one of those stories i wish i was in.

He ate his meal while watching other freshmen mill around talking to each other. It always baffled him to no end how people were able to make friends so easily in a brand new environment. His envying of his classmates was quickly interrupted by a sharp pain in his stomach. He immediately regretted his decision to consume soy with dairy.

He made his way back to his room and found the door closed. He fished his ID from his wallet and fumbled to slide it in the reader. He burst through the door and heard a panicked rustling of covers. As he slid the card into the bathroom lock, he glanced over and saw the foot of Loyce's bed under the window. There was a lump under the covers that he assumed was her, and thought nothing of it. He entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him, sat on the toilet, and fought in 1v3 hand-to-hand combat with his intestines, stomach, and his first meal.

In what felt like forever, he finished. Breathing a sigh of relief he rose on weak legs and grabbed a canister above the sink. He flooded the room with lilac scented spray to mask the battlefield, and glanced at the unused shower. "Why not." He thought, and stripped his clothes off and set them on the toilet seat. He turned the shower knob and waited patiently for the water to warm up. As most people do, he started to go over the day step by step in his head. This lead him to constantly replaying his introduction to Loyce. His face began to blush as he repeated her playful swaying as she unpacked her things. Shaking his head, he tested the water and stepped into the shower. It was even more spacious than it looked, and the steam wrapped around him in a comforting blanket of moistness.

Then the door made a mechanical click as it unlocked. Maraschino cherries. Loyce. Panic. Tim felt like shrinking down and jumping down the drain as Loyce tiptoed inside.

There's no possible way she doesn't know I'm in here, the shower is running and my clothes are on the floor.