Tom and Mark were cranky from having to get up in time for their eight AM classes on a Monday, but when they say saw Tiffany up ahead of them, the day brightened slightly. Also, it was the perfect excuse for a race.

Tom got to her first. "Hey, Tiff. I heard there was a crazy party at your place last night. I didn't know you were that type."

Tiffany groaned, and dug her nails into the straps of her backpack. "I'm not. Sarah, my roommate, threw a party while I was gone over the weekend. When I got back, I found some drunk guy in the closet, covered in my shoes."

Mark arrived just then, breathless. "Drunk guy in your closet? What exactly was he doing in there?"

Tiffany turned very red and wouldn't answer, until after several minutes of loud teasing, she finally blurted out. "I just went to get dressed and there was this guy in my closet, and...he was screwing my rain-boots!"

"SSHHHHHHHH" Hissed Tom and Mark, looking around to see if anyone had heard that, but all they saw was a short girl about half a block back, with her hair flowing over her face.

"So, he was like..." Stammered Mark, half confused.

"Yea, you know those pink and yellow rain-boots I really loved? He was having a real fun time with them." Tiffany's cheeks were as red as blood.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Tom.

"Move out. Find a room-mate that's sane."

Tom and Mark smirked to each other over her head. They knew just the place.