I dont know what to title this but i have a good idea...(OxO, Open!)

“Oh yeah! Don’t want to be late…again,” Alexander chuckled. He was late more than he probably should be, and he didn’t want to be late for the second time that week. “See you later, dude.”

Miguel smiled, "Yeah see you, don't be late." With that, waved and then turned walking to his class which was down the hall.

Alexander headed up a couple flights of stairs quickly, not wanting to be late. He arrived just on time, thankfully, plopping into his seat in the front. He couldn’t wait for Jared’s party, though he knew it was really because he disliked sitting in a desk all day.

Miguel didn't know what to really expect of Jared's party. He didn't know him that well but since Alexander seemed really excited for it, Miguel would go with him. He knew he should probably branch out anyways, Alexander was his only close friend.
The class started and the teacher handed out the tests, which they were to work on throughout the entire class period.

Alexander spent the class period taking notes with his meticulous writing style. He liked writing his notes out on paper; it made them easier to wrap his head around and it just looked nicer. Alexander usually had study groups before hard tests anyway, so whatever he missed one of his friends would probably get.

Jared’s parties weren’t as rowdy as some of Alexander’s friends’ parties (Avery’s parties were always intense), and it usually wasn’t too crowded. But the last time he had gone to one of Jared’s parties it hadn’t exactly been calm either.

Miguel easily understood everything on the test and finished well before some others who were either zoning out or overthinking a problem. He sat in his seat and read his book waiting for the class to finish.

At the end of class, Alexander sighed with relief. He wasn’t entirely sure why he needed this History credit, but English and History did go hand in hand. He strolled out of his classroom, heading down the stairs happily.

Miguel’s next class, Biology was located in a different part of the college so he had to walk a bit. A good thing was that it didn’t start for another thirty minutes which gave plenty him plenty of time to make it there and recheck his homework.

Alexander noticed Miguel and grinned, walking up to him. His next class wasn’t for two hours. He’d wanted something closer to his first class but that wasn’t available. “Hey Miguel!” he said with that wave of his.

Miguel looked up from staring at his homework while walking and tucked it under his arm, “Hey Alexander. Your class isn’t for awhile, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple of hours to kill, you doing homework?” he asked, though after a moment it was quite obvious that was what Miguel was doing. Duh. Alexander blushed slightly, hoping the other boy didn’t notice.

“Reviewing it, making sure I answered correctly.” He answered looking back at the paper not noticing the other blush. “My class starts in half an hour, it’s in a different building.”

“Sounds cool,” Alexander said. “Mind if I hang with you while I work on my writing assignment?”

Miguel nodded and smiled, “Yeah, sure! How about we go to the benches outside, between this building and the one I have to go to next?”

“Sounds like a plan!” Alexander agreed brightly. He liked sitting outside; it was nice. One of his favorite spots was under a big, shady tree.

“Well come on then.” Miguel answered, walking past him towards the door, using his free hand to motion him. It was quite nice outside today, warm and sunny.

Alexander followed him cheerfully, smiling at the sun on his face. “It’s a nice day today!” he remarked.

Might nodded, smiling back at him, "Yeah, it is isn't it?" Alexander's cheerfulness made his heart soar, his friend was so amazing, maybe Miguel would finally tell him at the party…maybe.

He plopped down on the bench, getting his stuff organized for a moment before pulling out his notebook and a pencil. Alexander always wrote in pencil so he could easily fix his mistakes and could never seem to settle on one thing.

Miguel's attention shifted from the time, Alexander, and the scenery. He glanced at what Alexander was working on, "So what are you working on?" He asked.

“Just a creative writing thing,” Alexander said. “It’s a short story. Mine is about this dude who realizes his apartment is haunted and befriends the ghost.”

Miguel nodded, "Oh that sounds cool. How much do you have done so far? Or did you just get it today?" He glanced at his phone again, checking the time, ten minutes till class. The time had passed quickly, more quick than Miguel liked.

“Almost, do you want to read it so far?” he replied, holding out the notebook to Miguel. “It’s only my first draft and I haven’t proofed it or anything yet,” he added by way of explanation, hoping his friend didn’t think it was too bad.

“Sure!” Miguel took the notebook and slowly reading through it. He smiled, “Its really good so far! You’re doing a great job!”

Alexander beamed. “Really? Thanks!” He personally thought that it wasn’t that good, even though he’d put a lot of thought into it but he didn’t want to admit that. “I wasn’t sure about the scene where the dude first meets the ghost,” he said instead.

“No, no I think it’s great! You’ll get a good grade for sure.” Miguel encouraged, a smile still on his face. Once more he looked at his phone, then sighed and stood up, slipping it back into his pocket. “I should get going, I’ll see you later.”

"See you!" Alexander called, clearly in a good mood. He smiled at his friend again before going back to his story.

(should we just time skip to the party?)

(Yeah)

Miguel was both excited and nervous for the party that was soon to start at Jared’s. He stood outside his dorm room door, waiting for Alexander. He tugged on the sleeves of his gray jacket that he put on over his shirt.

Alexander glanced in the mirror before heading out. He’s changed into slightly less preppy outfit of a pastel blue t-shirt and jeans rolled up at the ankles with his favorite white chunky sneakers. His hair was as much of a mess as ever, but he elected to ignore that. Messy could be cool.

He headed out of his dorm and towards Miguel’s with a bit of excitement, still in a good mood. He grinned when he saw his friend. “Hey Miguel.”