Roommates Stories Novels & Stories

Roommates 3 She was two hour into reading the art of story telling when the scraping of chair from close by gained her attention. It was annoying that anyone would do something this aggravating in the library. She tried to ignore it and focused on the writing on the book but then something else got her attention. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone seating opposite her clumsily putting out text book in front of them making a clattering noise. She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

He noticed my expression and decided to discuss with me. "Ughh..it's about my apartment." He sighed annoyed looking at his phone with a hint of distress. "Um..What about it?" I asked swiftly but I tried my best not took look like I am prying. "My roommate, He just moved out, I am searching for a decent roommate but this city is filled with weirdos... You know?" He said looking slightly annoyed. "Yeah... Tell me about it!" I said reminiscent of the good old days with my roomie.

I chuckled, “I tend to learn about people around me really fast so don’t think it’s something I notice only in my husband. You might as well be my roommate and I’d still act the same way.” An amused smile took to his face, “So, that’s what I am now? Your roommate?” “Well, let me see. We share the same house but different rooms. We mind our own business, split chores and clean up after ourselves. That’s exactly what roommates do.” She said, a dazzling smile still dancing across her face. “Really?” He smirked, “Do roommates also make out with each other?” My smile vanished instantly, and instead, red had taken over my face.

Hey everyone! I'm Maddie and this happened this last Saturday night. I'm in college and I have two roommates: Erin and Troy. Erin, Troy, and I all met in the campus pride club last year and became friends, so we figured we would split an apartment this year. Now with the lockdown, we are all quarantined together. I asked them if I could post this story as payback for my sexual frustration (you'll see) and they agreed.

Miranda was a cautionary tale that brought some sense back to them. They began to spend more time and energy on their studies. After all, no one wanted to follow in her footsteps and be expelled due to flunking too many classes. There were no more foolish plans for the future. I thoroughly enjoyed my college years. … Soon, we were graduating. Everyone went on with their own lives. I went abroad for further studies. When I returned, I bumped into one of my two roommates in a restaurant. She was working as a waitress. Apparently, the other roommate was married to a rather average man after repeatedly failing to make the cut in the workforce. Now, she lived a life dependent on another person's

And how did I end up in such a state? Looking at the familiar dorm room before me, memories of my three roommates chatting and laughing are still vivid in my mind—Ethan doing push-ups, Jovian secretly working on his crafts, Chris wearing his Bose headphones while coding, and me racking my brain to write a term paper. But everything has changed now, and the past is gone. How did the four of us end up in such an awkward situation? I ran my hands through my hair and pulled a little, muttering under my breath, “You really screwed this one up, Aiden.”

"You've had other roommates?" "Three." "Three?" She nodded. "One snored like a dying wolf. One talked in her sleep and kept apologizing to furniture. The last one transferred after two weeks because she couldn't survive the cafeteria's mashed potatoes." "...Mashed potatoes?" with my eyes talking. "They tasted like betrayal." Despite everything that had just happened, I laughed. "You are unbelievable." "I've been told." The room finally felt warm again, as though the strange wind had never existed. If not for the pounding in my chest, I would have convinced myself I'd imagined the feather.

"You don't have to plate the pizzas. Just keep it on the table. We'll devour it." I take of my shoes and get comfortable. I can't for the life of me remember the last time I was here. "Your roommate's not here or what?" "That's part of the offloading I have for you." And without complain, I sit there and listen to Ria talk about her roommate, her sister's cat and the one time she tried dying her hair. I know it's a wrong emotion, but I feel angry and jealous. Why does she get to live a perfectly normal life while I've been dying on the inside?

Before she could answer, I climbed into my bunk, pulled the curtain shut, and turned up my headphones to block out the world. From then on, I stuck close to my best friend on campus, Emma Collins, and cut off all interaction with my three roommates. When my dad and my brother, Andrew, learned from Emma that Ryan had scammed me out of love and money, they transferred me another five thousand and reminded me that spending money on men only brought disaster. I promised them I’d keep my eyes open and never again hand money to a man or believe in his sweet lies.