#chowder is a literal ray of sunshine

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

(You Are) Wanted

Part II | Part I | Tag

There’s a crash, and when Will glances up, Nursey’s standing in the kitchen doorway, mouth open, shards from a broken plate on the floor around his feet. “What the fuck, Dex?”

“Nursey!” Chowder gasps, looking scandalised. “Not in front of the baby!”

It’s a nice sentiment, and so very Chowder that Will can’t help but smile fondly, but it’s probably a lost cause, anyway. No matter where Will and the baby will end up living, pretty much his entire circle of friends consists of hockey players who regularly fund Bitty’s baking adventures with their swearing.

And Will really isn’t any better himself, either.

“I don’t think he understands just yet,” he points out, and turns a little when Chowder approaches so Chowder can see the baby’s blotchy red face. “He’s under a week old. All he does is sleep, cry, and shit himself.”

Yeah, so much for that. Oops.

“He’s so cute,” Chowder coos softly, and strokes a gentle finger over the baby’s hair. “Can I hold him?”

Will has no idea what his face is doing, but it must be telling. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Chowder—there are very few people he trusts more, in fact—but the thought of handing the baby over just doesn’t sit right with him, for some reason. It’s stupid, he’s aware of that, but he just—he doesn’t want to let him go. Not just yet.

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“Maybe later,” Chowder says, easy as that, and smiles at Will’s apologetic look. He gives Will’s shoulder a supportive squeeze before stepping back. “It’s probably better that way, right? Like, he only stopped crying a second ago, I don’t want to upset him again.”

Will nudges his foot against Chowder’s, murmuring a quiet, relieved, “Thanks, C.”

Ransom, in the meantime, has apparently recovered from his initial shock, or enough so, at least, to say, “Congrats, man. Your kid’s adorable.”

“Must be the mom’s genes,” Holster teases, on automatic. Then he frowns, clearly not sure what’s off limits when it comes to the baby.

Will isn’t either, but the chirping is normal, familiar. And he can definitely do with some normality right about now.

Bitty’s mouth twists at the mention of the mother. Will shoots him a look he hopes is enough to convey that they’ll talk about it later, in private. He has zero desire to explain his fucked up family situation right now, and he is nowhere near ready to tell everyone why he isn't on speaking terms with them anymore.

“There isn't a mom,” Will says, and then, when Tango makes a confused noise and opens his mouth, he corrects, “There isn't one willing to be a part of his life. It’s just me.”

“That sucks, bro,” Holster says, and Ransom winces in sympathy. “Maybe she’ll come around?”

Will snorts. “Fat chance.”

It comes out hissed, more bitter than he intended, and makes everyone fall uncomfortably silent. Ransom and Holster turn towards each other, doing their weird eyebrow communication thing, probably trying to figure out all the things Will isn’t telling them, while Lardo watches Will intently, in that way that never fails to make Will feel like she knows more than she lets on. Chowder goes to help Nursey pick up the plate shards, with Bitty hovering close by, ready to jump in in case one of them—meaning Nursey—manages to hurt themselves.

Tango still has a somewhat perplexed expression on his face, but Will can never really tell when he actually has no idea what’s going on, and when it’s just his regular face. Or if he’s really just fucking with them all. Whiskey’s the one who makes an effort to actually meet Will’s eyes, one eyebrow raised in question. He’s the only one, apart from Bitty, who’s found out about Will, but they’ve so far had an unspoken agreement to not talk about running into each other in one of the close by gay bars on occasion. He jerks his chin minutely when Will shakes his head at him, before giving Tango a not so gentle push towards the door, muttering at him in rapid Spanish when Tango starts complaining about being manhandled.

“Uh.” Will hitches the baby a little higher, and starts rubbing his back, mostly to have something to do with his hands. Good thing the baby’s too young to realise he’s being used as a security blanket. “I’ll just,” he says, awkward, inching closer to the stairs. “Yeah.”

With that, Will makes his escape upstairs to Bitty’s room. As promised, there’s a portable crib leaning against one wall, and at least a dozen bags from Babies-R-Us sitting next to it. They look like they definitely contain more than the few emergency diapers and onesies Will’d asked for, and he makes a mental note to send Jack a thank you text later.

“Okay, buddy, here you go,” Will tells the baby as he carefully places him in the middle of Bitty’s bed. He arranges a few pillows around him, even though he’s learned last night that the baby isn’t really moving much yet. Safe’s safe, though. “There. Good?”

