Filling Up My Roommates Novels & Stories

Jesse was breathless, mostly from climbing the steep steps up six floors, but another probable reason might be from wild anticipation. "It's kind of messy," K uttered apologetically, switching the lights on. "My roommate's really not into cleaning most of her shit up. She's gone for the weekend, by the way." She explained, kicking some unpacked U-haul boxes that were blocking the entryway. "Okay," Jesse breathed, closing and locking the deadbolts on the door behind him.

And it was already half-occupied. My roommate was sitting on the left bed. She was surrounded by boxes, but she wasn't unpacking. She was filing her nails. She had sharp, dark bobbed hair, eyeliner that could cut glass, and a t-shirt that said 'DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES' in neon pink font. She looked up as we entered. Her eyes scanned me....head to toe....then flicked to Daxon. She paused on Daxon. "Nice movers," she drawled. "Do they charge by the hour or by the bicep?"

I point out. “It will be fine since I am living there with you. Before you get angry with Grandma and Grandpa, it was my idea. My roommates and I had to move out quickly a few weeks ago. The apartment building we lived in had a significant plumbing issue, which fucked up the electrical throughout the entire building. There is a room near the front which you can set up as your study room/art studio.” Riley explains.

Beth fumed and I walked up to her and linked my arms through hers, pulling her towards the stairs. "Keep your eyelashes on," I laughed. "You look hot." "That's what I thought," Beth huffed and we made our way upstairs. "Why are you in Blake's room? "Because we have more housemates," I scowled and sat back down in front of the mirror. "You didn't know?" "Nope," Beth shrugged. "Before I sit are these sheets clean?" "Yes," I laughed and Beth sat down. "Four new recruits are living with us."

Another roommate replied, "We'll agree. Not to mention the most high-end restaurant in the country, we'll agree to let you stay here even if you were going to treat us to pizza." Her other roommates were quite cooperative as well. Margot was still feeling upset deep down. She would teach Curtis a lesson by maxing out his card today. Of course, besides bringing her roommates out for a feast, they also went for beauty treatments and shopping in the mall. At night, they even booked a bar. Their spending for the entire day would've easily reached several hundred thousand by now. The heavy metal music was booming loudly in the bar. Thankfully, there weren't many people there. Margot and her roomm

The apartment was already filled with the heavy scent of sizzling bacon and loud, ridiculous arguing. ​My three roommates were in peak form. There was Leo, our resident golden-boy athlete; Sam, who was currently standing on a chair trying to fix a speaker wire; and Jax, who was currently shirtless, wearing low-slung board shorts, a backward cap, and flipping pancakes in the air with a reckless enthusiasm that threatened to ruin our ceiling.

Amy says leading me to a garden seat and I nod my head to tell her that is okay. " back to business. .i saw a post that you are indeed of a roommate " she says once again. "ooh yes, I need a roommate . My apartment is big enough to b be fit for a a small family " I say. "it is too big for me alone.. .and I could equally need an income for a living while here. You know how expensive campus life can be. " I added. " I understand you completely . By the way I am a second year Business Administration student " she says. .ooh. she is a second year and not fresher like me. Hope this doesn't go into the outside direction and things backfire.

This is quite nice. “Something like that. I usually just sit around and do paper works. Nothing exciting.” He said and crossed his arms. “Do you like it? You can just chuck the furniture in the storage downstairs if you’re planning on using yours.” “It’s okay, I might have to change the bedside table and the sheets but this is fantastic, Trent.” I smiled. “I’m glad I found this vacancy. I’m really looking forward to being your house mate—or what do you call this? That is if we come to an agreement.”

I replied. His mouth twitched slightly. “Relax. I’m moving in. Thought I’d be polite.” “Be less polite,” I said and Joe cleared his throat behind me. Oh right. He was still here. Noah’s gaze shifted past me, landing on Joe. “Roommate?” he asked. “Friend,” Joe answered before I could. Noah nodded once. “Cool.” Then he stepped inside like he owned the fucking place and the room felt smaller with him in it. He set his box down near the spare bed—my spare bed and started unpacking like this was routine. Joe was watching him now and the tension in the room was getting worse. Someone had to say something.

“Roommate?” “Yeah,” River said cheerfully, oblivious to the way Juliette’s smile was now twitching like she was planning something sinister . “They’ve been rooming together since the start of the semester.” Juliette’s grip on Kael’s arm tightened like she wanted to snap it in half. Her eyes went back to me, narrowing. I suddenly felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. Rooming with Kael while hiding my true identity was already hard enough, but now I had a new problem... Juliette, the Kael obsessed bitch who apparently did not like sharing her imaginary boyfriend with anyone.