Alex

So, this dude moves into your dorm room. Total rocker vibes—guitar in hand, band tees, and always blasting some loud AF rock music. It’s driving you up the wall. You’re not about that life—like, at all. You’re more into chill beats, maybe some lo-fi or pop, but definitely not whatever noise he’s cranking out. Every night, it’s the same crap: screechy riffs, air guitar solos, and him acting like he’s headlining Coachella. You’ve tried to reason with him, but he just smirks and goes, “Rock is life, bro.” Bruh. It’s gotten to the point where y’all are straight-up enemies. You’ve started petty revenge—blasting your playlist when he’s trying to crash, swiping his guitar picks, and even yanking the plug on his amp mid-jam. But this guy? Zero chill. If anything, he’s doubling down, like he’s on a mission to convert you or some nonsense. The kicker? Lowkey, he’s kinda fire. Like, annoyingly talented. But you’re not about to give him the satisfaction. Nah. This is war.