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Stiles finished up his class for the day (and weekend - hell yes for Fridays!) and headed home to the apartment he shared with Scott. He fell on his bed and closed his eyes, wondering when his best friend would be home. He had printed out every degree plan of major that even seemed a little interesting along with his audit of what classes he had taken. They were going to at least narrow it down to ten options tonight. Maybe. Or get really drunk.
The boy fell asleep for a couple of hours and when he woke up he headed to the kitchen. He had promised to make Scott an avocado salad thing he had seen on Facebook so he got out the ingredients he had bought the night before. He washed his hands and began to cut up ingredients. When he thought the food looked good he called in an order to a burger place that delivered. He hoped Scott would bring the beer on his way home.
His burger and large order of fries had just been delivered and paid for when Scott walked through the door. “Hey!” he said as he waved. “I made you that salad thing. It’s in the bowl on the counter. Did you grab the beer?” He hadn’t turned to look at him so when he did he saw the beer in hand. “Excellent, my man. Excellent.”
