Harrison had a way of making his presence known long before he was actually present. So when I looked up from my desk to see him standing across from me without the usual door-slamming, foot-stomping, backpack-chucking entrance, I was mildly surprised. Okay, I nearly fell out of my chair.

“Holy crap man,” I stammered, “when did you get here?”

“Just now.” He was whispering with a giant gleaming grin suspended across his face, leaning in slowly over my homework. “I have something to tell you.”

“Get your freaking talons off my desk, you freaking gargoyle,” I said. “Can’t you see I’m working?”

“I found the one, Jack,” he whispered.

“The one? You mean, some chick?”

“Not some chick. Some amazing chick. And dude, you have no idea, she is one hot babe. I mean smoking.”

“You don’t even know her name, do you?”

“Nope. But dude, I’ve got a plan.”

“Here it comes.” I paused. “Sit down already, will you?”

Harrison backed up and sat on the bed. “I’m dating her roommate, uh, Jill. It can’t possibly go wrong!”