He has the crib set up, and is halfway through the bags when Bitty knocks on the door, before poking his head in. “How’s it going?”

“Baby’s asleep. Again,” Will says, pulling a tiny Falconers jersey out of one of the bags.

Bitty smiles innocently when Will holds it up. Will doesn’t buy it for a second.

They unpack in easy silence for a while, Bitty joining Will on the floor to un- and then refold all the clothes to his satisfaction, arranging them in a complicated pile system Will doesn’t even try to memorise. Bitty bats at him when he sees Will try and fail to hide a grin. “Babies are messy. You better get on top of everything right away, otherwise you’ll be lost in no time.”

“Too late for that,” Will sighs, absently playing with the foot of a pair of tiny snowflake tights. Knowing Bitty, there’s a whole outfit to go with them, too, for Haus Christmas. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“But you’re trying anyway,” Bitty says, bumping their shoulders together. “That’s what counts.”

Will grimaces. “Tell that to the kid when he hates me in a couple of years because I was too selfish to let him be adopted by some nice people who wouldn’t have screwed this whole thing up completely.”

“William Jacob Poindexter!” Bitty is glaring, and it’s so reminiscent of a Disappointed Parent Look that Will flushes, feeling chastised. Bitty grabs Will by the chin, forcing him to look over at him. “Do not run yourself down like this, I won’t have it.”

“Bitty, c’mon,” Will mumbles, embarrassed. He goes to turn his head away, but Bitty doesn’t let go, and raises an expectant eyebrow instead. Will grunts. “Fine, whatever.”

The way Bitty purses his lips, still scowling a little, tells Will they’ll be coming back to this eventually. Chowder has perfect timing, though, and chooses that moment to peek in through the door that’s still slightly ajar. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Want to help me change the baby for the night?” Will asks, getting up, and has to laugh when Chowder nods enthusiastically. “All right, come here. Fair warning, though, it’s going to be pretty gross.”

Chowder waves dismissively. “I have baby cousins, it’s fine. Like, this one time Vivian had some sort of stomach bug, and I swear, for a solid week, her poop looked like that time Wicks threw up after only eating Cheetos and drinking tub juice all weekend.”

They all simultaneously wrinkle their noses at the memory. Bitty’s the first to recover, reaching into yet another unpacked bag, and pulling out a foldable changing pad. “Here.” He hands it to Chowder, who hands it over to Will to spread out on the bed. “It wasn’t on your list, I know, but I thought it would come in handy.”

“At least 80% of the stuff you bought wasn’t on my list,” Will points out as he unclasps the baby’s onesie. “Tell Jack I’ll pay him back for all of it, by the way.”

Bitty’s, “Sure, honey,” is entirely unconvincing, and Will resigns himself to sneaking cash into Jack’s pockets whenever he comes to visit for the foreseeable future. Bitty narrows his eyes at Will as if he can tell what Will’s thinking, making Will look away quickly, biting back a smile.

“Okay,” he says, once he’s got the baby down to his diaper, gesturing from the baby to Chowder. “You want to do the honors?”

Chowder clearly knows what he’s doing, working fast and efficient, and doesn’t lose his cool when the baby, grumpy about being woken up, starts fussing. Will hovers by his shoulder nonetheless, ignoring the knowing, amused looks Bitty keeps levelling at him.

When he’s done, the baby all dressed again, Chowder throws his arms up in the air, waving them around, and cheers quietly. “There,” he says, grinning down at the baby, “that’s better, isn’t it?”

The baby kicks his legs, still making small, distressed sounds that aren’t quite cries. Yet. Chowder rubs his tummy, which seems to help somewhat, but Will can tell it’s not enough.

“He wants you to pick him up. I mean,” he rubs at the back of his neck, mouth quirked sheepishly, “you can. If you still want to.”

Chowder doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs up on the bed, and scoots back so he’s reclined against the pillows, then carefully lifts the baby up to lie against his chest. He cups the back of the baby’s head with one hand, and his diapered butt with the other, talking quietly, telling the baby, all earnest and serious, “I know,” and “Yeah, being tired is no fun,” when the baby scrunches up his face.

