He had been bummed, beyond bummed, it was almost ludicrous to see the school's infamously laid back hippie so depressed. After classes he would just go back to his dorm and flop on his bed with the phone near his head, waiting. Today was no different. He had changed his clothes, already deciding his fate as a sweatpants after three kinda guy.

He had rolled himself a few joints but couldn't even be bothered to light them at the time. He was laying face down on his mattress, face pressed against the pillow when he heard the knock on the door. "Come in!" he mumbled from the pillow.

He belatedly remembered the joints laying on his desk in plain view and even then he couldn't be bothered to care, not even if it was faculty on the other side of the door. He just rolled his head to the side to see his fate.