Filling Up My Roommates Novels & Stories

"Does he leave the toilet seat up? Steal the covers? Come on, we absolutely need all the juicy details!" "He's actually pretty neat. Almost annoyingly so." I swirled my drink. "Everything in its place, shirts organized by color in the closet." "Rich people problems," Nova sighed dramatically. "Meanwhile, my roommate leaves dirty dishes in the sink for days." "At least you have a roommate who pays rent," Vivian countered. "Mine is three weeks late and keeps promising 'next Friday.'" We fell into easy conversation, trading work horror stories and weekend plans. I was halfway through my cosmo when I spotted him across the bar.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

I said. "I don't want to," Mirco said childishly as he tightened the hug. Zen did the same. "I wanted to talk to the two of you since you're here already," I said. That seemed to do the trick as they quickly pulled away themselves from me, sitting up straight then turning to face me. I chuckled softly as I sat up too. "Where's my roommates?" I asked upon seeing that my roommates weren't sleeping on their beds. "We asked them to sleep over on the others," Zen responded.

He grinned cutely at me with his tongue between his teeth and wrapped his warm muscular arms around my waist making me giggle like a fucking teenager. "Mind telling me 'your' problems", I whispered for no reason in particular trying to be seductive I guess as I ran my finger over his handsome, panty dropping face tracing his bootiful features. Swoon. "The main problem is that you're not there", He whispered as well matching my tone making me grin widely like a fool as my cheek turned red but thankfully he couldn't see that because of the mask. "So you're officially my roommate now, huh?" Hunter shrugged, "Unfortunately".

“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.

"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.

I had to get roommates to help with the rent. At least I know people who live with me, not strangers. Those were my words to the rich girl. “I was just saying, damn... you have a stick so far up your ass that people can’t have a normal conversation with you. I see why you don’t have a lot of friends.”

Do I look sick? "Lucien!" he replied briefly. "Oh ... Lucien, then nice to meet you! please cooperate!" "Yes! I'll excuse me then!" he took a step and entered one of the rooms adjacent to the living room. "Okay, then I also have to go to my room!" I opened the door to the room next to the kitchen. The room is not very big, but very nice and also tidy. There is a bed, a wardrobe and a table. I remembered something, I don't know how many bathrooms and toilets there are in this apartment. If there is only one, it means I have to share the bathroom with him.

I lay back on my bed and switched off the bedside lamp, my eyes scanning the darkness as my thoughts ran wary. Lisa woke me up again, loud pop music blasting through the room from her Bluetooth speaker. “Is it a crime to have a roommate?” I asked, tuning down the volume. “What’s up, Mrs. Aldwin?” she asked, giving me a funny look. I buried my face in my hands, laughing hard at her joke. She laughed too. “So you have an appointment with ‘Danees’? That’s some next-level Ish.” “Remind me again,” I said, buzzing with excitement.

She's an art major after all. Anyway, the point is her madness took on a new level just last August. I think I can trace it back to when she was spending the night while my roommate was camped out in his room. My apartment was modeled after a roomy cardboard box while hers (while actually habitable in the long-term) was occupied with her two roommates Molly and Lauren and whatever boys or girls they'd snared for their weekend depravities. So we had to be discrete with our 'studying', which meant cranking up the TV and trying to resist bashing the headboard too hard or frequently against the wall.