It makes something in Will’s chest loosen, to see one of his best friends so easily accept this huge—and, as much as Will already loves that baby, inconvenient—turn Will’s life has taken over the last 24 hours. It also gives Will the courage needed to say what he’s wanted to tell Chowder for months, now.

“He’s my nephew, technically,” he blurts, and then, before he loses his nerve, continues explaining, “My older sister’s kid. She didn’t want him, because my parents would throw a fucking fit if she came home with a illegitimate kid. Especially a black one. They’re—shit, C, they’re fucked up, you know? Like, the kind of people who’d make their daughter choose between her kid, and being allowed to come back home again. Or kick out their son for being gay.”

Chowder’s eyes widen in surprise, and he looks distraught when he says, “Dex, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

Will shrugs, jaw clenched, and averts his eyes. It’s been nearly six months, and he’d known, before doing it, what coming out would mean, what would most likely happen. It had been a conscious, planned decision after years of insecurity and fear, in the hope that it would, somehow, make it easier to be honest with himself about what he is, about who he is. And it had helped, in a lot of ways, but the tiny, dumb, foolish part of Will’s heart that had believed that his family might react differently, might love him anyway, is fucking devastated nonetheless.

Bitty knee-walks across the room, hugging Will from behind. “We love you, hon, you know that, right?” he asks, and Chowder immediately agrees, adding, “We all support Bitty and Jack, and we’ll do the same for you. You’re team. And our friend.”

Will nods, but doesn’t trust himself to say anything without doing something horrifying. Like bursting into tears. He leans into Bitty instead, lets Bitty tuck him under his chin, and closes his eyes, breathing slow and deep. Bitty starts asking Chowder about his cousins, arms still tight around Will, and neither of them mentions the way Will’s breath hitches every few seconds.

He only disentangles himself from Bitty once the baby’s fallen back asleep to lay him down in the crib. If having his back turned also gives him the opportunity to discreetly wipe at his eyes, well. He’ll take it.

Chowder makes a quick run to his own room to change into his PJs while Will’s putting the baby down, and Bitty grabs his laptop from his desk, setting it up at the foot of his bed instead, putting on an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine with the volume down low. Will gets a pair of sweats from his own bag, before he flops down next to Bitty on the bed. Chowder joins them a moment later, squishing Will between himself and Bitty.

Will gets choked up all over again over the fact that Chowder doesn’t even hesitate before cuddling up to Will, like he always does when they have sleepovers or team movie nights. Then he grunts, effectively distracted, when Bitty presses his icicle feet against his legs. Which is also pretty par for the course.

“So,” Chowder asks, once he has burrito-wrapped himself in one of the blankets, “like, does the baby have a name yet? Because I feel kind of bad just calling him the baby.”

“According to my MooMaw, my parents couldn’t agree on a name until I was almost two months old,” Bitty tisks, laughing a little. “And then they named me Eric Richard Bittle Jr.”

“I don’t want to do that,” Will says immediately. When Bitty and Chowder both look at him quizzically, he elaborates, “Name the baby after someone. My parents named me after my grandfather and my uncle, and there were always expectations that came with that, you know? I don’t want that, for the baby. He should,” he gestures a little helplessly, then shrugs, “just grow up to be himself.”

Chowder nods, thoughtful. “That makes sense.”

“It really does,” Bitty agrees, folding his arms on Will’s chest, and resting his chin on them. “Lord knows I could do without my aunties and uncles and cousins constantly comparing me to my Daddy.”

“I thought maybe Theodore?” Will half-asks. “There’s no Theo in my family, no one I know is called Theo, and I kind of like it? Just, like, the sound of it. And I don’t want anything too edgy that’ll embarrass him when he’s older.”

“I like it,” Chowder decides. “Theodore Poindexter.”

Bitty pokes Will in the side, smiling proudly. “See? You got this. One step at a time.”

“Yeah,” Will says, and can’t help but smile back. “One step at a time.”

#dexnursey #nurseydex #william poindexter #kid fic #accidental baby acquisition #pre-slash #dex & bitty friendship #dex & chowder friendship #chowder is a literal ray of sunshine #cuddle piles #slight racism #slight homophobia #i apologise for the lack of nursey in this part #he'll play a prominent role in the next one tho #wantedverse #myfics

[piesnpucks]

Eddie Lack is a 100% class act. Nice touch with the thumbs up there. I really hope he’s okay.

