So I Guess We're Roommates?
Stiles made his way through the chaotic mess of people cluttering the campus' lawn. Stacks of luggage and weeping parents proved to be effective obstacles. In the few minutes he'd been at the University, Stiles already felt out of place. In the baking Los Angeles sun, everyone was all bronzed skin and tank-tops...and there he was in his hoodie and jeans. Coming from the often cloudy Beacon Hills, he was a little out of his element.
Still, he had been thrilled to get a scholarship in the prestigious Film Program. And he was looking forward to a bit of normalcy. Though he would never admit it out loud, Stiles was sort of glad to have the chance to leave his crazy supernatural friends back home. He needed to be with regular people for a while.
Finally managing to get into the dorm building, Stiles struggled with his heavy duffle bag and suitcase. People were clogging the hall, and he had to practically crawl up the walls to make his way through. And then...he found it: Room 34A. Just as he slid the key he'd received upon his arrival into the lock, he was checked in the back by a jockish guy and he flew through the door into the room, landing flat on his face.