Annoying Roommate Novels & Stories

My roommate was supposed to be someone named Zayn. Room 214. As I entered, I heard loud noise from down the hall… someone complaining about push-up competitions, someone shouting about a lost sneaker, someone laughing like they had no worries in life. Ah. Boy universe. Loud. Chaotic. Smelled faintly like deodorant and ego. Finally, I reached my door. My hand trembled slightly as I pushed it open. The room was surprisingly cozy. Two beds, two desks, warm lighting. One side neat and organized… a sign that someone took pride in their space. Thank goodness.

◇ KEL ◇ "How's he doing?" "Worse, of course," my sister muttered on the other line. I shut up after Jill's reply. "Just hop on a flight. Say it's an emergency leave." "Would be nice if I had the option," I sighed as I furiously rubbed a soap-drenched sponge onto the floor tiles. I cursed myself in my head, well aware of the three things Miles hated about having a roommate. Number one on the list? Sharing.

He nearly broke my eardrums! "Astra Velorina! I've been calling you for hours and you're not picking up! What the hell is going on with you?!" He shouted on the other line. I sighed wearily before turning to the other side of the bed, now facing my current roommate's space. "Sorry. Didn't notice," I answered curtly, rolling my eyes. "Don't you fucking lie to me! You're clearly ignoring my calls!" Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine. You're calling because...?"

He bursted. "What?" The music was bustling loudly, I switched off the speaker and asked again. "What happened?" "Miss Nolan.." his voice was stern. "I need a perfect eight hours of sleep and you're disturbing my sleep by creating such a hassle of a noise." "I'm sorry." I sighed. "My room is right below yours, such inconvenience will not be tolerated here. Next time, do not do such noisy things which will affect my routine." " Okay . " "Why are you so calm?" And this question angered me.

“Drama. I get it. My ex’s mom tried to sue me for ‘alienation of affection’ when we broke up. She lost. But still. Drama.” I laughed again. “That’s insane.” “Welcome to college.” She grinned. “So, roommate rules. One: No loud sex when the other is trying to sleep. Two: if you’re crying, I get to bring snacks and ask invasive questions. Three: We split fridge space fifty-fifty. Four: if either of us needs an alibi, we’ve got each other.” I stared at her. Then grinned back. “Deal.” She held out her pinky. I hooked mine around it.

When I entered the dorm room, I was greeted by three guys lounging on the couch, engrossed in a heated gaming session. I cleared my throat, trying to get their attention. "Excuse me," I said, trying to sound assertive, but I couldn't get any of their attention. I then walked over to the TV and unplugged it, they then screamed "what the f**k" I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?"

"Whatever mess you've gotten yourself into, deal with it before you come back here. I'm not interested in being dragged into problems that have nothing to do with me." "Lucas... I-I'm sorry about what you saw that day," he said, wincing in pain. "It really isn't what you think it is." “There’s nothing to apologize for,” I said. “We’re just roommates—nothing more. Whatever you choose to do with your life is your business, not mine.." “But whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into, make sure it stays outside this house. I have no intention of being caught in the crossfire or cleaning up problems that don’t belong to me.”

and tried to get past Zara. Zara, however, did not relent, "Hey, wash my socks! Why do you refuse to do such a small favor? It's just a couple of pairs of socks!" The longer I got to know Arthur, the more I realized that Arthur was mild-mannered and the others had hateful faces and bad attitudes. My roommates are really annoying the more I see them, and I don't even want to talk to them much. "Even a 6-year-old knows how to do their own thing. I'm not going to help."

Living in an apartment is fun, but not when you wake up at three in the morning and then suddenly you hear someone laughing—I mean moaning. Yes, moaning, you know that sound when both person, wether if it is girl and boy, boy and boy, girl and girl, it's the same sound when you're making love with you beloved partner, and may I tell you that it's disgusting. I mean, can't they just put sound proof in their room so that they can moan, scream more loud to their hearts content? I can't really relate to them so let's just skipp that part. Living alone became one of my hobbies, if the landlord tells me to get me a roommate I'll automatically decline her kind offer.

I said a little bit sarcastically. As the weeks went by, a growing sense of irritation settled within me whenever I found myself in the presence of Richard, my roommate. It was his persistent insistence on a seemingly trivial matter that grated on my nerves—his unwavering determination to make me eat tomatoes, a food I had always despised.