I strolled down the hallway to my dorm room, calmly as I felt the weight of my bag on my shoulders. My red and beige bag was hugging my back like there was no tomorrow. I swear, if I ran at full speed it wouldn't even slip down one shoulder.

It was only a couple more doors then I'd be at my dorm, though it sparked suspicion in me as I caught a tall framed silhouette around by my door.

The silhouette wasn't as suspicious as it was before as I continued walking to my dorm door.

The taller boy looked at me, as he heard my footsteps down the hall. It looks like he's been waiting for me.

"Hey, Sam!" He called out my name, striding to me with smooth and cool steps.

"Hey," I greeted, a small-ish smile on my
face. I jingled my dorm keys in my fingers, the sound echoing slightly through the hallway.

I brought the keys down to the keyhole, turning it to the right and straight down. It unlocked, I stepped in, Aryan stepped in a moment afterwards.

"So," I started, propping my hands back as I sat on my bed, "what were you doing... waiting by my door, for me?"

He pushed the door close with a click. "I wanted to ask... if you were free this afternoon?"

"Uh," I tilted my head to the side, just lie, lie, lie! "I'm heading over to Carlos's and Jay's today, so probably no." I shook my head, as no.

"Right, okay." He smiled to himself, a tactic he always uses while thinking. "Well, I'll be with Felix and the other boys around the campus─ if you ever needed me, which you hardly ever do."

I plastered a smile, "Okay. I should get going, I need to help Jay with his 'last-minute' homework." I made air quotes, chuckling at my own words.

"Yeah, yeah. But I'll be most likely at my dorm, yeah? Okay, see you." He turned to face the closed door, looking at me with a last glance over his shoulder.

"Bye."

The door clicked close, another wave of silence washed over me, myself and I. Only me in my dorm, without anyone. Yet, I still had nothing to do.

I decided to change into more comfy clothing. I grabbed my black and gold hoodie, a pair of dark red leggings ─ tight but comfy enough to wear the whole day, ─ and took off my bracelets and clip-on earrings. Though, I never take off the necklace I had on everyday.

I sprawled on my bed, silently wishing
that I'll have something to do other than lay around, feeling like nothing was ever made for me.

Idea after idea came to my mind, but none of them felt... right. Mal was out on a date, Evie's doing Evie things, Carlos is with Jay and they're─

They're doing nothing!

And I finally have two someones to bother.

I did my hair up, which was comfortable enough to let me know that it was very, very messy.

I swiped my earphones from the bedside table, plugged it into the MP3 player. I fixed my hoodie to go down below my thighs, then put in one of the earphones which was on my right side.

I strolled down the halls, passing by multiple open doors with girls in their dorms. Then finally I reached my location; the boys' dorm room.

Without obvious reasons, I didn't knock but just straight up opened the door. No, I didn't see anything I didn't need to see. And no, the boys weren't picking on each other, nor were they weren't here. Well, not both of them.

What I saw wasn't different, nor was it weird. Just Carlos, doing his things. Jay wasn't here, he was probably out flirting with Auradon girls. Again.

I closed the door, silently hoping it wouldn't creak. Once I heard the quiet click of the now closed door, I took a step after the other, also hoping the floorboards wouldn't creak.

Carlos was too busy writing what I think was an essay for History of Woodsmen and Pirates that we had together.

Isn't that due tomorrow? I thought my brows slightly furrowed.

I took a peek from over his shoulder, and the essay wasn't badly written, but it wasn't as good as mine either.

That's not really true, you know?

"Carlos, what're you doing?" I called out his name, grabbing his shoulders and breaking the silence all together. The sudden sound of my voice out of the odd silence must've been really surprising, because I got a little yelp out of him.

He shot his head up to me as I threw him a tight lipped smile. "What?"

He chuckled with little to no humour, or, may I say, sarcastically. He narrowed his eyes at me, "Don't 'What?' me." He shook his head, averting his eyes to the paper on his desk.

"You know," I paused for a moment, counting the days that had passed when the professor had given us the task, "you had about three days to do that."

"I know." He threw his head back and whined in annoyance. May I add, his head almost mine.

I rolled my eyes while a half smile, half smirk grew on my lips. I slapped the back of his head, not harshly though, and took the paper off of his desk.

Bla, bla... And it goes on. But I would say, his has more history than mine.

I put the sheet of paper back on the desk and left him to do his thing as I lay on his bed. I body-slammed myself on the bed and nuzzled my face into his pillow.

I turned my whole body after a moment to breathe. I let out a deep breath while my hands then shoved itselves in my pocketed hoodie. I felt the rectangle-ish shape of the MP3 in my right pocket. I skipped, skipped, and skipped songs until I found the one I was searching for; "Shape Of You" by Ed Sheeran.

I'm guessing the song was popular because of the beat, simple but has its authenticity and it's complex in different ways. New songs always live until the end of the day, right?

While I was laid down on his bed, I could see Carlos furrow his brows while he smiled to himself.

Huh..

About three minutes later, I could see him fold the sheet of paper right after Shape Of You ended.

Another song played, and I knew it better than Ben, for Merlin's sake! It was called; "Attention" by Charlie Puth. It was like a tongue twister of some sort. The words were repeated over and over again, and they rhyme for gosh sake!

I watched as he made his way to me, every step meaningful and steady. Plopping down on the bed, he turned his gaze to me as a smile graced my lips.

"So... " I trailed, pursing my lips as I thought. I then made room for him by my side, to which he gladly took and straightened his legs out in front of him.

I positioned my body to sit up straight and I tucked my knees to my chest.

Bringing both of my arms to wrap around my legs, I rested my head on my right knee and looked at the boy next to me.

"What?" He questioned, letting a bright smile take over his lips.

I shook my head lightly, copying the smile he had on.

With Attention still playing, I stayed like that ─ arms around my legs and still facing Carlos with similar goofy smiles on our lips, ─ until the second song after Attention by Charlie Puth played.

By now my cheeks hurt, like really hurt.

I leaned against the headboard, my smile faltered as I took the MP3 in my hands. I paused the songs from playing, stopping "When The Party Ends" by Billie Eilish halfway.

Unsaid words hung, still waiting to come out. They haven't though, and for all I know, they haven't for a long time.
I met his gaze again, bringing a bright smile from the right side of my lips.

He is lovely. My inner thoughts said almost automatically sending...

The silence grew between us, not a word said. It's been about, five to six minutes since the last word was said.

"Carlos." I said, smiling brighter than before. "Here." I pat the empty space closer beside me.

He quietly obliged, sitting beside me. He hummed in boredom, bringing his head down over to my shoulder.

"It's been quite a while, you know." I told him, reminiscing about our past memories. "Since we had time to get close."

"Well, yeah." He agreed, "It's 'cause you've been too busy with Aryan all the time."

"What? You're jealous?" I pondered out loud, smirking.

He tilted his head up to me as his gaze met mine, his brows knit together in a questioning manner.  "..No."

"Right." It was my turn to have my head on his shoulder. I smiled as he curled an arm around my waist from behind.

That's us 'cause friendships are boring.

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─ I'm sorry it's so late, it had ABSOLUTELY no idea what to write.

─ Then I also 'subtly' wrote that Sam wanted some distance from Aryan once in a while.

─ IK, IK, it's Anthony J. Lockwood and Lucy Carlyle on the Media Board above. It's just a reference on how they are sitting.