don't like them very much either. I've never been interested in sports. Unless that sport is a video game challenge or something."

"Ha, I think I can say I agree with you." I felt myself smirking. "Only for me, it wouldn't be a video game challenge, I haven't picked up my 3DS in ages. And I don't think that art would technically count as a sport. There are art challenges, sure, but they're not like, big gathering challenges." Michael nodded as if he understood.

"Anyway, lets find something to watch," he stated. He then smirked and added, "That's not the sports channel." He laughed a bit after that, and I felt myself look at him. Huh, maybe we'll become friends one day. He was busy with the TV when his eyes lit up, I felt myself kinda smile as well.

"Is that a fucking... Disney film?" I asked. Michael was looking at where it said what was up next on the channel. Big Hero Six. Michael nodded.

"It's one of the better ones," he explained, fiddling with his glasses. I just smiled.

"Okay then," I said. I lay back on the couch while Michael selected the channel. We sat back and watched it together.