Roommate Agreement Sheldon Cooper Novels & Stories

"Me? I'm back at the dorm, of course." Quinn dropped her voice on the other end of the line. "Didn't I tell you not to forget the most important thing? If you leave, who's going to pay?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Right, the most important thing. Isn't it filling my stomach? The mac and cheese from the restaurant there is amazing. Oh, and don't worry, I already paid for my food. You don't have to trouble yourself." She went silent for a beat, then suddenly flew into a rage. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Look, whatever. Transfer the money to me right now. The total is 30 thousand dollars!"

Evelyn's POV His little endearment gave me goosebumps. But after turning it over in my head, I walked over anyway. I sat down at the table. Before he could start eating, I spoke. "Brode." "Hm?" "I wrote up an agreement last night." His hand paused over his fork. He looked up. "What kind of agreement?" "A cohabitation agreement." I pulled out my phone, opened the notes app, and turned the screen toward him. "If you want me living here, there are rules."

Silence descended upon the room after my roommate, Quinn Lawrence, disappeared. I looked at my other two roommates, Rosalie Walters and Tiffany Norton. We tried to push the door open again to no avail. It didn't even budge an inch. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I looked at the wall of comments before me. A thin layer of sweat beaded across my forehead. I knew without a doubt that the person that the commenters were looking for was me. After I changed majors during my junior year in university, I developed a crush on the campus heartthrob, Seth Sterling.

Names, numbers, assignments and then… Cole, Olandria - Room 214 Malcolm, Ernest - Room 214 I blinked. “No,” it came out flat. Beside me, Ernest didn’t react right away. Then; “Hm.” That was it? Just hm? I turned sharply. “That’s your reaction?” He shrugged slightly, “it’s efficient.” “Efficient?” I repeated, shocked.“We already share an apartment.” “And now we share a workspace and accommodation,” he added calmly, shrugging his arms. “Saves time.”

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?" "roommates? this is our room, I think you were roomed with us" one of them said. "what! I was roomed with boys!!" I yelled. The guys exchanged skeptical glances, and one of them muttered under his breath, "Great, just what we need." I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room in horror. How could they do this to me? how can they room me with... boys. One of them, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing blue eyes, stood up from the couch and walked towards me, a charming smile plastered on his face. "Hi, I'm Ethan," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

“And you’re allergic to shirts. Let’s meet in the middle.” He reached for a napkin and a pen. “Great. Let’s draft a clause.” I raised an eyebrow. “A clause?” He scribbled dramatically and held it up. THE ROOMMATE CLAUSE • No loud sex after 10PM • No nakedness in common areas unless mutually agreed • No falling in love I stared at it. “You’re kidding.” He pushed it across the counter. “Sign here.” “Where’s the clause about you not touching yourself in the living room?”

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

•.• 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.