Filling Up My Roommates Novels & Stories

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED DRINKING?!

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.”

It's not that I wasn't talking to other people to completely isolate myself… maybe I was also just used to have Toma with me. We actually see each other since we share the same room at the dorm, but we both made great effort to keep things in minimal, like our talks and other stuff. Also, I noticed that Toma found something for himself to be indulged in, so every seven at night he would go out and do whatever he got himself into. "Hey, I'll be late again tonight. So don't lock the door on me." He often tells me that whenever he's going out. "Just get the spare keys in the drawer." I told him while reading a book for my socialist class.

I go back to my room and arrange my stuff and after that, I take a nap because I arrived here on time and woke up early in the morning. When I woke up after a nap my roommates came back to the room. I have two roommates Shruti and Diya. They both are very good in nature and like my friends. At night I did my dinner with them in the mess and after a week eating mess food definitely reminded me of the food of my home. I have a habit of reading so when I get free time I start reading. It will take time to start my proper class for the final year of college so today I decided to read a novel.

I'm so embarrassed. -Shame on you. -I hope we get along. -I'm sure we will. At that moment, a blonde haired girl walked in without even saying hello and put her suitcase on one of the beds. -Hi, I'm... -I'm not interested. -Hey, you don't have to be rude Misti. -No one asked for your opinion. Listen, I wanted my own room, but I was told I had to share. -Well... -Don't try to get on my good side, just because we're roommates doesn't make us friends, I didn't come here to make friends.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing and didn't want to leave a single crumb behind for anyone to pick up. I went straight to the housing office at nine and told them my roommate had cleared out overnight with no note, nothing. Mr. Cho, this tired beta guy who's probably heard every dorm horror story twice over, just sighed and started typing. Then he frowned at his screen. "Huh. That's weird." "What?"

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

her gaze is directed to the paper cups. “Ah, I finished class early so I thought about grabbing us both drinks. Yesterday, you mentioned you like matcha cream latte?” I extend the paper cup to her and the look of surprise on her face is unmatched. “You remembered.” She says it as though I wasn’t meant to remember. “Thank you.” She whips her hair to wave at her friends who are still standing there. “That’s Nixie with the bright smile and that’s Elva. We are roommates and best-friends, we are connected in diverse ways, sort of like in-laws.”

Each bed had a small trunk at its foot, and the room was surprisingly warm and inviting, with thick rugs and large windows that let in plenty of sunlight. It had a minimalistic modern bohemian interior design. “You’ll have four roommates,” Vincent informed us. “They should be in class now, so you’ll meet them later.” I let out a small sigh of relief. At least we’d have a moment of peace to adjust and plan before dealing with whoever these boys were.

The left side of the room was already adorned with string lights and posters, indicating that my roommate had moved in before me. I set my luggage down on the unoccupied bed and began unpacking, thoughts racing through my mind about what kind of person my roommate might be. Her desk was a canvas of inspiration, adorned with art supplies, notebooks, and a kaleidoscope of sticky notes with scribbled ideas. The shelves displayed a curated collection of novels, each spine hinting at a different genre. Just as I was hanging up my favorite lab coat, a burst of vibrant, curly hair and contagious laughter filled the doorway.