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Two people passing in the same set of rooms, careful never to need anything from each other. Roommates. That was the word, if a man wanted to be honest about it.

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”

I asked, unable to contain my frustration. She attempted to maintain her composure and said, "It's not worth mentioning. Besides, according to our rule, you shouldn't have entered my room." Her words hit me deeply, feeling hurt and powerless. How could she not see that I was genuinely concerned for her well-being? "I was worried about you. Seeing you trembling like this, don't try to act cool like you always do. You don't have to put up a front in front of me. We're roommates, and roommates are supposed to help each other," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of anger and concern.

Quickly, I pulled away and ran to the room I shared with Thiago. Yes, unlike most colleges, this one had dorms that looked almost like mini apartments; ours had a little kitchen area with living space, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. I roomed with Thiago, and Sheldon roomed with Jake. Like I mentioned, it has been awkward ever since Thiago gave me eyes that I couldn't read, and I just avoided the rest. Well, it was working until an hour ago when Sheldon texted that I get takeout since no one was cooking.

Shrugging, I took the bra I had worn yesterday from the floor, wore it, dressed myself up, put on my wig, a slight touch of lip gloss and I was good to go. Drove over to Lucy and Williams. I had a spare key so I badge in to their cosy apartment to meet them cuddle up and watching their favourite telemondo series. They were my roommates and also my best friends. Don't get things twisted, I live with them sometimes especially when I am feeling low because I hate loneliness not because I can't afford to live on my own. "Hey lovebirds, I can't believe you guys are watching this episode again? "I love the humour in this series so much" Lucy stated.

she said, reaching over and holding my hand, rubbing small circles on my palm with her thumb. I sighed a little, looking down at her delicate hand over mine. “Yeah, sure, I understand. It is a bit of an odd situation having a female roommate. I’ll admit it’s a bit unorthodox, and many would call it scandalous. But she’s an excellent friend to Ashton and me, and she has her own room, and we have ours. Nothing scandalous ever happens. Closest to scandalous might be seeing Ashton or me without a shirt, which really if you go to a beach, pool, gym, or go for a run, you can see a man not wearing a shirt.” I shrugged. Oh, how I wish something scandalous would happen with Adder and myself.

“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?”

Hyde and his wife do only what is good for business, even if it means giving an exclusive nude performance to a group of forty-year-old men and letting them do very, very unspeakable things to you. I finally found the black pants in one of the bags belonging to my roommates. I swore and kicked angrily as I dragged it out. The shirt is nowhere to be seen. Since this week, my roommates and I have not gotten along, and converting my shirt will just be a perfect reason to continue our fight. A heavy kick pushed the door open. I turned my neck and looked in the direction of the door, where a huge, dominant figure was standing. The manager. His big boots stomp into the room. His eyes scan my body,

I pointed out the obvious. “Come on, let me help you in. Trust me, you have the best roommates. Shane and Scott would be so happy to have you. They’re a set of twins and might make you feel left out at times, but trust me, they are the best. We’re friends,” he boasted as he walked to my door, knocked, then pushed it open without even waiting for a reply. “Shane! Scott! Your roommate is here,” he yelled, but got no response.