SuperStar!

Harvard's campus buzzed with activity as students hauled suitcases, parents offered teary goodbyes, and the occasional lost freshman wandered aimlessly with a map. In the midst of it all, Precious Jones walked with an air of forced calm, her hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie. She wasn't going to show how excited—or nervous—she really was.

Trailing behind her was the Jones family: Adam, Emily, and Ethan, all carrying various boxes and bags. Ethan, hiding beneath a hoodie, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, looked like a suspicious celebrity cliché.

Precious sighed loudly as they entered her dorm building. "Ethan, I still don't get why you came. Don't you have, like, 50 interviews to do?"

Ethan shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Harvard's a big deal. I couldn't miss this. Plus, you'd never forgive me if I didn't come."

"I wouldn't care," Precious shot back.

"Sure, you wouldn't," Ethan replied, grinning wider.

Adam chuckled, adjusting a box on his hip. "You two never change. Precious, just admit you're glad he's here."

Precious rolled her eyes but didn't respond, focusing instead on the hallway ahead.

When they reached her dorm room, she opened the door to reveal a cozy double with a neat bed on one side and an unmade mattress on the other, strewn with various belongings.

"Looks like your roommate's already been here," Emily observed, setting down a box. "Seems nice enough."

"Yeah, until she finds out she's stuck with you," Ethan teased, pulling off his sunglasses and hoodie. His hair was slightly messy, but somehow he still managed to look like he'd stepped out of a music video.

Precious shot him a glare. "You're not funny."

"No, but I'm famous," Ethan said, grinning. "Big difference."

As they unpacked, the room filled with chatter. Adam and Emily reminisced about their own college days, Ethan provided a running commentary about the terrible posters people were hanging in the hallway, and Precious tried—and failed—to keep her annoyance in check.

Then the door opened.

A short girl with curly hair stepped in, dragging a suitcase. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she scanned the room. Her gaze landed on Ethan, who was now holding one of Precious' pillows and smirking about its floral print.

"Oh my God," the girl said, her voice trembling. "You're Ethan Jones."

Ethan looked up, his smirk fading. "Uh, hey."

The girl dropped her suitcase with a thud. "Ethan Jones! You're the Ethan Jones!" Her voice rose with every word.

"Okay, okay!" Emily interjected, waving her hands. "Inside voices, please."

Precious groaned, slumping onto her bed. "Here we go."

The roommate's voice didn't lower. "You're kidding me. I've watched every interview. Your album—'One of a Kind'—is my anthem! Wait, I need a picture. No, an autograph! No, both!"

Ethan held up his hands. "Alright, calm down. We can do that, just… no screaming. I'm trying to keep a low profile."

Adam chuckled. "Well, so much for that."

The roommate was undeterred, pulling out her phone and snapping a dozen pictures. "This is insane. I can't believe this is happening. You're, like, in my dorm room. I'll never sleep here again!"

"Great," Precious muttered under her breath. "One day in, and my roommate's already lost her mind."

After much negotiation—and Emily's soothing reassurances—the roommate calmed down enough for Ethan to sign a notebook and pose for a few photos. She stared at the autographed page as though it were a sacred artifact, clutching it to her chest.

"Thank you," she whispered, her excitement finally subsiding. "This is the best day of my life."

"You're welcome," Ethan replied, chuckling. "Now, maybe we can all get back to unpacking?"

As the roommate finally turned her attention to her side of the room, Ethan's phone began to buzz incessantly. He glanced at the screen and groaned.

"Bill," he muttered, silencing the call. Then it buzzed again. And again.

"You should take it," Emily suggested. "Your team probably needs you."

Ethan checked the time: 1:30 PM. He sighed. "Alright, I'll go soon." He turned to Precious. "But before I do, you need to check my YouTube page."

Precious raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Just do it," Ethan said, smirking.

Suspicious, Precious pulled out her phone. Her roommate immediately leaned over, her excitement rekindled. "Wait, did he post something new? Is this another release?"

Precious hesitated, glancing at Ethan. His grin didn't waver.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Open it and see," Ethan replied, his tone mischievous.

Precious tapped on Ethan's channel. At the top of the page was a video titled "Photograph."

Her eyes widened. "What—?"

Her roommate let out a squeal. "Another release?! Oh my God, Precious, play it now!"

But before Precious could react, Ethan's smirk widened, and he slipped on his hoodie and sunglasses. "I'll let you two enjoy that," he said. "Catch you later, sis."

As he walked out, Precious stared at the video, her curiosity battling with her frustration. Ethan always had a knack for leaving her with more questions than answers.