And They Were Roomates Novels & Stories

"Originally there were four of us. Finn, Ryland, Grant, and me. Our freshman year we all ended up roommates in the quad." He says the term with a deep voice but explains before I probe him. "The dorms all had a quad room on each floor. It was the room at the end of the hallway, which used up all the extra space. Since it was bigger, they put more of us in them. Living with three other guys was not always the easiest thing.

Each bedroom had a study table, a dresser, a single bed, and soft beige curtains that brushed the windows gently whenever the wind slipped in. Our parents agreed to the arrangement because we told them we didn’t want anything loud or fancy. We just wanted to study, graduate, and return home. Of course, I was roommates with Raven. Who else would I rather share a space with than my best friend? We’d known each other since middle school—been through heartbreaks, bad grades, and late-night breakdowns together. Living under the same roof only felt natural.

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

Her breath stutters. The candle flame bends suddenly as a breeze slips through the window. They both notice it at the same time. Alicia reaches forward to steady the candle. Their fingers brush. Electric. Brief. Unmistakable. She pulls back immediately. “I—sorry,” she says. “It’s okay,” he replies, just as quick. They sit back in their places, hearts beating louder than the rain. “This doesn’t change anything,” she says after a moment. “We’re still just roommates.” “Yeah,” he agrees. “Just… two people sharing space.” “And honesty,” she adds. “And honesty,” he echoes. The candle burns low. When they finally lie down that night, the rain continues to fall. And though neither of them says it al

Hailey rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Unbelievable," she said. Hailey's roommate did the same. They never had a good relationship with each other during their college days and have always been putting up a front. People call them the two-faced roommates because they were always bitting each other's back but when face to face, they cannot.

At his dorm, he showed me around quickly as we headed for his suite. A sitting room and two bedrooms. His other two roommates were guys on the soccer and swim team. Kyle half-joked that they spent so much time together that he thought they were having sex even though they both had girlfriends. I smiled and said, hey, fun is where you find it, better if you break a few rules. Kyle blushed a little and opened his bedroom door. A twelve-by-twelve room, two single beds, two desks. Some posters on the walls, a cheap rug on the floor. It didn't smell like boy. I tossed my duffle on the other bed.

Hot water spilled across the floor, and steam curled upward. "I'm so sick of this! Why do we even have to run morning drills? And there's an eight a.m. class too! Didn't they say university was supposed to mean freedom? I nearly killed myself studying to get in—if I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have enrolled in university!" As Lucy vented, the other two roommates exchanged glances. One of them, Joey Marcell, laughed and teased, "Then just get pregnant. Pregnant students get special treatment. You wouldn't have to do any of that."

discount, putting the rent just within my budget. The owner, a girl named Maeve, seemed to be overseas. We could only talk over a staticky phone line. She explained it was a two-bedroom, which meant sharing. I didn’t care. I needed out of that hotel, fast. “A roommate? I’m fine with that. Is it you I’d be sharing with?” Maeve’s voice cut in and out through the static. “...owner… living there? Yes… If that’s… okay… you should sign the lease soon.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, princess.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”