Chapter 1: Move-In Day
Conley Hall smelled like fresh paint, old wood, and the kind of privilege that came with a $60,000-a-year tuition fee. A late August breeze drifted in through the tall windows, stirring the curtains and doing nothing to alleviate the thick, stubborn humidity of a New Haven summer.
Elliot Shaw sat cross-legged on the twin XL mattress by the window, laptop open, his wireless mouse clicking steadily. His phone buzzed — probably his mom again — but he ignored it. Instead, he stared at the email from the Housing Office one more time, chewing his thumbnail like it might reveal new information if he just squinted hard enough.
Room 214 — Shaw, Elliot // Caldwell, Ryan
His chest tightened.
He knew of Ryan Caldwell. You couldn’t go to Langford University without knowing him. Star center on the hockey team. Blond, brawny, blinding smile. Some kind of legacy admission — his dad had a wing of the Business School named after him. Instagram famous among the Greek crowd. And now, apparently, Elliot’s roommate.
There must be some mistake, he’d thought when the assignments first came out. But no. Two weeks of emails to Housing had yielded nothing but chirpy, passive-aggressive responses about “diverse rooming experiences” and “cross-community growth.”
Now the hallway was filled with the sound of voices, rolling bins, and suitcase wheels clicking over wood floors.
Then came the unmistakable sound of a duffel bag slamming into a doorframe.
The door burst open.
Ryan Caldwell stood in the doorway, six-foot-something of sunburned confidence and sweat-damp athletic gear. A hockey stick was slung over his shoulder like a prop. He wore a backwards cap, designer joggers, and a smirk like he’d just walked into a party he was about to dominate.
Elliot froze mid-keystroke.
Ryan scanned the room, his gaze pausing on the books stacked in color-coded towers, the physics poster over the desk, the precise arrangement of charging cords — and then on Elliot himself.
He blinked once.
“…Are you the RA?”
Elliot’s face went blank. “No. I’m your roommate.”
A beat.
Ryan looked him up and down, like he was being pranked. “Seriously?”
Elliot closed his laptop with a soft snap. “Seriously.”
“Oh. Huh.” Ryan stepped inside like he owned the place. “Damn, man. You, uh… already unpacked?”
Elliot gestured stiffly toward the window side. “That’s my bed. Yours is—yeah. There.”
Ryan dropped his duffel with a loud thump, right on the comforter.
He sniffed, rubbed the back of his neck, then turned and said with casual ease: “No offense, but you don’t really look like a Conley guy.”
Elliot arched an eyebrow. “Because I’m not wearing flip-flops and a frat tank?”
Ryan grinned, missing the insult. “Exactly. You some kind of, like… Honors Science major?”
“Physics,” Elliot said, tight-lipped.
Ryan laughed — a low, amused sound. “Jesus. You’re gonna be doing rocket math while I’m trying to sleep.”
Elliot turned back to his desk without replying.
Ten minutes later, Ryan had turned the entire room into a war zone.
Shoes were scattered in a pile near the closet. A can of Axe body spray rolled off the dresser and clattered to the floor. His girlfriend — or one of them — called, and he answered on speaker.
“Babe. Yeah. Roomie’s a total nerd. Like, actual nerd. Thinks gravity’s a personality.”
Elliot didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, watching a particle simulation on mute, pretending not to listen.
“Uh-huh. Nah, he’s not ugly or anything. Just, like… tight. Uptight. You know?”
Elliot’s jaw clenched.
Ryan’s laugh rang out again, carefree. “I know, right? Might be good for my GPA, though.”
Elliot stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. He crossed to the mini-fridge, pulled out a can of cold brew, and cracked it open with more force than necessary.
Ryan glanced over, one eyebrow raised.
“You good?”
“Peachy,” Elliot said, flat.
“You don’t talk much, huh?”
“I do. Just not to people who think I’m beneath them.”
Ryan blinked. “Whoa. Chill.”
Elliot took a long sip of his drink. “I am chill. This is me chill.”
Ryan squinted at him, then smirked. “You always this wound up, or is it just ’cause I’m here?”
Elliot gave a tight smile. “Guess we’ll find out.”
That night, Ryan snored. Loudly.
Elliot buried his head under his pillow and thought about black holes.
Specifically, how peaceful it would be to fall into one and never hear the word bro again.
I'm seeing the vision but they remind me of someone else. But I'm in.