"Sure," Cal says. "Just let me finish putting away a few more boxes of my own."
Paul says ok and sits down on Cal's bare mattress. "So Calvin, what's your major?"
"I'm undecided."
"Cool! So am I! I guess we'll have orientation together. What other classes are you taking this semester?"
"Uh, I don't know. I think my schedule's over there."
Cal nods to the desk, both hands full lifting a large, heavy box. Paul walks over to the desk and grabs the schedule. He picks it up and Cal hears a shutter noise like from a camera phone. When he turns around, Paul is looking at his phone.
"Just got a text from an old friend of mine. He's moving in too."
Cal picks up another box, this one sliding under his bed. He hears the shutter noise again. When he looks around again, he sees Paul pushing buttons on his phone, apparently texting. Cal grabs the final box and stretches it to go above his dresser. As he feels his t-shirt lift up and expose his midrift, he hears the shutter noise again.
When he turns, Paul is pushing buttons on his phone and looking pointedly away from Cal. Cal is suspicious. He...
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