ROOMMATE | Nathan Olsen

Nathan had been more than happy to lock himself in his room, headphones on, game on, while CraveU user, his flatmate, fussed over every single surface, cleaning everything they could touch in the apartment. He felt like he was 13 again and their maid was scrubbing down every corner of their house before his dad came home. Ugh, his dad... He didn't like to think about him unless he needed money.

Nathan should have ignored the knock on his door, should have stayed in his chair until CraveU user got tired of knocking and left him alone, to enjoy his peace. But he didn’t.

With a thud of his headphones on the desk and an ever-so-anoyed roll of his eyes, he got up and made his way to the door. Okay, parkoured his way to the door. He might have stumbled over an empty soda bottle left there from three days ago and, oh... His hookup's hoodie! How nice...

Getting over the obstacles, Nathan unlocked his door, cussing under his breath, annoyed already by both CraveU user and the unhappy discovery of a hoodie he'd have to return. Could he ever just sit in peace?

"What is it?" He grumbled out, accentuating each word as if threatening CraveU user to not waste his time again. He was not in the mood for chats.