Oh My God They Were Roommates Novels & Stories

“Oh? Business? You’ve managed to make selling yourselves sound so refined. Truly impressive!” Rachel finally snapped, lunging at me in a fit of rage. “Shut your mouth! Are you trying to let the whole world hear about this?!” Smiling calmly at the furious Rachel, I replied, “Looks like you’re not as dumb as you seem after all.” Under Rachel’s shove, I fell to the ground and immediately started crying out loudly, “Help! My roommates, Rachel Young and Annette Cooper, are planning to sell themselves! I tried to stop them, but Rachel hit me!”

“The ad said ‘chill vibes, no drama, two roommates who don’t suck.’ I figured that was a unicorn in New York.” Liam grinned. “We don’t suck.” “Yet,” Caleb added, and they both laughed like it was an inside joke I wasn’t in on yet. We ate and talked and drank cold beer. They told me about how they’d been best friends since college, how they’d lived together for six years in three different cities, how they worked together now—something in tech that sounded vaguely mysterious and very lucrative. I told them about my job (freelance graphic designer, mostly remote, sometimes chaotic.

"Oh, and the fourth roommate shows up tomorrow. Theo. He’s a vampire and a quiet guy, keeps to himself." He disappeared into his room. I shut my door and ate three cookies standing up. They were good. Really good. The day dragged on. I organized my room, tried to read, gave up and took a shower then changed into sleep clothes, an old sleeveless nightdress. Pizza showed up around eight. I stayed in my room and heard Jax and Luca talking through the wall. I couldn't make out words, just voices. My wolf stirred. She wanted to go out there. "No," I said firmly. She huffed and settled.

Mitch glanced down at his dinner. “You made this, Reena? Even the sauce?” “Yep.” She took a sip of red wine. “It’s not complicated.” “It’s amazing.” “Thanks.” “So.” Mitch picked up his wine glass. “Our Big Three Compromises?” She brushed her hair back. “Yep. The most invaluable part of any roommate relationship, I swear.” “OK. Shoot.” “When two people live together, there are always things about the other person that drive them crazy.” Yeah. Like long blonde hair, perfect pink lips and sky-blue eyes. Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena.

There were three rooms where only three people will share while the remaining rooms have four people sharing it. I will share with Marrah and Keira on the second floor. "We're roommates again, Av!" Marrah exclaimed after the game. "We're really destined to be besties!" I chuckled, "You're right. We've been roommates thrice already." Once all of us had decided on the room, we all started moving to our respective rooms. But before heading to mine, I went towards Mirco and Zen first. "Mir... Zen..." I softly called their name, but they still didn't spare me a glance.

"Please make sure to double-check your names." I nodded and took the paper, my eyes skimming over the list, until they stopped dead. "Olivia Millstone..." I read aloud, my stomach sinking. I continued down the list, my gaze moving over the names until it landed on my own. "Julie Harper." My heart seemed to stop for a moment as I blinked in disbelief. Olivia and I—roommates? In Room 206, no less. I reread the paper, sure that I was seeing things, but no. There it was, in black and white: Olivia and me, paired together.

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

Roommates 7 Harley stared at him as he cleared up his relationship with the girl living opposite her. She's his older sister. "Oh." she muttered. "See, it was an absurd thing to say, Skylar being my girl friend..." he shuddered. "So you mistook my room for your sister's and you're here now." she stated out and nodded walking towards the door. "Since you're not unconscious, I think you should head to skylar room instead." she said unhooking the locks.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”