#don't get me wrong i'm glad we won #but this is NOT how i wanted to do it #rl hockey #rl hockey hell #literal ray of sunshine eddie lack #he's like chill chowder

[check-comma-please]

SO I DID A THING…

This is basically a timeline of major events in OMGCP That I created, at first to help myself, but then I decided “why not post it? Other people may find it helpful”. Not going to lie, the Check Please timeline can be a little confusing, considering the comic is still taking place in 2016. Obvs that’s not Ngozi’s fault bc the updates take time, so it’s understandable that the comic isnt present day… anyways I’ve done extensive research on the following information. And I’m like 95% sure that it’s all correct but some things are speculation and assumptions. I’ve used blog posts, tweets, and the actual comic to figure out the below information. It’s not a big deal and maybe it doesn’t matter to you, but idk it really interests me and maybe it will interest others????? Like I said before, a lot of this is speculation so FEEL FREE to correct me on any false info. ALSO!!! If any of you have links to the canon confirmation of some of the things that I’m not 100% sure about, PLEASE link them to me. FINALLY, if anyone wants me to link them to some of my references for this, then just ask and I’ll be more than happy to send you them. So with that: these are (what I consider) to be the major events in the time line of Check Please! Hope I got it all right!

**Edit!!!!: I messed this up originally. I screwed up some birth years and now I’m back to fix them. So don’t be alarmed if you reblogged this and now its different. Im like 99% sure that I’m changing it to all true info.

Birthdays

Jack- 1990 (birthday august 3)

Kent Parson-1990 (birthday july 4)

Holster-1991 (birthday unknown)

Shitty-1992 (birthday dec 19)

Ransom-1993 (birthday march 28. I am very confused because according to the wiki, ransom was born in 1994. However, a tweet from Bitty on March 28th, 2015 says “happy 22 birthday rans!” which would place his birth year in 93. Also a very early piece of artwork says that ransom is 20 in the beginning of his sophomore year, which further indicates being born in 93. Long story short? Don’t believe everything you read on the wiki)

Lardo- 1994??? (birthday unknown but according to the wiki, Lardo is currently 23 years old as of April 1st, 2018 (when I’m writing this). However the wiki can not always be trusted.  We know her birthday is around Ransoms but we don’t know when exactly. Her and Rans has a combined birthday party (Keagster) on Easter Sunday 2015 (which technically was April 5, 2015….Idk if I should be that technical but whatever) so I’m kind of assuming that her birthday is around Late March/Early April….as for her birth year? All we are told is that she is a sophomore with rans and holster. so I’m assuming that she was born in 94 because its the easiest assumption to make, but i could always be wrong)

Bitty: 1995 (birthday may 5)

Nursey: 1996 (birthday feb 14. There is not a ton of supporting info that suggests Nursey was born in 1996. The wiki’s reference is a tweet from Ngozi, replying to a private account so I cannot view the tweet. Basically I don’t have a great argument for Nursey being born in 1996 so once again, I’m ASSUMING. Please send me any info that you have on Nurseys birth)

Dex: 1995??? (Birthday October 26/27, I’ve seen both dates. However I’ve yet to find ANY canon confirmation that either of these dates are his birthday. Everyone just kind of says that its his birthday?? Idk if anyone has canon info or something please link me to it because I can literally not find anything about Dex’s birth. Also its been pointed out to me that he could be born late in 1995, however I originally assumed he was born late in 1996. It depends on wether he was held back a year or pushed forward.I have no clue it honestly could be either.)

Chowder: 1995?? 1996?? (October 11. I’ve seen people on tumblr saying it’s on the 10?? Idk according to Bitty’s tweets its on the 11th. Also the birth years?? Its the same situation as Dex… He could either be born in 95 and held back a year, or 96 and pushed foward )

2008: Jack and Kent are both 18, playing in the Q

Spring 2009: Jack and Kent win memorial cup. Jack overdoses. Kent is drafted to the Aces.

