Preston's POV

For the rest of the week, it was orientation week. The day after we moved in there had been a dance battle pep rally, which had kick-started orientation week, and the rest of the events that followed over the next seven days. There were presentations, some specific to certain majors and programs, and there were also a bunch of game-type events that had been fun to attend. It was a week spent getting closer with my roommates, and meeting other first-years who were in the same program as I was.

Tonight specifically, was the final night of orientation week. We would be meeting up with our RA's and our assigned resident groups for more games before having dinner at one of the dining halls on campus. Then, there was going to be a concert held outside at the large open grass field in the middle of campus at around 9:30 PM.

"I swear, Elijah. If you run my foot over with the cart one more time," Blaire stopped in the middle of the aisle to narrow her eyes at him. He stopped pushing the cart around, to which he accidentally bumped her in the foot, making her glare harder at him. He smiled innocently.

"Uhhhh, oopsies?"

"Elijah!"

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, "this is why you don't put me in charge of the cart!"

"Yeah, clearly. Remind me when someone asks you to drive too," She retorted. Elijah gasped, placing his hand on his chest in feigned hurt.

"How dare you judge my driving skills!"

Blaire laughed, smirking at him, "well, you can't even push a cart. What makes you think I'm gonna trust you behind a wheel?"

"I'm deeply hurt by your accusation," Elijah said.

Before Blaire could retort, I cut in, tossing a tub of ice cream and a box of frozen pizza into the cart, "here's an idea, why don't I just push the cart? That way you won't have to deal with Elijah's horrible cart pushing skills."

"You know what? That's a great idea, Preston," Blaire nodded her head. I chuckled, while Elijah just pouted at us both.

"You guys are so mean. Why was it decided that you guys would be my roommates?"

I shrugged, smiling crookedly at him as I walked over to his side, and patted him on the back, "you just have back luck, I guess."

Elijah shook his head. He stuck his tongue out at me, but I merely smiled innocently at him as he stepped away from the cart, walking alongside me as I started to push the cart down the frozen food aisle. Blaire walked in front of us as we left the frozen aisle, heading down to meet up with Primrose and Flores as they had walked off into the junk food aisle. Aka, where all the cookies and the muffins and all the other good stuff were.

"There you two are!" Blaire exclaimed when we reached the junk food aisle, Flores carrying a box of maple cookies and a couple of bags of chips, while Primrose was holding a box of chocolate croissants.

"Are those chocolate croissants?" Elijah asked.

"Mhm! They're called pain au chocolat back in France," Primrose nodded, "you guys have to try them, they're so good! I eat one for breakfast every morning with my coffee."

"Well, they look really fucking good, so I might have to try one," Elijah laughed.

Primrose and Flores put their stuff into the cart. After venturing around the rest of the grocery store, picking up different food items, we paid for our items at the cash register, each of us pitching in some cash.

By the time we got back to our residence, the five of us put the food away into the kitchen. Primrose had opened up her container of chocolate croissants and made Elijah try one, to which he ended up eating the whole thing in one go because he liked it so much.

We spent the next few hours sitting around in the living room, chatting as we've been doing since we moved in. Elijah opened up a bag of barbecue chips, sharing the bag with Blaire as the two of them sat next to each other on the couch.

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The music was loud, ringing against my ears as we merged into the large crowd of students. The sun was set, the sky was dark, and the grass field was crowded with first-year students swarmed in large groups as they danced and chatted. There was a band on stage that I didn't recognize, but the music was good, so I didn't mind.

Elijah came over to me and bumped his hip against mine, and when I glanced over, he had a smirk on his face while holding a bottle of soda in his hands. I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed, while Flores came to stand on the other side of me, texting on his phone. I had no idea where Blaire and Primrose were, but last time I checked, Blaire had tugged Primrose into the crowd to move closer to the stage to dance and enjoy the music.

"Ooooh, texting your boyfriend?" Elijah asked Flores with a teasing smile. Flores chuckled and flashed him the finger.

"So what if I am?" Flores replied.

"Uh, I don't know," Elijah shrugged, "are you planning on visiting him eventually?"

"Yeah, not for a couple of weeks though. I'll probably go see him once we've officially settled in and all that."

"Maybe we could go together?" I suggested, "my best friend and your boyfriend are roommates, so perhaps we could plan to go see them together."

Flores smiled and nodded, "yeah, that's a good idea, actually."

"Aweee, can I come with??" Elijah cut in, "I wanna meet these people that have you wrapped around your pretty little fingers."

I snorted, "yeah, no."

Elijah scoffed jokingly, "what, afraid that your BFF is going to fall for my charms?"

"Adrien? You're definitely not his type," I laughed, shaking my head, "good luck trying to make him fall for you."

Elijah shrugged, taking a sip of his soda, "eh, oh well, I'm not into queens anyway."

"Oh yeah?" I tilted my head, smiling suggestively, "well...are you into me, then?"

Elijah raised a brow, "Why are you asking? Hmmm?" He leaned closer, a hint of flirtation in his tone, "do you want me to be into you?"

I chuckled, a teasing smile on my face as I shrugged.

"I don't know, do I?"

"Geez, get a room, why don't you?" Flores interrupted. Elijah and I burst out laughing then, Elijah nearly spilling his drink.

Half an hour before midnight, the three of us met back up with Blaire and Primrose, and then the five of us headed back to our dorm. When we got back to the townhouse, we sat around in the living room while Flores grabbed the alcohol bottles and bags of chips from the kitchen. We spent the next few hours drinking and snacking and talking, overall just having a good ole time in each other's company.