This is an entry for the 750 Word Project 2025
Parker had been my best bud since frosh week, which is why I'd been stoked when we were roomed together in junior year. Technically we were in two separate rooms, connected by an adjoining bath -a real rarity on the row- but it was rarely a barrier between us as we always kept the doors wide open.
The only times things were closed were when one of us was taking a shit, or getting laid, which hadn't happened much at all during first semester. Schedules were packed as fuck and the stress levels were insane.
The frat had been so welcoming of me as an openly gay man, something that Parker had never taken an issue with, and had in fact helped me come out to the rest of the house. But that DID mean that it was easier for me to see some action from a "curious" brother in the middle of the night, than it was for Park to nail a baddy.
So I was jazzed for him when he'd told me about his hook up date on Saturday night. He was a good dude that deserved to blow off a little steam after such a hard term, and so I had no qualms closing up the loo and keeping my headphones on while studying.
By the time the sun set though, the rest of the house was preparing to head out to a rager and had shared some booze and smoke. By the time Parker knocked on the door, I was already having trouble concentrating on my reading.
"Come in man,"
The door creaked open and Park stuck his head through the crack.
"Hey man, I really need your help?" I snorted and tossed my book aside.