Fall 2009-Spring 2011: Jack is in rehab/ coaching peewee/taking SATs

Spring 2011: Aces win cup( Ngozi tweeted saying that Jack enters Samwell after the Aces win the cup, If Jack graduates in 2015, then he entered SMH in Fall 2011, therefore the Aces winning in Spring 2011)

Fall 2011:Jack enters samwell (21) Along with shitty (18, turning 19 in dec) (grad class 2015)

Spring 2012: SMH is in the ECAC and are knocked out at some point after the first round. Jack is named captain for the 2012-13 season

Fall 2012: Ransom (19) , Holster (21), and Lardo (18) all enter samwell (grad class 2016)

Fall 2012-Spring 2013: Now this is all kind of fuzzy. Sometime between the Aces winning the cup(Spring 2011) and before Bitty enters Samwell (Fall 2013), Kent Parson comes to the haus to visit Jack. However we can assume it happened at some point during Jacks sophomore year (Fall 2012- Spring 2013) because in a blog post (or was it one of Bitty’s tweets? I can’t remember. Anyways) Holster says that “He [Kent] remembered my major” so clearly it was sometime after Holster, Rans, and Lardo all enter samwell, and were there to meet KP. Unless KP visited during Jack’s freshman year and Holster was just there for some reason??? Seems unlikely and unnecessarily complicated. So let’s just say that KP came during Jacks soph year)

Fall 2013: Bitty (our beautiful ray of sunshine) enters Samwell (18) along with minor characters, Ollie and Wicks (grad class 2017)

Spring 2014: Samwell knocked out of ECAC championship. Johnson graduates and Bitty gets his dibs

Fall 2014: Nursey (18), Dex (17??18???once again, unconfirmed), and Chowder (17??18??) (aka the frogs) all enter Samwell (grad class 2018). Jack (now 24) is looking to be drafted. Kent (also 24) shows up at Epikegster (December 2014). Bitty (now 19) has crush on Jack. (I really don’t know why I included their ages in this part I just sometimes forget how old Jack actually is)

Spring 2015: Shitty is accepted to Harvard Fucking Law. SMH makes it to final four championship, but loses. Jack signs with the Falconers. Ransom and Holster are made Co-Captains for the 2015-16 season. Jack (24) and Shitty( 22) graduate. Lardo and Chowder get their dibs. Jack and Bitty kiss after graduation.

Summer 2015: Jack spends 4th of July with Bitty in Georgia. Later that summer they start dating.

Fall 2015: Whiskey and Tango (tadpoles) enter Samwell along With Ford (grad class 2019) Jack and Bitty tell the team about their relationship (December)

Spring 2016 (as of April 1st, 2018, the comic is currently taking place in Spring 2016): Jack is given an A on the Falcs (assistant/alternate captain). Ford is appointed as manager for the 2016-17 season. SMH is knocked out of ECAC tournament in the first round. Bitty is made captain for the 2016-17 season. Lardo(22), Ransom(23),and Holster (24??25?? depends on his birthday.) all graduate. Nursey, Dex, Ollie, and Wicks all get dibs. Bitty turns 21. The Falcs win the cup. Jack and Bitty kiss and come out to the world.

Currently Jack and Kent are both 26, Holster is 24??25?? (Like I said I don’t know when his exact birthday is. If his birthday is after the events of the year 3 finale, then he would still technically be 24) Shitty is 24, Ransom is 23 and Lardo is  22, Bitty is 21, Nursey is 20, and Chowder and Dex could both either be 19 or 20 (like I said i still don’t know whether they are 95′ babies or 96′ babies, since I only have birthdates and not canon birth years. ALSO!! It should be noted that since there are no canon birth years for Chow or Dex (at least that I know of), there is no way to be certain of their ages. I mean, theoretically, Chowder could be older than Bitty, and just entered college late. Same with Dex. But just to make thing easier on myself, I’m going to assume that all of the frogs are around the same age.)

The comic is currently taking place in 2016, two years behind real time. IF it was present day (April 1st, 2018) in the comic then

Jack: 27

Kent: 27

Bitty: 22

Ransom: 23

Holster:24/25 (depending on his bday)

Shitty: 23

Lardo: 23/24 (depending on her bday)

Nursey: 22

Dex: 21/22

Chowder: 21/22

Now Bitty’s tweets….

At first I was really really really really confused about how Bitty’s tweets work in the timeline. But Its actually really simple??. Bitty’s tweets start in June 2014, basically right after the end of Bitty’s freshman year. They pretty much all follow the correct timeline (the most recent tweets are from May 2016, about Rans, Holster, and Lardos graduation). Basically if you see a tweet, the date stamp on it correlates directly to the comic. I’m not sure if Ngozi just had the entire comic figured out two years ago, and tweeted everything back in 2016 (which seems far fetched) OR if Ngozi just changed the date on her computer back to 2016 and then sent out the tweets (which seems much more likely. Still, this is all speculation ). It doesn’t really matter though because regardless, the tweets line up with the timeline. I HIGHLY recommend reading all of Bitty’s tweets before Ngozi locks the account again for year 4. They add so much more to the story and are basically just extra details that make the comic even more immersive.

