"He must have the shutter noise as his text ring," Cal thinks, and decides not to say anything.
"I'm ready to help you move your stuff," Cal says.
"Great. Come on over with me."
Paul's room is the same size as Cal's, but there is only one set of stuff. There are two large boxes in the center of the room and one crate off to the side. They push one large box under Paul's bed and place the other on top of a shelf above his computer. Cal has to reach higher than he did before, and his shirt rides up and sticks. When he comes back down, he has to pull his shirt down to cover his belly. He notices Paul looking at it and blushes nervously.
"I-- I really plan on hitting the gym this semester."
"Oh! That reminds me. Do you want this?"
Paul indicates the crate off to the side, which Cal now sees is full of sports drinks, though he's not familiar with the brand.
"My dad sells energy drinks and always gives me a case. I don't like energy drinks in the first place, but I can't turn him away, you know?"
Cal carries the case back to his room and Paul comes with. They nearly trip over Randy, another boy moving in down the hall. Paul apologizes and Cal says, "Maybe we should...
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