Crush On Roommate Novels & Stories

Mitch glanced down at his dinner. “You made this, Reena? Even the sauce?” “Yep.” She took a sip of red wine. “It’s not complicated.” “It’s amazing.” “Thanks.” “So.” Mitch picked up his wine glass. “Our Big Three Compromises?” She brushed her hair back. “Yep. The most invaluable part of any roommate relationship, I swear.” “OK. Shoot.” “When two people live together, there are always things about the other person that drive them crazy.” Yeah. Like long blonde hair, perfect pink lips and sky-blue eyes. Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena.

Yup, looks like summer streaking in their local nudist beach came early for both of them. Moral of the story: GET A ROOM! ++++++++++ FAITHFULLY Some roomies in Krus na Ligas once went out for a drink. By the time it was early morning, all four of them were tipsy. It was then that they decided to talk about a certain "secret" with one another. Roommate 1: Really dude, you’re amazing! How do you do that? Roommate 2: Yeah bro, you’re so great. We so admire you, man!

Because we had grown up together and were way too used to each other, he treated me with an overfamiliar intimacy that had absolutely no boundaries. We could share the same hoodie and drink from the same cup of bubble tea. He finished my leftovers, too. He would even help me wash my underwear. These were things only couples in a serious relationship would normally do, but I knew he only saw me as his female best friend. It wasn't that he was incapable in that department, or that he swung the other way. It was just that, when he was little, he'd caught his mother in bed with another man. The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed

“You never hum. Who is this guy and when do I get to meet him?” I shrugged innocently, biting into my sandwich. “There is no guy. I’m just happy. New apartment. New energy. That’s it.” Anita rolled her eyes. “Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.” I laughed and changed the subject quickly, but inside I was dying. How was I supposed to explain that my roommate — her cousin had been sneaking into my room at night, and last night I basically invited him to keep doing it?

"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.”

“He’s a fucking cancer. The guy’s been trying to get in my head for two seasons. He’s...” “He’s on our team now,” Coach said flatly. “And there’s more. Housing situation’s tight mid-season. All the other rooms are doubled up. The only single left is yours.” Liam stared at him, disbelief crashing over fury. “You’re telling me I have to room with that asshole?” Coach gave him a sympathetic look that didn’t help at all. “Just until we sort something out. Maybe a month or two. Consider it team bonding.” Liam laughed, but there was no humor in it. The sound was raw and angry.

Chapter 13 MAX “Something came up. I won't be able to make it for Wednesday's study session. Is it fine if I miss this week?” I wondered if I'd said it a bit too harsh last night. She looked flustered. Concerned, even. But I wasn't going to say anything more than that. Suddenly, someone collided with me. I felt his muscles tense the minute our bodies bashed. Direct. It had to be intentional. The ball slipped from my hands, ricocheting off the hardwood before it rolled out of bounds.

I’ll start imagining futures I can’t provide. I’ll start believing I could be enough. And when reality finally crashes in—and it always does—I’ll be the one left humiliated, exposed, and broken. So I did the only thing I know how to do. I pushed her away before she could see how small my world really is. I reach my place, and unlock the door. Inside, the room is quiet, sparse, familiar. My roommate isn't at home. Good! Because he would have noticed my mood and started pestering me to talk to him. And I don't want that.

But was him finding a replacement during the three years I was away an act of loving me? Knock, knock. The sudden sound of knocking on the door made Charles regain his rationality. He let go and turned to the door. Susan’s delicate voice came through. “Charles, could you come out for a bit?” Charles stood up and opened the door to speak with her. “What is it?” “Zach wants to sleep with you. I’ve been trying to calm him down, but it’s useless. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. I’ll go with you.” He comforted the uneasy Susan with a gentle voice before he gave me a meaningful look and left.

I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I woke up to my roommate huffing and puffing throughout the room. I lazily got up from my bed knowing I needed to shower and get ready for the campus tour. Roommate seemed to be throwing a fit about something, slamming things down, but I paid her no mind. As she said this was a single dorm. I didn't exist to her and she didn't exist to me.