And I’m pretty sure that’s it?? Until of course year 4…. but yeah once again don’t take my word as law. Also, like I said already, if I got something wrong, please just let me know. Also if I said something confusing, just ask. :)

#omgcheckplease #omgcp #william poindexter #check please #derek nurse #eric bittle #omgcp frogs #chowder #dex #zimmbits #zimbits #omgcp ford #omgcp bitty #omgcp dex #omgcp nursey #omgcp jack #omgcp shitty #omgcp lardo #omgcp holster #omgcp timeline #omgcp kent #kent parson #omgcp birthdays #check please birthday #omg check please #check please comic

[annayareads]

Headcanons about Ford

(by someone who has been a stage manager)

She is afraid of her own matchmaking ability 3/4 of the leads she has forced to get along for the sake of the production are still together

She will literally not eat or sleep if she’s worried about something

In the same vein, she is perfectly fine with like 2 hours sleep,  but 9 hours makes her drowsy

She dreams of rehearsals

Eventually, she will also dream of hockey practices

Then there’s a weird mix of play rehearsal and hockey practice like Dex in a medieval gown, Chowder decked out as a knight in shining armor. Nursey in the most elegant cape and crown. And they’re all just skating and checking and i need this to be drawn

She knows just what each person needs and ALWAYS has it

Like no one knows where she pulls stuff out from the secret depths of the universe

She’s simultaneously the most put together and the most messy person in any room

Her grades are ON POINT because she is used to threats from her parents of making her quit the play if her grades dropped

Hell Week is the one week a year where Ford will snap at you

But she’ll apologize immediately afterward and buy you a snack

She is the person you want in a group project

Eye for detail, leadership skills, organizational skills, super nice, open

99% of the time she bottles stuff up and moves on because she is the behind the scenes, so she doesn’t need the attention and ends up just crying alone somewhere then walking out like nothing happened (someone tell this girl to be more selfish)

Has a monologue prepared for whenever she is faced with someone racist/homophobic/sexist/transphobic/etc

Like I know that in concept straight people exist in theater and I know a lot of them, but Ford is a queer theater kid

She’s pan/ace/still figuring it out genderwise because she’s fine with the body she’s in but gender as a societal construct confuses her

Summer she sleeps for days at a time to recharge her batteries

Small children love her because she’s a ray of sunshine, but she’s just like this illiterate, sticky gremlin, but she entertains them anyway

She is business-like almost to a fault

If you become her close friend, you’ve bonded for life

She doesn;t drink because what if someone needs her?????

She calls everyone kids even if they’re older than her

Not phased by much because NOTHING is weirder than theater kids

#ford omgcp #ford #headcanons #ford headcanons #foxtrot #omgcp #stagemanager #stage manager

[hausofspectrals]

Always in My Line of Sight- Nurseydex (Female!OMGCP! AU)

Read it on ao3

CHAPTER 1 |

CHAPTER 2

Her roommate, Christina, did arrive by the time she came back; her side of the room was almost completely covered in shark merchandise.

Posters, framed photos, stuffed animals, literally anything you could think of. This made Willow was a bit nervous about meeting her, what if she was nuts or something. The roommate to be wasn’t in the room at the moment, but she left the door open.

She organized a few more of her belongings, before sitting on her bed. It wasn't the most comfortable, but college could only offer so much.

Two voices, male and female, could be heard down the hall, and were coming closer to her dorm. The male voice seemed stressed out, occasionally grunting.

“I’m sure this is the last box, babe.”

“It better be, because I’m not carrying another one.”

“I said you didn’t have to carry them! Remember who transported these boxes from my room to my car!”

“Not going to let you stress your back out anymore.”

“ the one that's on an athletic scholarship, you should be the one not stressing back out!”

The bickering kept going on until they reached the threshold of the door. They saw Willow there and they froze. The girl was of Asian descent, mid-length black hair and dark brown eyes. She seemed to be around her height, and was covered head-to-toe in shark themed clothing. Man, what did she own that have sharks on it?

