All Chapters of My Roommate is a Boy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RIVERI should be happy this was what I wanted, but that email sitting in my phone with a timer was nerve-wracking. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly and now it felt like I was tossed in a torturous abyss. Why I thought it was going to be extreme torture to live with Taylor: I had filed for a change of room or roommate too many times and now that I was getting used to being in his space, I had to decide on staying here. What if the accommodations office thinks I am being ridiculous? If I told my father about this, he would say this was God in action and ask me to move at once. If I told Taylor I feared that the victory I had would be short-lived. The ride to the restaurant was unusually quiet, but I liked it that way. It gave me time to think over what I should be doing now. “So this is where students like you have dates?” Aunt G wiggled her eyebrows as we sat at our assigned dates. Taylor, who was sipping on his water, began coughing, drops of water sputtering from his

RIVERThe room that carried his voice dropped silent. The kind you can cut through with a butter knife. This was not how I expected anything to go. I had a perfect plan in my head. The only problem now was that everyone refused to go along with the role I had for them. Taylor moved quickly and pulled me in. As soon as my body touched his and his scent filled my nose, tears dropped down my face, and my body began shaking so uncontrollably that I was not sure if I would be able to stop crying. His hands wrapped around me as he swayed me from side to side. Finally, the tears dried, and he pulled away, guiding me to the living room couch. He brought a glass of water, and I tried to smile, but I was sure I was failing too well. “Here,” he murmured as I took the cup from him. Sipping on it and then realising how thirsty I was. “I think the relationship between my father and me is now successfully ruined. I have managed to do the words….” Tears began to flow down my face as I spoke. The

RIVERRiding Taylor’s motorbike, which I was sure was a death trap, had now become a new normal for me. He brought it one night, claiming it was faster and he wanted to get me home in time, so I didn't miss my morning classes. Since I had no other option, I hopped on and held on too tightly to him. Since then, he'd bring the motorcycle and shrug. “To get you home faster.” I didn't mind riding on it anymore. Most nights, I was too tired to even try to make sense of the ornery one back home, and I was trying my best not to fall asleep on the bike. Taylor was too intentional about keeping the romance alive. He'd swing by once a day to just say hi and then hand me something to eat. And every time we got the chance to, he would order something sweet and make me eat it on the floor. “We are having floor dates,” he would declare when we ate from takeout boxes as he memorised his lines and I tried to understand all the jargon. Aunt G was occasionally checking in on me. She sent a few buck

RIVERI stepped out of the hall; it was my final paper for the first semester, and I finally felt a huge burden being lifted off me. I had some kind of satisfaction because I knew I had done better than expected. Elise and Lana were waiting outside for me. “So glad that is finally over,” Lana yawned as she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “Me too,” Elise said with glee. “There is a party tomorrow,” she said, already snapping back to being the social butterfly that she was. Lana and I rolled our eyes at her. We couldn't believe that even now, she was more worried about partying than the tension of the results. “We have done our best now to love like young college girls,” she declared. “Before that, the guys’ showcase is tonight, so that means…” “We have to be there,” Elise finished for Lana. They had both teased me about Taylor when I finally told them. “I told you that would happen,” Lana said with a squeal. “Side by side, they look like the perfect couple. A bad boy and

RIVERTaykor had spent the entire morning making sure that the car was in fit shape to drive across states. I would have loved a flight, hoping we'd get there in one hour, but he seemed so excited about driving. “I think we would be able to bond more,” he said, and I agreed. It was time for me to make my own choices, and a road trip was relatively cheaper, meaning I had money to spare. “How many more times are you going to check the oil?” I stuck my head out of the window to try to look at him. We had loaded the car and had almost moved, but he didn't; he got down instead with a murmur of having to make sure the engine had water and oil. “I just have to be sure,” he called back at me. Eyes squinted, trying to fight off the high afternoon sun. “I don’t want anything to happen.” “You know if you aren’t sure of…” I stopped when he slammed the bonnet shut and slid back into the driver’s seat. “I have never been so sure of anything in my life as I am of this at this moment,” he sighe