Here ya go, @sincerelyconnor!
Hope you liked it :)
Sorry it took so long! Normally I'd get it one sooner, but I've been a little busy. Anyway, sorry again!
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It was a total mystery on why a quiet, shy boy would get into the same college as a loud, extroverted girl.
It was also interesting that you had the same interest: science.
Both of your favorite colors were (F/C), you both had good grades in college, but it was that one, notorious difference that you both had: social level.
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"I'm sorry, but he is just SO quiet," you muttered loudly, Melanie (throwaway name sorry) rolling her eyes.
"I'm sure," she mumbled, and you glared at her, throwing your arms up in exasperation.
"Ya know," she said, taking a sip of her frozen hot chocolate, "maybe you should make an effort to be nice. A peace treaty. Watch a documentary on something you both like. Like, I dunno, I heard Evan likes trees, studying to be a botanist."
"Riiiiight," you laugh, no humor present. "Watch a documentary on trees as a peace offering. Melanie, that sounds like the dumbest idea I've ever heard." Desperate to change the topic, you mumbled, "You going to Jake's Halloween party on Friday?"
"Hell yeah," she smirked. "Whatcha goin' as?"
"Not sure yet," you brightened. "Maybe, like, I dunno, a devil?"
"Overdone," she rolled her eyes. "You should go as a tree."
You both dissolved into giggles and she nudged your arm. "It's not a terrible idea."
"Yes, it absolutely is," you shot back.
"But anyway," you grinned, changing the topic again, "how about this. Since you're so desperate for me to be with Evan-" Melanie rolled her eyes and took another sip, "I'll go to what he wants and then I'll drag him to a party."
"Not a terrible idea," she pondered. "But poor Evan. He's gonna have a hard time keeping up with you."
"Compromises, Mel."
"I know, I know. Now, go find him and talk to him; I have to go anyway." She rose up from the wooden seat hugged you from behind. Walking to the door, she whisper-yelled, "If you guys get together I get ten bucks!"
You rolled her eyes and flipped her off, and you could hear her laughing.
Let's just hope this works.
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"S-sure," Evan tried to smile, but inside, he was freaking the flip out.
The girl who had somehow ended up on the other side of his dorm room was inviting him out, and well, (being the precious boi he is,) he had no idea how to respond.
"Great," you clicked your tongue. "So we'll watch whatever you want tomorrow, and then we'll go to Jake's party on Friday. Cool."
"S-s-sounds good."
"Alright."
...
You patted the soft couch beside you, and Evan sat down nervously.
"Don't worry," you grinned. "Its not going to explode."
A look of horror crossed Evan's face, and you couldn't help but laugh sheepishly.
"s-sorry! I-I j-just, don't r-really talk t-to people t-that much," he stuttered, but otherwise joined you on the couch.
"Nah, it's fine. What do ya want to watch?"
"Hm. Maybe a documentary on nature?"
"Sounds boring, but sure."
"Hey! By the end of this movie, I swear, you'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise!"
...
"Evan," you whined childishly. "The movie still has like thirty minutes left."
"S-s-sorry! W-we c-could d-do something else, if y-you want."
"Something else?" you flirted, raising your eyebrows.
"O-oh m-my g-g-od, n-not that, s-sorry!" he nearly shouted, a dark blush covering his cheeks as he covered his face with his hands.
You chuckled, you couldn't help it, and he tried to smile through his evident embarrassment. "Nah, it's okay. I brought this fate on myself," you teased. "But hey, it actually isn't that bad. I find it kind of interesting."
"Only kind of?" Evan asked.
"Well, I'm studying biology, so it doesn't really apply to me," you said quietly.
"Makes sense."
You slowly moved your head on his lap, curling your feet at the brim of the edge. You could feel him tense up and slowly relax, and he softly patted your hair, unsure of what to do.
You woke up to a blanket being furled over you, you hair in a combed mess, and you couldn't help but smile, despite Evan's absence.
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"Oh, come on. It won't be that bad!"
"S-s-sure, Y/N. You're o-only saying t-that because y-you have social f-friends."
"Fair enough, but you agreed. And I won't leave you behind," you swore.
"Promise?" he deadpanned, holding out his pinky.
"Promise," you mumbled, a sweet smile crossing your features.
...
"We're so drunk," you laughed, grabbing Evan's hand and pulling him around the mass of bodies dancing.
"c-correction," he stuttered. "You're drunk."
"Yeah, maybe," you shrugged. "Doesn't change anything."
"What d-doesn't it change?"
"That you're a preeeeeeeeetty boyyyy," you slurred, Evan spinning you around and nearly fainting when you said that.
"Uh-sorry, h-hey, M-Mel, r-right?"
"Oh! You're Evan!" your best friend grinned. "How can I help?"
"Would you mind if I took Y/N home? S-she's like, kinda drunk."
"Yeah, no problem. See you 'round, Evan!"
Even as Evan dragged you back to the dorm, he couldn't help but smile.
Heidi would be proud.
...
After recovering from your raging headache the next day, with Evan being sweet and trying to help you, of course, you two slowly created a bond.
Sure, sometimes you were curled up watching a movie, and other times you brought Evan to meet your friends, but a lot of the time, you were together, and well, nothing could change that.
Until you caught feelings.
It was stupid, you guessed, and perhaps it would go away, but you weren't sure it would ever when the sweet, cute, nervous stuttery boy was your dormmate.
For Evan, it was the same, however. Sure, the relationship was kept platonic, but he never forgot what you called him, pretty boy.
You could have just said it in a drunken stupor, but now, whenever he thought about it, his heart would flutter and he wasn't quite sure why.
Well, he guessed he knew now:
He liked you.
And he as determined to tell you.
"Hey, Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you 'bout something?"
"Sure, what's up?" concern crossed your face, because it wasn't often Evan had a huge problem.
"I t-think I l-like y-you."
And in that moment, you felt weightless. You felt perfect, as if everything was meant to be.
"I think I like you too."
(AGH CAN'T WRITE KISSES I'M SORRY-)
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So the next day, when Mel caught sight of you two holding hands, she smirked to herself.
"Hey, Y/N!" she called, and you turned to look for the voice of your best friend.
"You owe me ten dollars!"