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Quackity trudged up the stairs of his dorm house, dragging a couple of suitcases behind him. The elevator was always crowded, and the bags weren’t too heavy, so Quackity decided to brave the stairs.
He was excited for his third year of college. Now that he had fully declared his major, he could take more classes and start enjoying more clubs with his newly freed time. The man even got a whole dorm suite to himself.
As Quackity made his way down the hall to his dorm, he began to hear music coming from down the hall. He didn’t think much of it, a bunch of people played music in their dorms, until he stopped at the door of the room labeled his. The music was coming from inside his room, his private dorm.
Quackity pushed the door open, not even caring that it was unlocked.
Quackity couldn’t believe what he was seeing; not only was there another person in his dorm that person was none other than his high school rival, Wilbur fucking Soot, the same Wilbur Soot who he vowed never to see again was now unpacking in Quackity’s dorm.
“What the fuck are you doing here.” Quackity spat.
“Ah, Big Q, I was wondering when you’d be coming.” Wilbur said with a smile, looking up from the box he was bent over.
“What are you doing in my room, Wilbur?” Quackity asked with anger laced in his voice.
“Did you not hear? My rooming plans with Niki fell through, so I got moved to another dorm.” Wilbur explained, reaching over and hitting pause on the playlist blasting from his phone.
“Fine, but why are you in my room. The room I specifically paid more for so I wouldn’t have to deal with a roommate this year.” Quackity demanded.
“I was just told I was getting moved here as it was one of the only open ones left.” Wilbur said.
“Well you better get your ass down to the housing office and tell them to move you because I am not rooming with you for a whole fucking year.” Quackity demanded.
“Too late, Q. I already tried. They said they couldn’t, so you better get used to me.” Wilbur grinned.
***
It had been roughly a week of living together, and Quackity was on the verge of breaking.
Wilbur was always playing music throughout the dorm, blasting it at such ungodly volumes that Quackity was surprised they hadn’t gotten a noise complaint yet.
He also seemingly insisted on playing his guitar well into the early hours of the morning when any normal person would be sleeping.
Not to mention the pile of clothes at the foot of Wilbur’s bed and the ever-growing tower of dishes in the sink.
Quackity was sitting on the couch in their shared living space, with books laid out in front of him and his laptop off to the side. He’s been in classes for only a few days, and he already has a small mountain of homework.
Wilbur was lounging on the loveseat next to Quackity, headphones on, guitar in his lap, and laptop placed in front of him, idly strumming his guitar.
Quackity was trying to focus, he really was, but Wilbur’s music and presence in general made it impossible to get anything done.
“Will you stop?” Quackity said, looking up from his pile of notes.
There was no response, and after a few seconds, Quackity called the brunette's name.
Wilbur looked up, pushing one headphone behind his ear, “What?”
“Will you shut up, or go play somewhere else. Unlike you, I actually have work to get done.” Quackity explained.
“Why don’t you go to your room and study like a normal person?” Wilbur quipped.
“For the last time, Wilbur, this is my space. I don’t care that you got moved to a different dorm. I paid for this one specifically, so, technically, I get the most say.” Quackity explained.
“I don’t think the housing advisors would agree with you on that one.” Wilbur grinned.
Quackity sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Listen, Wilbur, if we’re going to be stuck living together for the rest of the year, I think we need to lay down a few house rules.”
“Fine, as long as it’s nothing stupid.” Wilbur replied.
“First, quiet hours,” Quackity began, starting to list things off with his fingers, “No playing your guitar or blasting music during certain times.”
Wilbur scoffed, but Quackity continued.
“Second, chore rotation. We divide up the chores, and if one of us forgets, the other doesn’t have to do that chore next time.”
“Now hang on-”
“Third, no stealing each other's shit. It’s been like a week, and you’ve already stolen 2 of my chargers. I want those back by the way.” Quackity continued.
“And lastly, the guest approval policy. No, inviting people over out of the blue. Any questions?”
“You can’t just ban me from playing music and having friends over in my own dorm.” Wilbur said.
“I’m not, I’m saying you can’t play during certain hours, and you can’t invite people over without me knowing.” Quackity replied calmly.
“Quackity, you’re not my mom. I’m twenty-fucking-two, I don’t need to let you know I’m having friends over.” Wilbur laughed.
“You do if it’s going to be a bother to me.” Quackity said.
Wilbur sighed, “Fine, if I have to let you know whenever I’m inviting people over, then you have to as well, and I’m free to play my music whenever I want.”
Quackity scoffed, “Fine, anything else you want to argue over?”
“Yes, actually. No more leaving your beanies all over the dorm. I can count 3 lying by the front door alone.” Wilbur criticized.
“They’re hung up on the coat rack, and so what, you have hats lying around everywhere too.” Quackity countered.
“I have one hanging on the coat rack, the rest are in my room, not lying around the dorm.” Wilbur rebuked.
“Fine, I’ll keep most in my room, but I get to leave one by the door. Sound fair?” Quackity asked.
“I can live with that.” Wilbur said.
Quackity rips a page out of his notebook and begins scrawling down the new rules. They argue over a few more, but eventually they have a list they can both live with.
Dorm Rules
-Let the other know if you’re inviting people over
-No stealing each others shit (you can borrow but must ask and give back)
-No leaving more than one hat on the communal coat rack
-Divy up the chores, if someone forgets/doesn’t do a chore, the other is exempt from doing that chore for a week
-Any unclaimed food in the fridge is considered free game after 48 hours
-If you use the last of something, replace it (or leave a note saying you’ll get more)
Quackity reads it out one more time before getting up from his spot on the couch, Wilbur following behind him, making his way over to the fridge and using a stray magnet to hold the list up.
“It’s not a peace treaty.” Quackity mutters.
Wilbur shrugs, “It’s something.”
Quackity sighs, This is going to be a long year.