Seconds later, she was engulfed into a hug before she could process it. The girl gives her a bright braced smile. Though Willow wanted to snap at her for getting into her space bubble, her roommate’s smile somehow put her at ease.

“You must be Willow! I’m Christina, but you can call me Chris, or, better, Chowder! Everyone calls me that!”

Seriously, what is up with the nicknames?

The boyfriend finally spoke up, gently pulling her a few inches away from Willow.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with her.” She playfully swatted his arm. “I’m Caden, but just call me Farmer.”

Must be a Samwell thing.

She smiled anyway, they seemed like good people she could get along with. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“Have you eaten yet? We were about to check out the cafeteria for lunch.”

She shrugged. “I could eat.”

“Cool! To the fooooooood!” Chowder darted out of the room, Farmer looked to her and said “Wait for it.” She comes back in seconds later, a bashful expression on her face. “Where the food?” she nervously giggled.

They both laughed at her and they all left the room. As they walked, she wondered if she was going to be the Nursey girl again.

She mentally face-palmed; she never even talked to the girl the first time and she's already hoping that she'll bump into her again.

That, and this college was big enough that she probably wouldn't see Nursey as much, especially when the school year actually began. Hell, she didn't even know if they were in the same year; chances of sharing general subjects together were slim.

“Willow!” She was taken out of her thoughts by Chowder, looking up. They were already at the dining hall?

“I know, right? Literally a 10-minute walk from the dorms! Such a relief!”

The trio walked in, taking in their surroundings. Willow was a little uncomfortable, the building was literally as big as her senior high school. Who knew how much bigger everything else was? She could easily get lost anywhere in this campus. Maybe it was a good idea that her mother snagged a map.

There was so much food to choose from, Chowder felt overwhelmed by it all. Farmer sighed and ended up picking burgers and fries for them. Willow, not sure what everything costed, opted a simple turkey and cheese sandwich.

They set up their meal plans, and eventually finding a random rectangular table to sit at. Willow jokingly complained about how she will eventually have to get a job in order to pay for meal plans.

“Chow and I went to this cafe close to campus this morning, mostly college students work there, I saw a ‘help wanted’ sign, if you want one.” Farmer spoke up.

She smiled in appreciation. “I’ll look into it, thanks.” “You should totally work there, then you can give us free pie slices from there. The pie is ‘swawesome!” Chowder added.

“‘Swawesome?”

“Yeah, it means cool. It's like saying “so awesome” but really fast! I'm trying to get more people to use it, but Farmer won't help me out.”

“Your new slang word is ‘swawesome, are you happy now?”

She grinned up at him. “Yes...wait-hey!” He chuckled as her face formed into a pout. “What?” He raises his hands in mock surrender. “I'm helping you use the word.”

“Asshole,” she muttered, turning away from him to take another bite of food.

Minutes go by, and Willow learns more about the couple as they finish eating.

Both are from California, Chowder from the San Diego area, Farmer way up north. They both met when Chowder came to support one of her guy friends who played against Farmer’s team in Varsity Volleyball their junior year of high school.

Her friend's team lost to them, but she at least won a free phone number from a cute male of the opposing team.

They texted, and called all the time, since they were a great distance from each other. Though everyone Chowder knew were worried for her feelings being hurt, she got the guts to ask him to be her boyfriend.

It was a tough year once they became official, school and sports getting in the way; hard in general since they only saw each other once every two months if they were lucky.

Unknowingly applying and getting into the same university, they pushed on through, knowing they could be a ‘normal couple once they graduated.

“And now we're here! It's almost been a year!”

“Unfortunately.” He groaned, yet pulling her into his side so he kiss her hair.

Willow smiled at the two. They were what many typical teenage girls would call “relationship goals”. Honestly, they were her new OTP.

“So, do have a special someone you're seeing right now?”

She blushed and looked down. “Not really. I've just been focusing on trying to get into this school, really.”

What she said was half true; she was mainly focusing on school too much to actually try relationships. Though, she did go a little off-track for a few months.

That's a story for another time.

“Welp, there are plenty of fish in the sea, just don't let the sharks eat them all up!”

“Once again, I'm sorry you have to deal with her.”

Honestly, Willow didn't mind Chowder’s personality, she needed someone like her in her life. She's a ray of sunshine.

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