I get dressed in a big t-shirt that goes right past my thigh. I normally wouldn't wear my bottoms, but I'm not to sure about that because of how I'm sleeping in the same room as Tyler.

No, Tyler Colton.

So that's why i put on some really short shorts after brushing my hair and teeth. I rub my eyes as I walk out of the bathroom. The cold air hitting me. I let out a deep breath and walk into my bedroom. Well.....our bedroom.

I immediately see Tyler sitting on his bed, drawing something in a book. wait....... that's a sketch book.

He draws!?

That's something you don't see everyday. i cock my head slightly at him. "are you'd drawing?" I asked. he looked up from whatever he was doing and met my eyes. "yea." He nodded. Then went back to drawing. I'm tempted to smile but hold it back.

My feet force me to go sit beside him on his bed. No matter how awkward the tension is between us. I look down at his paper. it's something I wouldn't ever imagine someone like Tyler Colton drawing.

It's a clearing. Beautiful and endless fields of tall weeds growing from the dirt. The bright sunshine glowing through the distance trees that are small, far away. A simple tree stands to the right of the clearing, while still in it. But it doesn't have any leave on it. Just the truck and a bunch of empty branches.

"Woah." I mumble. I'm too busy looking at the colored drawing to see what Tyler is doing. "yea. This is probably one of my favorites I've done." he said closing the sketch book and placing it on the end table.

I stand up so that I'm not near him anymore. "How much do you draw?" I ask sitting across from him on my own bed. He shrugs. "All the time. It's my major here. That and physical activities. what about you? what are you here for? and why'd you move from a different collage?"

Great, now we're playing twenty one questions. "I major in teaching. I'm planning to be a physical education teacher. But if that doesn't work out, I can always be a personal trainer. And for the other question, I got accepted for a full scholarship here. and this university is way better than my other one. long story short, here I am, with you."

He clutched his hand to his bare chest. "Again, that hurts Maxy. I though we were buddy's." I rolled my eyes and laid down on my

Bed. Thankful that the lights were already off from when I walked in the room.

I laid on my side, which faced him, and watched as he smiled and rolled into bed also. he faced me.

"So, how have you been?" Really? Is he really asking this?

"What's it to you?" I ask.

"Come on Maxy. Can't a guy just ask about a friends life?" He considers me a friend? I literally busy out laughing.

"What?" He asks. I roll over on my back and let out my laughing gasps as I grab my stomach. It tightens up as I laugh harder. Im so weird sometimes.

"What?" He asks again. I turn back towards him on the bed and wipe away my laughing tears. Calming myself down before I speak. "you think we're friends? Do you not remember anything from high school Colton?"

His smile drops. "I thought we were gonna forget high school." He mumbled.

"Tyler......its pretty damn hard to forget every day of nonstop bullying. I almost died once because you and your friends threw me in the steam room. Remember that?"

I hated that day. I hated him. Hell, I still do. He sighs. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I just roll my eyes and turned my back to him. "I don't trust words, Colton. I trust actions."

He doesn't say anything, and we soon fall asleep.

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"Wait........so your roommate is Tyler Colton?!" Julie asks in our first class. I sighed and nodded. "Sadly, yes." I say.

"Sadly?! that's awesome! do you know how many girls would kill for a chance with him?"

"Then I hope I'm their next victim." I say bluntly. she shakes her head. "Your crazy if you don't like him."

If only she knew what he had done to me all those torturing years in high school. How he was the person I make fun of my cloths. push me, trip me, kick me, and almost suffocate me in a steam room.

If only.

"Whatever Jules. Everyone has their own opinions."