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she called, clearly annoyed. The door opened and the extremely pretty-but-boyish person who you hadn't gotten a name for stuck their head into the room. "Hey, everyone decent?" "Decently annoyed," Gemma said. The person smirked and entered. "Hey, sorry, we didn't get introduced," they said to you. "I'm Becca, the other roommate." "Hi Becca," you said. "Look, both of you, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about Lucy. No excuses, she was being a bitch. Gemma, I hope you know this but Charlotte and I wouldn't go back on your sublease or anything like that."

I'm kicking back on the couch in our cramped apartment legs up on the ottoman mindlessly swiping through apps while the fan buzzes overhead. It's one of those humid summer evenings where everything sticks and the city noise filters in through the cracked window. Riley my roommate strolls in about half an hour ago tosses her keys on the counter and heads straight for the shower with a quick grin and "Miss me loser?" We've been sharing this place for months now ever since she answered my ad for a roommate. She's twenty-five freelance artist with this infectious energy dark curls that fall wild when she lets them loose and a body that's all soft curves in the right places.

I murmur. " Why's that ?" " It's annoying to watch you two fight." I smile at him and kiss his cheek. " I get it." " I need to take a bath." I say not bothering to get off of him. " You need company ?" He asks and look down at my face with his seductive smirk. " Thank you , Mr Carter. I'll be quick." I get off the bed and braid my hair to a ponytail. " I am looking forward to going back to my apartment. I'm literally your roommate now."

Olive nodded. "All right," said Luna, "I'm leaving, too. Let's go together." Out of the company, the two walked in the direction of the subway station. Luna suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Olive, do you still want to find a roommate? I heard you say it seems that this roommate is only renting for three months. " Olive, "Yes." "How long will it be due?" said Luna. "I have a friend who wants to share with someone. She is a nice girl. I thought you two could live together."

"You should not have to feel all of that simply for being highly sensitive, C. It should not have to be like that." Attus said, and I cried some more. "It ended well though. My roommate and a kind classmate helped out. My roommate's name is Glenn. Glenn Jenkins. She is a blonde doll and a total sweetheart with a bit of an edge. I adore her. The other girl, I saw in class. She stood up against some classist bitch, and Glenn and I were immediately drawn to her… " I smiled through my tears as I thought of the two girls.

"The driver's cute-" "It's not an Uber, Mom," I emphasize. "This is Kent, my roommate. You probably haven't met him before," I explain, causing her eyes to widen. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she says, and Kent chuckles. "That's alright. Nice to meet you, Miss Macey," he greets her as he reaches across and shakes her hand. "Colleen," she corrects with a joyful tone. "I'll let you two catch up, Julianna. Have a good day," Kent smiles, and I close the car door, leaving the window still open from our drive.

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 do have some news, actually. My roommate has changed." A pause occurred. “A roommate?” However, you consistently stated that you liked living alone. "Financial necessity," said Grace. "The rent increased." "Is she nice, at least?" "He," Grace said differently. "And yes, he's... nice." One more, lengthier pause. "A roommate who is male? Is that smart, Grace? “Mom, it's quite natural.” He works at Luciana's as a cook. Elena gave us an introduction. "Well, if Elena vouches for him..." The tone used by her mother implied that Elena's judgment was at best dubious. “Just exercise caution, my love.” "Men can be."

"Val, I'm not going to forget about you...you're amazing...and sexy as hell...and we're seeing each other next weekend." "Rob, I've been so horny...I just want to feel your body against mine...on top of me...driving your dick into me." She paused, speaking softer, "Please don't think I'm weird, but will you...um...masturbate with me...or can you? Is your roommate there?" "No, he's at the studio...it'll be at least 10 or 11." She giggled, "I've got my kitchen toy...but it's no replacement for you...you know."

Henry arrived an hour later. He was a bespectacled, polite-looking man in his fifties, totally different from the stereotypes I held about specialists. “Sorry to intrude.” Henry looked around once he was inside. “Where’s your roommate?” “She’s in her room.” Henry nodded before squatting down to inspect the entrance with a magnifying glass. “There are marks, alright, and they’re new.” “You don’t look like an amateur folklore specialist. What exactly is your job, Henry?” I asked.