Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

Ann: “Well, it depends. But I’ll try to keep my cool.” Roommate: “The thing is… I was the one who sent the first story to the blogger.” Ann: “What? How could you? You weren’t even in school. You don’t even know him. Do you hate me that much? What did I do wrong?” Roommate: “I can explain.” Ann: “I hope your explanation is good enough.” Roommate: “You know I’ve been away since school resumed. I went to Country H to see my mom I hadn’t seen her in a long time, so I didn’t want to leave early. Anyway… How about we sit down instead of standing here?”

It all went well until he started his new joke. “So currently I rent an apartment and bonus it came with a roommate,” he said, making the audience let out a soft laugh. "Recently, my roommate brought over a friend aaand it's a girl, a pretty one at that," Jerry said, bobbing his eyebrows up and down wolfishly, making the crowd murmur soft chuckles. I suddenly turned rigid and tried to make myself look small.

Warm light poured across our table, catching on Liam’s watch, Macey’s silver rings, and the edge of my nail polish. I let myself settle in. Liam launched into a story about his roommate’s horrible Tinder date—the girl showed up with her mother, apparently, and insisted on a background check before the appetizer. Macey howled with laughter, practically choking on her drink. “No way. That didn’t happen.” “I swear,” Liam said, raising his hand like he was in court. “It was the most uncomfortable three-course meal of his life. Her mom even asked if he’d ever been arrested.”

The hell? "Um...about that..." I touched the back of my neck. "I'm already in contact with my roommate, we thought it was best to get to know each other before we resumed. And she has a little family problem, her Mom got into an accident so she won't be resuming anytime soon." I lied like a pro while keeping my head up high so they wouldn't find any loopholes in my story. "Oh my God, that's really bad." My Mum said with disappointment written all over face.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, princess.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

We had our lunch at a fine restaurant in the mall we were at. The conversations were merely interesting and I was making a way for a question I had to ask. Though I thought Xia would pipe down her chitchat when we're in a relationship now, but it was otherwise. She remained the annoying girl I used to hate. "And there was this one time I caught my friend stalking this girl, hahaha!" Her stories never ends. "Xia…" "There was a weird rumor about the girl she was looking up though."

I clear my throat and reaffirm. "My roommate is a boy." AUTHOR’S NOTE Raise your hand if you’ve ever lied to your parent and then spent the rest of the day rethinking your entire life. Now raise your hand if you’ve ever said “it’s fine” while dying inside and eating a dry scone. Comment and let me know: Would YOU tell your dad the truth? Should River accept the roommate situation… or escape while she still can? Drop a comment, or I will send Taylor to personally knock on your door, shirtless.

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.

“You and your roommate were close, huh?” “Yeah,” I say quickly, locking the phone. “We were.” She grins, oblivious. “Kinda cute, actually. Bro love or whatever.” Before I can reply, she’s gone, laughing down the hall. The dining table’s already crowded when I come back down. Someone’s pushed the centerpiece aside to make room for too many plates, and Dad’s in the middle of retelling a story he’s told every Christmas I can remember, something about a buzzer-beater he made in college. He’s pouring drinks to punctuate it, sloshing a little onto the table but pretending not to notice.

"You're in college now, so act a little more mature. Take my son, for example. He's studying in the Veyrion and sharing an apartment with strangers. At first, he wanted to move out too. But now, they all get along fine. "If he can do it, why can't you?" I rolled my eyes at Gary's pompous little speech. He clearly leaned on his PhD wife and loved bragging about having a highly educated spouse and a child studying abroad. Put nicely, he seemed relaxed and privileged. But put bluntly, he was just showing off. Since changing dorms was out of the question, I sighed and left the office.