Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

I'd managed to bank over $19,000. I met my roommate and we worked out the room details, picking beds, closet sides, moving our furniture around. He was also a sophomore, ROTC, and had been going out with a girl the previous year. They hadn't stayed in touch over the summer and he was fretting about getting back together with her. He seemed like a pretty decent guy, and I was hoping we could be friends.

“But I’m so glad it happened. You’re even cuter in person, you know that? Your smile is exactly like in your photos. I’ve been dying to meet you properly.” I laughed, feeling shy but thrilled. “Stop it. You’re the one who looks like a model. How tall are you anyway? You make me feel short.” “Five-nine,” she said with a playful wink. “But don’t worry, I like looking down at you. It’s kind of adorable. So tell me any crazy roommate stories yet? Mine keeps blasting music at midnight.” We talked for over an hour, the conversation flowing easily from online jokes to real-life updates. We laughed about the terrible campus Wi-Fi, shared horror stories about our first lectures, and teased each other

"Does he leave the toilet seat up? Steal the covers? Come on, we absolutely need all the juicy details!" "He's actually pretty neat. Almost annoyingly so." I swirled my drink. "Everything in its place, shirts organized by color in the closet." "Rich people problems," Nova sighed dramatically. "Meanwhile, my roommate leaves dirty dishes in the sink for days." "At least you have a roommate who pays rent," Vivian countered. "Mine is three weeks late and keeps promising 'next Friday.'" We fell into easy conversation, trading work horror stories and weekend plans. I was halfway through my cosmo when I spotted him across the bar.

"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."

New Story Title: Generational Roomies His mom's college roommate becomes his roommate. Enjoy reading.. ********* "Are you still trying to find a new roommate?" "Yeah, unfortunately." "Wonderful, I think I have a solution." Evan moved the phone away from his ear for a moment. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought to himself. Leave it to his mom to find something worse than, "I have this lovely girl I want you to meet." "And what would that be?" he asked, returning the phone to his ear.

“To the ones who leave and come back. To the ones who stay. To us.” They clinked. “To us,” they echoed. Dinner was loud—laughter, stories, teasing. Lila told them about her dorm roommate (a music major who played violin at 3 a.m.), her first all-nighter (paint everywhere), her favorite professor (a sculptor who swore like a sailor). Noah told her about his surf meet (second place again—closer this time). Emily and Alexander listened—smiling, soaking it in. After dessert—pie with extra whipped cream—Lila leaned back.

"I thought it didn't matter and I would have told you eventually when it came up," "Why would you need a roommate if you owned the place?" I asked, hoping that he would make me understand something about his life. "Can we first talk about the stunt you pulled earlier, running off to nowhere?" "No," I stated, stubbornly giving him no choice but to answer my question. "Because I was going crazy all alone in this apartment and my nightmares were haunting me, Ridhi. That's why I needed a roommate because I thought it would help." He sighed and walked past me towards the kitchen.

The laughter didn't make my side hurt anymore. "Damn straight. You should be too. They'll kill humans that know too much." He warned me, cutting my laughter short. "Noted." The room fell silent for a while as Tate busied himself with random things. "Hey, Kiran?" Tate finally cut the silence. "Yeah, what's up?" "You know I'm looking for a roommate. Mine found his mate a couple of weeks ago and moved out with her. How about it? It's $400 a month for everything and the fridge is always stocked."

“Not yet. Mostly regular guys trying to get in shape. One lady today kept trying to flirt instead of listening, it was Awkward as hell.” Mia laughed. “Bet that happens a lot.” “Sometimes.” He looked at her sideways. “You’re easy to talk to, you know that? Most roommates I’ve had just stay in their rooms.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, feeling bold. “The cooking helps.” They kept talking as the sky outside darkened. Jamal told her about his little sister back home who kept sending him memes.. But every time he shifted on the couch, she noticed the way his body moved. Every time she laughed, his eyes lingered on her face a second longer.

I lay back on my bed and switched off the bedside lamp, my eyes scanning the darkness as my thoughts ran wary. Lisa woke me up again, loud pop music blasting through the room from her Bluetooth speaker. “Is it a crime to have a roommate?” I asked, tuning down the volume. “What’s up, Mrs. Aldwin?” she asked, giving me a funny look. I buried my face in my hands, laughing hard at her joke. She laughed too. “So you have an appointment with ‘Danees’? That’s some next-level Ish.” “Remind me again,” I said, buzzing with excitement.