Roomate Meme Novels & Stories

His hand in the frame holding a beer. I stared at the picture so long my eyes burned. Mom leaned over. “Who’s that?” I flipped the phone face-down too fast. “Just… Dante. My roommate. Checking in.” She smiled—too knowing. “Tell him he’s welcome here next year if he wants. Nobody should be alone for the holidays.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I’ll tell him.” Later that night, after everyone went to bed, I sat on my childhood twin mattress staring at the ceiling glow-in-the-dark stars I’d stuck up in middle school.

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.”

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

I replied, trying to reassure her. "Are these roommates all men?" She inquired, taking the lease from my hand and flipping through its pages. "Kyle... someone, and..." She paused, trying to identify a signature, and I rolled my eyes. "Julianna Macey, give me a straight answer now. Are they all men?" "Yes!" I exclaimed, taking the papers back. "Why is that even a concern? I've met them, and they're all nice people. They're good guys!"

How is that possible, right? I smiled to myself. "Yes, you can say that," I replied cautiously. "Oh, that's great. You can call me Haze. I saw your ad, and it caught my attention. I'm currently looking for a roommate. Do you have something to write? If so, I'll provide you with my address and the entrance passcode," Haze explained. “Sorry, I’m outside. Can you send me a message?” I asked. “Sure, I will send you a message then.” Haze nonchalantly replied.

The seventh day finally arrived. I was restless the entire time and could not focus at work. Winston, my colleague, noticed my condition and asked in concern, “What’s wrong? You look horrible.” “It’s nothing. I haven’t been sleeping well.” I forced a smile. I was pretty close with Winston, and we usually ate and chatted together. “Is it because you’re not getting along with your roommate? You mentioned that she was a bit weird.” I hesitated for a moment before giving him a general rundown of what had been happening recently.

"She might be young, but she is incredibly generous!" "I'm moved to tears. I never thought there would still be such good people in the world today." "I go to the same university as Vera. I have always heard that she is kind, but I never expected her to accomplish something so significant so quietly." "I wish she were in my family. She is so kind and responsible." I was scrolling through the comments casually when I suddenly heard my name through the microphone. "I have a roommate who is very unreliable," Vera added with a sigh. "This is one of the things I regret most in my life. I failed to save her before she went down the wrong path."

Stacy immediately saw me sitting across from Lewis. The smile on her face froze in an instant. Her pupils widened abruptly, as if she had seen a ghost. "Heather?" Without even looking at her, I lifted my iced latte and took a slow sip. Lewis frowned and looked at Stacy with displeasure. "You know her?" I casually stirred the ice in my cup. "She is my roommate, Stacy White. " Stacy bit down hard on her lower lip. Panic and jealousy flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Lewis's strikingly attractive face, then back at me.

Lou: "Why did your roommate use your apartment for.... that?" Alura huffed. It was just absurd, because she was about texting her ghost husband about Nessa's sex life. But she was careful not to give too much information. "My roommate is just wild compared to me," she typed back rapidly. "She probably thought she was being helpful by 'testing the strength' of my new bed. She's.... a lot. But she's a good friend, even if she's insane."

Mia stared at the latest rent notice on her kitchen counter and cursed under her breath. Another hundred bucks a month. Her freelance graphic design gigs had been slow, and her savings were looking pretty thin. She couldn’t afford to keep the place on her own anymore. With a sigh, she opened her laptop and typed up a simple ad: “Female roommate preferred. Clean, respectful, okay with occasional late nights. Nice downtown apartment, your own room.” She hit post and hoped for the best.