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More Than Roommates Chapter 111
AlexThe gym smells like rubber and old sweat and something citrusy that never quite masks either. It’s late afternoon, the hour where daylight still sneaks through the high windows but everything inside feels enclosed anyway, like the world narrowed itself down to this rectangle of court and sound.I’m sitting on the lowest row of bleachers with my jacket folded beside me, camera bag at my feet even though I’m not filming. I told myself I might grab a few shots for reference. Warm-ups, footwork.The ball thumps against the floor in steady rhythm. Sneakers squeal. Someone laughs too loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls and coming back wrong.Seth is already sweating, hair darkened at the temples, shoulders loose as he jogs back into position. He doesn’t look up at the bleachers. He knows I’m here. I told him earlier, offhand, while we were brushing our teeth side by side.Might stop by practice, I’d said around toothpaste foam.He’d nodded, mouth full, and that was it.This is wha
More Than Roommates Chapter 110
AlexBy the time I get to the auditorium, the chairs are already halfway set up, metal legs screeching against the floor every time someone adjusts one an inch too far left. It smells like dust and burnt coffee and whatever cleaning solution Facilities uses when they’re trying to pretend a room is new again.I stop just inside the doors and stand there longer than I need to.The screen at the front is still blank. Someone is fiddling with the projector, tapping it like it’s a stubborn animal. A mic squeals, cuts out, squeals again. And a couple people laugh.This is it, I think.This is the moment where the thing stops being mine.Three days ago, it was still a timeline on my laptop, waveforms stacked like a city skyline, color grades I kept nudging warmer, cooler, warmer again because I couldn’t decide what honesty looked like in saturation. Three days ago, it lived in my headphones and in the quiet hum of my room at two in the morning.Now it’s… this.Folding chairs, a podium and
More Than Roommates Chapter 109: Stipends and Suprises
Alex~The first thing I notice is the time, because it’s already wrong.Seth is already gone when I wake up, which shouldn’t surprise me because practice mornings have been like this lately, but it still feels strange in my chest. The room holds onto him in pieces the faint citrus of his deodorant, his hoodie slung over the back of the chair instead of hung properly in the closet, the dent in the pillow beside mine that hasn’t smoothed out yet.I lie there longer than I should, staring at the ceiling fan as it ticks around lazily, trying to convince myself I’m rested.I’m not.My phone is face-down on the nightstand. I flip it over and squint at the notifications: three emails, two calendar reminders, a message from the queer collective asking if I can “just tweak the audio mix one more time,” and a low-battery warning because apparently even my phone is tired.I sit up, joints stiff, and drag my laptop closer with my foot.The project opens where I left it.Timeline stacked tight. V
More Than Roommates Chapter 108: Calls 2
Alex~The kettle’s been screaming for a while before I realize it’s not going to stop on its own.I’m on the floor, back against the couch, laptop balanced on my thighs, staring at the same cut in my timeline I’ve been nudging back and forth for ten minutes without changing anything. When the sound finally cuts through, it feels like it’s calling me out.“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing myself up.The kitchen light is already on. Seth must’ve left it that way when he came in from practice earlier, shoes kicked off too close to the door, gym bag slumped against the wall like it gave up halfway. The place smells faintly like sweat and detergent and whatever cheap soap he uses when he showers too fast.I turn the kettle off and pour the water that has been boiling too long. The mug’s already on the counter. I don’t remember putting it there.Seth’s in the bedroom, door half open. I can hear him moving around, drawers opening and closing, the low thud of something getting dropped and not picked
More Than Roommates Chapter 107: Call him
AlexSeth doesn’t answer his phone the first time it rings.I don’t notice right away. I’m halfway through trimming audio, headphones on, waveform pulled tight across my screen, when his phone starts vibrating on the desk beside me. Once. Stops. Again.I glance over.Unknown number.I reach for it out of reflex, then stop myself. It’s not my phone. It’s not my place. Seth is in the shower anyway, steam fogging the bathroom mirror, water hammering the pipes like it always does when he takes too long.The phone goes still.I turn back to my screen, tell myself it’s nothing. Spam. One of those automated campus surveys. Anything.Thirty seconds later, it lights up again.Same number.This time I pause the track.“Seth,” I call, raising my voice just enough to cut through the water. “Your phone.”“What?” His voice echoes, distorted. “Who is it?”“I don’t know. Unknown number.”There’s a beat. The water shuts off abruptly.“Can you—” He stops himself. “Just answer it. Put it on speaker.”Th
More Than Roommates Chapter 106: Jordy
Jordan~ Sleep doesn’t come the way it’s supposed to. I don’t toss and turn, I just lie there, eyes open, listening to the radiator knock like it’s trying to say something and failing. At some point, my phone lights up again. I don’t reach for it right away. When I do, it’s not Alex this time. It’s an email. From: Exhibition Committee Subject: Final-Year Installation Walkthrough Schedule I sit up. The room feels colder instantly, like my body noticed before my brain did. I open it. Dates. Time slots. My name listed second from the top, right under someone whose work has been in two galleries already. Walkthrough: Mandatory. I read it twice, then a third time slower. This isn’t feedback. This isn’t suggestion. This is presentation. I swing my legs out of bed and stand there for a moment, phone still in my hand, grounding myself in the fact that the floor is solid and I’m not about to fall through it. I cross the room and open my laptop again. The
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