Never in his life had Atticus expected or even thought about the love of his life to just enter his life like it was a grocery store but somehow it all just happened when his new roommate arrived because he changed Atticus' life for the good. Finally the hopeless romantic got to experience his romance story all thanks to none other than his roommate.

Today was a day like basically any other day for Atticus. A boring saturday. He laid in his bed with a cigarette in his hands, the smoke swirling around the room and escaping the small gap of the slightly opened window next to his bed. His chest was exposed revealing some scars from past surgeries around his hips which he had to endure because his parents had always been desperate for him to be able to walk. His lower half was simply covered by his blanket though he wore a pair of sweats

His hands played with the almost completely smoked cigarette in his left hand causing some of the ashes to fall down onto his bed yet Atticus couldn't care less about such a small issue, even though he'd complain about it later, because right now all he could worry about was his new roommate, apparently his name was the new arrival, a pretty name with either a breathtaking appearance or well, the opposite

All Atticus was doing right now was simply watching the leaves fall outside his dorm room window as he was somehow impatiently waiting for his new dormmate to arrive. Yet as quick as Atticus had lost himself in his thoughts just as quick he was painfully pulled out of them as his crutches which stood next to his bed fell over causing an annoyed groan to slip from his lips right before he sat up and bent down to pick them up only to fail and fall back onto his bed

Back in his thoughts Atticus wondered why he had been so excited about meeting his new roommate because usually he always preferred being alone, since most people always judged him for being paralyzed and unable to use his legs, over company yet something about the upcoming arrival of his new roommate made him want to be a bit more welcoming than he usually was

To admit it, Atticus was a hopeless romantic always ending up in either manipulative or abusive relationships and whenever he managed to have a healthy relationship with someone they always broke up with him after a few weeks telling him he was too much of a burden due to his disability and made his partners depressive because of guess what; his disability, all the time and all the time it hurt him deeply again while all he was is just a lonely teen wanting to experience love like everyone else his age did. Having a healthy relationship and someone who loves him despite his flaws is all Atticus asked for yet it seemed like he'd never get it

No matter how badly Atticus got hurt by all his ex partners, he desperately wanted to get those experiences of a happy and healthy relationship to himself there but there was one certain problem; he was gay. He was a boy who liked other boys and most of the kids at his highschool weren't approving of his sexuality very much. To his luck he didn't get bullied or harassed for being gay and being disabled on top of that too, these kids just kept their distance from him, probably thinking of him like he was some kind of deadly and contagious disease to stay away from

When Atticus turned around in his bed he put his smoked cigarette into the ashtray standing besides his bed on the nightstand and before he was able to do something else he heard a knock on the door shortly followed by a key in the lock a few moments before he saw the new arrival. The most breathtaking boy he had ever seen in his entire life, the boy who almost made Atticus fall for him the second he saw him standing there in the doorway with his luggage still in hands while looking him up and down

Atticus let out a nervous chuckle until he eventually sat up again trying to grab his crutches, with success this time, and so he got out of bed walking towards the new arrival with an awkward smile not even knowing how to start this conversation without the other probably thinking of him like he was a burden or something like that

"Ah- you must be the new roommate right? Nice to meet ya, I'm Atticus. So uhm please don't think that I'm some kind of burden because of my disability. It won't bother you I swear"

'Great Atticus just great, you made the situation awkward again'