My Roommate Isn't From This World Novels & Stories

It was Mason's voice. "Dear, Rachel. You are probably wondering what's going on and let me tell you. All those years ago on this precise date, your world was thrown off its axis. You lost your job, your apartment, your wallet, everything. But what you gained was a roommate you hated with all your heart. An annoying roommate who was determined to help you get a job that you deserve even though he was telling himself he hated you the same you hated him. What you never realized is that our roommate pact was probably the reason for everything else. So you can say you are the blue that is holding us together. You are the person connecting us beyond blood. You might think of yourself as an ordinar

My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room. I hear movement in the living room. Josh, my roommate, must be up. I have lived in this apartment, with Josh, since I got out of the military. We have been best friends since we were in diapers though. Josh is an accountant in the city. I know he could afford a place of his own, however I know he doesn’t want to leave me alone with myself and my thoughts. Secretly, I am glad he is here, if for nothing more than he is a good cook.

She helped me carry most of my stuff up the stairs as she spoke. "Wait, I just saw your lecture schedule we're gonna be attending a lot of classes together. Yay, this is exactly what I prayed for..." I stopped listening at some point. She is definitely a blabber mouth and the idea of being her roommate didn't sit well with me but I didn't have a choice. "So, where are you from?" I asked as we headed towards the room. "I'm from the North coast" "Ohhhh" I pretended like I got it but I swear I had never heard of the place before. We arrived in front of the room and I was shocked to see how spacious it was. That was good for a start.

She dared to ask, "Can I ask why you need a place so urgently?" A shadow moved behind those warm eyes, and something changed in his face. Last month, my divorce was finalized. Since my ex-wife took over the house, I've been staying on Matt's couch. Not good for anyone. Grace said, "I'm sorry," without thinking. “Don’t be.” In the end, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. He smiled again. "Look, I know that I'm not the kind of roommate you were hoping for. However, you need rent money, I need a location, and I swear not to ruin your life."

Hell, I just wanted to be left alone, find Stella, and cry to her about all my heartache. “Thanks, but I’m good. Really!” I told him, hoping to reassure him. “Besides my roommate is home tonight, and I’d feel weird about inviting people into her home.” “Isn’t it both your homes?” he asked, his tone accusatory. And when I confirmed he continued: “So you’re not allowed to make friends?”

I said. “Yes MOM you be safe too,” she said, and we both hung up. The voices downstairs were now louder but happy. Clearly something was going on. I ran into the bathroom and freshened up, not knowing what to expect. I opened the bedroom door and the stench nearly knocked me over. Muerte. But not like a vampire. It was the roommate. He was here. What the hell was he? It wasn’t good.

I smiled a little and started talking. “It’s not like that, Mr. Writer. I mean, you haven’t introduced yourself yet. Please try to understand. I wasn’t planning to get a roommate until this morning, but it seems like I have no choice but to invite you into my apartment. You can live in the spare bedroom on the left down the hallway. I never use it, so it’s even better for the room, I think…”

Then I looked away again. “You’re not happy for him?” she asked, more cautious this time. I didn’t say anything. I just stood up. She stood with me. “Hey, are you okay?” “Is your roommate home?” I asked. She smiled, a little confused but not questioning it. “Nope. She left for a family meeting last night. She won’t be back until after the weekend.” My eyes drifted over her slowly, head to toe. “Cool,” I said quietly. ***

“He’s just worried about you. Goddess, help us when Rose and CJ are grown up and ready to see what the world has to offer.” I laugh-sighed. “It’s fine. You can tell Dad I’m fine. The flight here was uneventful. The register mispronounced my name, but I expected that. My roommate is a woman, and she seems nice. Quirky, but nice.” I said, keeping my voice low to ensure Pamela wouldn’t hear me. “Quirky? What does that mean?” Dad asked. Either I was on speakerphone, or he got the phone back from Aurelia.

Arlo retorted with raised eyebrows. “That's strange,” I cried out, marching towards the strange man who kept staring back at me in the middle of his friends. “What are you?” I blurted out, fearlessly. “You can see us?” He asked to be certain. “That's such a stupid question, I just spoke to you,” I retorted. “Why can't my friend see you?” I asked again. “Simply put; we are from a different world,” he responded. “A different world? That's something only you should care about. What the hell are you doing at my birthday party?” I scolded in fury.