Filling Up My Roommates Novels & Stories

“I know. I used it. I’m washing it.” “Use the other ones.” He shut off the water, set the mug on the rack, and turned around slowly. “You’re not mad about the mug.” “I am exactly mad about the mug.” “No.” His eyes moved over her sleep shirt, her bare legs, the way she was already braced for an argument. “You’re mad that this place doesn’t feel temporary anymore.” Tessa hated how accurate that was. “We’re roommates.” “We’re roommates who can’t keep their hands off each other.”

"I told you earlier that they have always been more her friends than mine. And not because I don't like them, but because the ages are different and we have different ideas of what recreation, fun, is." "I see." "Last month, Alexandra told me that she was advertising for a roommate position in her apartment. That she needed someone to talk to, that she was feeling a little lonely. I guess her friends were more distractions than anything else.... And that she needed someone who really understood her. Someone besides me." Emanuele nods and drinks a glass of water while Joshua takes a breath to continue the explanation.

Letting myself fall back into his bed like it meant something. But then I smiled softly. Controlled. Safe. “I can’t,” I said, adjusting the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder. “I need to check on my roommate. She’s one moment from dying of boredom. Probably already talking to plants and naming them after her exes.” Bruce’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered. Not anger. Not hurt. Something else. Possession, maybe. Or suspicion. “Roommate,” he repeated. I shrugged. “She’s dramatic. And she’s been alone in the apartment for three days. I’d rather not come home to glitter bombs and empty tequila bottles.”

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.”

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t belong on my lips as I stepped in. Three of my roommates Lena, Margo, and Callie were sprawled across their beds, half-dressed, doing makeup, passing dresses between them. The room smelled like perfume and glitter. “Oh hey,” I greeted softly, clutching my books tighter against my chest. None of them looked up. Lena was busy curling her hair, Callie was fixing her lipstick in the mirror, and Margo was on the bed typing furiously into her phone, giggling every two seconds.

I asked. “Let’s see...” my roommate thought for a moment. ”There’s us, the med school, the law school, the teachers’ college, the culinary institute, and some kind of arts academy that’s supposed to be tiny and super elite. The park’s a great place to meet people,” he added with a grin. “Yeah,” I nodded. ”I saw someone there today too. But I didn’t have the nerve to say anything,” I laughed. — I kept up my habit from last year—reading through the day’s material every evening—so it wasn’t overwhelming. I knew I had a class with Uncle Steve midweek, but I was still surprised when I came back from swimming and found my roommates studying like mad.

he said, cutting me off. "Wh... what? Your room is occupied and..." "Not anymore. My roommates vacated because they didn't want to be associated with me anymore. It's perfect. We can share the room." My brows furrowed. It was perfect. I wouldn't have to hide in the library especially with bathing and changing, but I also would be walking right into trouble. On one hand, I would be fulfilling Alpha Kyran's wish, but on the other hand, Eros... "Are you worried about Alpha Eros?"

The box was warm between them. “See? This is nice.” Jess grabbed a slice. “Roommates eating together, not secretly hating each other.” “Do people usually secretly hate their roommates?” “Have you met people?” Jess pointed her slice. “My cousin’s roommate in Ohio State used her toothbrush to clean the toilet. Didn’t tell her for three months.” Maya’s slice stopped halfway to her mouth. “That’s illegal.” “Right?” Jess shook her head. “Don’t worry. I’m a good person. I’ll even let you borrow my stuff. Just ask first. And don’t use my toothbrush for anything except teeth.”

The seventh day finally arrived. I was restless the entire time and could not focus at work. Winston, my colleague, noticed my condition and asked in concern, “What’s wrong? You look horrible.” “It’s nothing. I haven’t been sleeping well.” I forced a smile. I was pretty close with Winston, and we usually ate and chatted together. “Is it because you’re not getting along with your roommate? You mentioned that she was a bit weird.” I hesitated for a moment before giving him a general rundown of what had been happening recently.

It was my house as much as it was hers; she could not tell me what I could do there. "No can do, I have a special roommate who doesn't want people around." Even though I was telling myself this wasn't for her, why didn't I let my friends come over? "My place then," Hendrix said, not bothering to argue it with me. "Okay then, I guess our weekend is going to be filled with alcohol and coffee," Noah sighed tiredly. "What department is hosting the party?" I ask. "Pharmacy," his reply made a smirk climb up my face. I was so curious to see what River would do when she saw me there.