All Roommates Love Novels & Stories

I say as I put my focus back on my food. “What?” Lisa mutters in disbelief. “So…what’s your name again?” Lorenzo rests his chin on his locked fingers. “Kelvin.” I smile, a fake one. “Right. So you and Lisa are what…course mates?” “Actually…we are roommates,” Lisa butts in. “Wow. The let females pair with males now?” “Not actually. It’s just because Kelvin is barely around. He bought a spacious apartment close to school .” It’s like I’m not here, and to be honest, I like the fact that Lisa is answering these questions on my behalf.

She has a roommate, too, a Vietnamese girl with the same major as her. It also seems like they're friends, so maybe I can befriend the roommate, too. Us nerds usually have a lot to talk about. It wouldn't be too suspicious. Plus, it's a known fact around our department that I love to liaise with other students, pick their brains on studies, and published medical journals.

All my money is yours. "I bought you a gift, babe. Remember to collect it." ... My other two roommates were green with envy. "Miranda, he must really like you. He's even buying you gifts!" "All his money is yours? It must be true love. Everyone's right. It's best to date the rich." "It's a fairy tale come to life. Such is the love between princes and princesses." ... I was rendered speechless at their envy. Did they not find it all far too fantastical? Pretty words cost nothing. How was this considered true love?

I replied with a smile. "Okay" Sarah said. "FUTA’s cool, a very nice place. It's huge too and the landscape is rather intriguing" I replied staring at the already almost set sun. "Whoa!" Sarah said. "My roommates are weird and I think we might not get along that much" I added. "What do you mean? You've barely spent 24 hours together!” Sarah exclaimed. "Just call it my eighth sense okay?" I said. "Roger that, but none of them are cool?" Sarah asked again.

Every few minutes someone is coming to refill they glass with non alcoholic drink or pop corn or snacks are being refills. Stephanie has not join them, saying she has an important meeting to attend tomorrow. Maxwell and Bastian are having a drink in the living room, smoking a cigar. While the four of them, are chattering and laughing out loud on the jokes Scott and Nathan are cracking on each other. Emma ignore Sharon mostly but she has not say or done anything to intimidate Sharon. At a certain time, Emma has move herself in Scott embrace and they were giving each other some sly smiles and whispering into each other ears.

My smile vanished instantly, and instead, red had taken over my face. “I wonder if roommates also beg each other to have sex with them when they’re drunk?” He proceeded. “Not to mention - be mad when they’re denied of it?” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Key word here is drunk. I was drunk out of my mind when I did that so you can’t hold that against me.” “I’m not, I’m just stating how roommates behave. Lusting after each other, making out at friend’s party, demanding sex - how to be roommates 101. Maybe we should write a book about it.”

“No, seriously. What’s in it?” She shrugged. “Root vegetables. Bone broth. A whisper of fennel. And magic.” I leaned back, letting the warmth settle in my chest. “I used to think dinners like this only happened in stories. Or TV shows.” June raised her glass. “To the weirdest roommates anyone could ever have.” “To Bella,” Harper added. “For choosing something that’s hers. And letting us be part of it.” I clinked my glass against theirs. “To us. The almost-normal life we never thought we’d get.”

They were heartbreakers, and proud of it. “Nice boots,” the one on the left said with an assessing gaze. Julian elbowed him in the ribs, hard enough to make his buddy wince. Julian cleared his throat. “Hey, Delilah. Hey, Sabrina. These are my roommates.” “Charmed,” Sabrina gushed, flicking her hand out for the twin on the right. He accepted her hand with a crooked grin and kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is mine, Sabrina.”

“And you’re allergic to shirts. Let’s meet in the middle.” He reached for a napkin and a pen. “Great. Let’s draft a clause.” I raised an eyebrow. “A clause?” He scribbled dramatically and held it up. THE ROOMMATE CLAUSE • No loud sex after 10PM • No nakedness in common areas unless mutually agreed • No falling in love I stared at it. “You’re kidding.” He pushed it across the counter. “Sign here.” “Where’s the clause about you not touching yourself in the living room?”

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.