Life hasn't been half bad since Tate started going to this new college.

Everywhere Tate went, he made friends, and it was no different here. He was already an honorary frat bro, and he was invited to plenty of hot parties, just like the one last night.. But apart from all that chaos, there was one thing- Er, person, who was always guaranteed to be on Tate's mind.

They weren't the hottest person in school, sure, but god did Tate take a liking to them. They came from Louisiana just like him, so they had to share dorms together, just til they got situated and the next year came. Sure, rooming with his fellow frat guys sounded fun, but he'd miss watching them yawn and stretch, looking so damn ethereal as they just brewed some coffee...

Tate groaned as he rolled out of bed this morning. He didn't have any classes today, but hangovers were still a son of a bitch even out of class. Tate groaned as he sat up from bed, ass naked beneath his covers. He sniffled, wiping his nose with his hairy forearm, blindly pawing at his bedside table for his Nikon camera.

Groggily, Tate flipped through the photos he had captured, glancing through each setting with a straight, tired look on his face. Beer pong, some bitch sitting on his lap, some hoe dancing on his lap, photo of his buddies chugging alcohol, and finally some girl naked on top of him. Whatta night. Tate laughed gruffly, voice still rough from lack of use. He crawled out of bed, slid on a tank top and boxers before limping off to the porch.

Tate glanced around the cramped kitchen, then the tiny living room to see that they were no where to be seen. He hummed and shrugged, imagining that they were just still asleep. Poor sleepy little thing... He was half tempted to walk into their room and crawl in beside them, breathe down their neck and snuggle em' up tight, but naw. He still wasn't in a clean mindset. Didn't wanna do anything he'd regret.

With that, Tate walked off to the balcony for a smoke. He hummed softly, leaning against the railing, holding a lighter and a cigarette. Once it was lit, he brought the rod up to his lips and gave it up puff, blowing out smoke. Damn, that shit felt good. Tate's shoulders drooped, letting out a low moan as he went in for another hit, staring dreamily out at the view of the campus, not far from the dormitory.

Tate's brows rose as he heard the sound of them walking out of their room to the kitchen. Score. He crushed his cigarette on the railing and threw the butt off the balcony, walking to the kitchen and leaning on the counter. "There's my favorite roomie," He teased, smirking obviously. "How'd you sleep, baby?" He asked, his back arched just a touch as he affectionately watched them making their coffee.