<strong>Splish plush splss spsh spliss</strong>The shallow puddles in the sidewalk made oddly-pleasant squelching noises as Kyle trudged along in a comfortably sulky silence to the address listed on the "Rooms Available" note he'd copied from the campus' community message board, and punched the number into his phone.<br/><br/>Freshman year sucked.  Not that he got into fights or flunked out, or anything incredibly drastic, but it had been so unbelievably<strong>dull</strong>he thought he might drop out just to be done with it and find something else to do.  Gen-Eds, the basic required classes, had all been a heapful of simple boring nothing.  And his roommate, pleasant enough to get along with, was the least interesting man (boy?) Kyle had ever known.  Well, maybe he had been interesting in his own way, but fungus collecting was not all that high on Kyle's plan.<br/><br/>Pulling out his cell phone from the belly pocket of his slowly-soaking hoody, Kyle thumbed the number listed for the flyer in, hit the 'Send' button, and let the tone go for a bit.<em>This place is in a much nicer area than I though it would be.  I can't believe he's only asking  - wait, he, yeah?  No, no, flyer didn't have a name.  Great.  "Hello, sir or madam".  Damn formal letters.  Still, $250 a month?  There's gotta be a catch here somewhere.</em>The ringing stopped, and a message system kicked in.  "Uh, hi, yeah, - I'm calling about the room for rent, or looking for roommates, or whatever.  Yeah, uh, found the flyer on campus, thought I'd stop by to check it out, gimme a call back, 248 - triple-five - 8651.  I'm outside your door, I think."<br/><br/>Sighing to himself as he leaned back against a streetlamp, and felt the cold of the metal against his shoulderblades, Kyle started playing Tetris on his phone - not much else to do for now.