Filling Up My Roommates Novels & Stories

Two people passing in the same set of rooms, careful never to need anything from each other. Roommates. That was the word, if a man wanted to be honest about it.

with someone else? My throat tightened. I don't want him to do that. The thought of him doing anything vile with someone else makes me jealous. Not because it'll be wrong but simply because it'll be with someone else. "Honey?" Kate calls. Ugh, I was lost in my head again. "Just school and stuff. I'm wondering how I'll cope this semester." I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Pfft, have I told you about my roommates? Different personalities for sure." I laughed, trying to shrug my thoughts off.

Because the fridge is always full? Because the kids are taken care of? At this point, we’re roommates, and not even friendly ones. Not the kind that ask how your day was or offer to cook dinner. We just exist in the same space. I finish the bottle and head downstairs for another. I glance outside, no headlights, no familiar minivan. I grab the bottle, go back to the couch, and turn on N*****x. I don’t care what it is. British Bake Off. Stranger Things. Some random series I’ll never finish.

My only consolation was that I’d be able to leave the premises. Meanwhile Taylor was bursting with excitement and I was putting on an act for him. He offered to help me with packing but I declined. It didn’t take me that long to pack everything I needed for the trip, and as I pulled my box out of the room to the sitting room, I found my roommate in the kitchen, downing a can of drink. His box was in the sitting room as well, and for a fleeting moment, I considered striking a conversation with him because it still rubs me off the wrong way that we’re both roommates but aren’t on great terms.

“Are we ready for that?” I smiled in understanding. “I can have Joyce’s room if you prefer. Be roommates with benefits. But if you’re wondering how I feel about it, yes, I’m ready. The thought of living with you, waking up with you every day, relaxing on the sofa, and knowing I don’t have to leave and go home to an empty bed or a bunch of idiots who just ordered pizza and plan on sitting up all night playing a new game they discovered? I love it.”

The room. “I’ve been looking for a place.” I sat up straighter. Interest immediately replacing confusion. “You need housing?” “Desperately.” He dropped into the seat behind us. “My current roommate is trying to grow mushrooms in the closet.” I blinked. “What?” “That’s exactly what I said.” I laughed. Against my better judgment. “Please tell me you’re joking.” “I wish.” His expression was completely serious. “I woke up three weeks ago and thought we had mold.” “Oh no.”

I immediately fished out my laptop from my cupboard and called Mum on Skype, I knew she would be at home at this time. “Hi Muma, I am finally done settling in, I just wanted to let you know I missed you already”, I could feel a really bright stupid smile on my face as I got up from my bed to show her the room, that if someone entered the house right now, they would think I was about to go crazy, but I didn’t care because my mum was my all. “Hi sweetie, I’m so proud of you baby and I’m sure your dad would be too”, I heard her sniffle a little but in a second, she wiped her eyes and smiled at me then continued “So tell me, how is everything going, how is your roommate, did you tell her how pis

The laughter didn't make my side hurt anymore. "Damn straight. You should be too. They'll kill humans that know too much." He warned me, cutting my laughter short. "Noted." The room fell silent for a while as Tate busied himself with random things. "Hey, Kiran?" Tate finally cut the silence. "Yeah, what's up?" "You know I'm looking for a roommate. Mine found his mate a couple of weeks ago and moved out with her. How about it? It's $400 a month for everything and the fridge is always stocked."

However, as I shifted my focus inward, a delightful surprise awaited me. In the intimate space of my room, a tableau of bustling activity unfolded. All three of my roommates, each a unique thread in the tapestry of shared living, were present. The atmosphere was alive with the energy of unpacking and settling in, transforming the room into a dynamic canvas of personal belongings and the shared anticipation of the journey ahead. The air buzzed with excitement, and all three of my roommates turned their attention towards me, offering warm smiles that instantly eased the lingering sadness. "Welcome, roomie!" they chimed in unison, their enthusiasm infusing the room with a contagious energy.

"You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!" I widened my eyes like I was clueless. "Huh? You called me? I didn’t hear." Then, I deliberately plucked out my wireless earbuds, even though no music was playing. "Maybe I was listening to music." Rachel froze, grinding her teeth. "You did it on purpose." The other two roommates jumped in right away. "Lila, were you deliberately ignoring Rachel?" "Are you still mad? She only left you out because she thought you were busy with Student Office work. You totally twisted her intentions."