Roommate Novels & Stories

"I'll just have a snack then." "You do that, dude," you sighed, walking down to your bedroom. In all honesty, Mosche wasn't even close to a bad roommate other than the chance of walking in on him doing something inappropriate in the public spaces of the apartment. You could have done far worse for a summer sublease. But still, the dude had some peculiarities. You the group chat asking where you were headed and when, and if you should eat dinner at your place. Gemma: No! Be at my place @ 6:45. Dinner here, then going out.

"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."

This detail sparked a brilliant idea in my mind instantly. "I'm actually looking for a roommate, are you interested?" "Really?" "Yeah, it's a two-bedroom apartment, the rent is affordable for someone like me, a student. You're a professor, so it should work for you too." "Ryan, aren't you from this city too?" "I... yeah, but my family wants me to be independent, what can I do? So, are you interested?" "I am! Can I go take a look after dinner?" "Huh?" "Is that not okay? Is it inconvenient?"

she says as if she had solved everything, but in reality, she had done nothing. "Well, shouldn't you be? I am supposed to have a girl roommate, but..." "You have a boy," she nods, and I tilt my head, trying to understand what she meant. "And you don't think that's an issue?" "Of course not, how can it be? The house you chose is a shared house, meaning that both genders can cohabitate there," she explained, and even though that should be enough to clear the air, my mind still can't understand what she meant. "You did not specify in the agreement that you wanted a girl, so we went with the next person on the list, and it happened to be..." She looked down at the

"Actually, he gave me more than enough to last for a month." Her friend, Mira, is her roommate. They shared a bedroom on an apartment, that is why they were the closest among the girls. They trust each other more than anyone else, and they always help each other. They always have each other's back. -End of Flashback- -Flashback-

“Drama. I get it. My ex’s mom tried to sue me for ‘alienation of affection’ when we broke up. She lost. But still. Drama.” I laughed again. “That’s insane.” “Welcome to college.” She grinned. “So, roommate rules. One: No loud sex when the other is trying to sleep. Two: if you’re crying, I get to bring snacks and ask invasive questions. Three: We split fridge space fifty-fifty. Four: if either of us needs an alibi, we’ve got each other.” I stared at her. Then grinned back. “Deal.” She held out her pinky. I hooked mine around it.

"But have you actually considered whether your family can afford to rent you an apartment off-campus? Making your parents foot the bill over something this trivial is a bit unreasonable, don't you think?" I froze on the spot. My lips went white from biting down so hard. Without a word, I turned and walked out of the office. I felt utterly hopeless. Right outside the door, a tall, lean guy was leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. The moment we crossed paths, he spoke up, "Hey, ever thought about getting a roommate? You look harmless enough. How about we share a place?" … "Back then, I brought Marshmallow back to campus, but she vanished again a

The roommate. I didn't know much about him beyond the fact that he existed. Dami had mentioned him in passing a few times — teammate, same club, they'd been sharing the place since the start of the season. I hadn't asked more than that and I wasn't going to start now. I just needed a bed and a ceiling and enough quiet to get through the night. David had said the spare room was the second door on the left. I dragged my suitcase down the hall, pushed the door open and turned the light on. It was a small room, a single bed made up neatly, a window that looked out onto the street below. I put my bags down and sat on the edge of the mattress.

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED

she said. We both walked into the lecture hall and took seats beside each other. I opened the huge textbook I had with me and began flipping through the page. "Who's your roommate?" She asked. "Zeke," I said. "Girl, if it's Zeke Rodriguez, then you better get another dorm," she said with a knowing black American voice. "Why's that?" I asked. "You see, Zeke doesn't like sharing room with people especially girls so he's gonna get you transferred to another room, or rather you'll transfer yourself," she said in her normal voice.