Just Roommates Charity Ferrell Novels & Stories

She didn't get to tell charity bye. On the day of Charity's funeral, she learned that she was pregnant. She didn't just have to tell Joe about charity passing. She also had to tell him that she was pregnant. How could life be so cruel to them? The loss of Charity and Joe, who went to jail, and her pregnancy was too much for her to deal with emotionally. She prayed and asked God to help her endure the pain. Help her heal. Bring her comfort. She felt the presence of the God fill the hospital room. She heard someone singing Amazing Grace, but no one was in her room.

If someone would have told her six months ago that she'd be in Florida with Patch Larson she would have laughed it off. But she wasn't the one laughing now. She was swimming in the promise of forever with her brother's roommate. THE END

Charlie said sheepishly, but we were roommates, and I was sharing a dorm with my best friend. Before, Thomas had my room done up to give me what little comfort he could provide, I hadn’t been allowed to have a roommate, but now, I had one. I had a roommate, and friends, and mates and everything was wonderful. The room was standard with bunkbeds and school-supplied desks. The doors were chipped in a few places, the carpet was ugly as hell, but I loved it all. “I like this too though.” “Yeah, you’re a weird one like that,” Charlie laughed, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s go get lunch. I’m starving, and I’m crashing your date. Gael owes me food for being a dumbass.”

It happened so fast, she almost fell flat onto her face. “Hey Sam, what's up?” asked Charity, crossing her legs beneath her. “Is it time to go?” “No, not yet,” replied Sam, looking nervously around. Charity's room was fitted almost as well as her room, and it had a lot of personality, just like Charity herself. “I like your posters,” Sam tried. “Yeah yeah, ” Charity looked around, coming back to rest on Sam, “ but that's not why you're here, is it?”

Facts showed that Caleb would instantly show up whenever James and I were alone for more than half an hour. He would either come up with an excuse to pull James away or tug me outside, just like what was happening at that moment. “Tell me, why are you currying favor with James this time again?” Caleb glanced at me casually. If my answer did not satisfy him, he would punish me. When I recalled the weird punishment he gave me last time, my tongue and knees went weak. “I have a thing for basketball. James happened to be playing. As his roommate, I had to be there,” I said earnestly.

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.

“Roddy, don’t be crude. This counts as charity, a good deed, just like how you donate to our next-door neighbors. “What? You can be the only good guy draining our savings for a poor widow and her daughter, but I’m wrong for helping an even more struggling college student?” As his face went red, I poured fuel on the fire. “Why is it charity when you do it but not when I do? Are you coming at me because your neighbors are a young, beautiful widow and her daughter, while I’m sponsoring a guy?” “As if!” I must have struck a nerve because, caught in a moment, Roddy raised his hand at me. Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at his suspended arm. “Hit me, Roddy. I dare you to.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” “There’s an article released few minutes ago that this chatroom isn’t just for donations, but for cybersex activities,” he said, emphasizing every syllables of his words. My eyes suddenly widened by surprise. PFM Room is a famous chat room in fund raising and accepting donations for charities in South Korea. I frequently donated almost half of my mother’s assets for Mental Health Charities and Organization in that chat room because she was once a benefactor there. Then how did it turned into a chat room for cybersex activities?

"No, I wanted to wait until the rest of you got here." Charity turns around to look at us. "And I had to get myself together. I was a mess when Drew got here." "Understandable." Dad reaches in to rub her shoulder. There's nothing behind it, other than him wanting to comfort her, but I'm feeling raw right now. I hip check him as she opens her email program. "Fuck, Drew, he's gotta worry about a broken hip now," Tyler laughs as Dad stumbles. "Oh screw you, I ain't that damn old."

"No, Jer, I can't get off work just yet ... would you do me a favor? Can you help Charlie move out tonight? She must hate me for this, but I really can't ... and I'm gonna owe you one." "Oh, man ... sorry to hear that," his voice lowered. "Sure, no problem ... we can drop her off at Chatterley, unload her stuff there before our gig tonight," he was quiet for a few seconds like he was covering the phone. "Charlie said she wants to come with us to the gig afterward, to celebrate moving day," he continued.