Romans & histoires Roommate Agreement The Big Bang Theory

⋆ ⋆ ❧ ⋆ ⋆ “You can stay but your clothes must go” ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Living Agreement between Mr Miller & Miss Briggens ======================================================= This Living Agreement (this “Agreement”) is made this 20 day of March, 2020 (the “Effective Date”), by and among/between the following roommates: Jet Miller and Shey Briggens (each a “Roommate” and collectively the “Roommates”).

"He's dangerous." "I'm fine," I patted her head, then turned back to Kael. "If we're going to be roommates, we need to set some ground rules. Rule number one: no bullying children." Kael stared at me, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes.

You care about the future but not at all how it happens. “Don’t make me change my mind, son.” Zachary hissed at us. “I’ll get rid of the guards.” He seemed to be thinking about the other item Conor mentioned. Well, that’s good. “I’ll allow you to have all your meals together and require Bart, Joanne or Charles with you, at least one of them, while you two are in the same room. I will allow meals and lessons to be in either of your apartments, but you cannot sleep in the same room. I’ll have the amendments made to the contract by this evening.” He walked to the door and turned to us. “Don’t make me regret this concession. I’ll make it much worse for both of you if either of you cross me.” Zac

“If you can’t get along with him…” I looked him in the eye. “…then at least ignore him.” “Please don’t fight him.” Blake let out a slow breath. “Is he… special to you?” The question caught me off guard. I laughed awkwardly. “Do people have to be special before we choose not to fight with them?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair. “My roommate finally moved out.” I blinked. “So…” A hopeful smile appeared on his face. “You can move in with me now.”

Only when the physical barrier was between us did I collapse onto the leather bench, my legs finally giving out. The agreement we'd signed wasn't complicated. It was a standard arrangement: look like a normal couple for the cameras, show up to the pack functions, and keep the elders happy. In private? We were ghosts to each other. Total autonomy. The contract even had an exit strategy—a fat compensation package and a clause stating that neither side could refuse the split once the clock ran out. And, most importantly, no 'overstepping' into territory that would make the other person uncomfortable. We were roommates with a shared last name. That was it.

I whispered, fighting back tears. “And people call me the asshole. Vanessa, this isn’t your room. It’s our room. We figured that none of our rooms were designed to fit all four of us, so this was our solution,” Adrian clarified, pulling me into his arms. “We’ve discovered that we don’t like being away from you either, Little Poochie,” he murmured before placing a kiss on my forehead. “Forgive me for not clarifying things. We will continue to have our own rooms on nights when we want you alone. But for the most part, we will all be in here,” Ezra added.

“ Are you planning on moving away too?” She nodded. “ Yeah. I want to move in with Gabriel Benson.” We laughed, which was good. It helped ease the tension. “If you guys are moving away then you must promise we will all get together every Sunday for dinner .” Fran said. We all agreed. “Don’t worry Dad, Lois can’t and won’t win.” I said. “You know what? Let’s forget about the crazy woman and celebrate our new apartment.” Justin said. He brought out a bottle of champagne and Anna brought glasses. We all toasted to their new apartment.

Making a face I fake laughed, "ha, ha...but seriously do you think we could do this?" Brooke nodded, "yes...I mean we need to be careful with our extras but it is doable. Maybe you should let him pay the extra thousand and the entire time he does we put it back like he isn't that way if and when he quits we got this." Nodding I could have hugged Brooke if I could reach through the screen, "omg, omg, this is our new home!" Brooke giggled, "I guess since your boyfriend is paying some of the rent you can have the grey room."

Anne said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Nonsense!" said Ben, "Come chill with Matt and me for a bit. Our other roomie's out partying with the girls, so it'll just be the three of us." Of course, the football team would be bunking up in shared rooms, just like us on the cheer team. Three to a room seemed much more cramped with these big men. "I...I'd rather not. I'm pretty tired," Anne protested. Ben pouted exaggeratedly. "Come on, Anne. I don't want to blackmail you with the medication. But I will if it means getting to hang out with you a bit more."

“Hey umm, what are you doing for dinner tonight? My brother won’t be home so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” Whitney’s wide brown eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed with disappointment. “I actually have plans with my new roomie later on. We haven’t really gotten a chance to go over the mutual house rules. Like respecting people who are trying to sleep.” She grinned sarcastically, making Hollis shrug with indifference. Another thought came to mind and she resisted the urge to laugh dryly. Oh yeah, Kendra. Of all people my EX best friend had to be the roommate.