The American Roommate Experiment A Novel Novels & Stories

"Hey, you. You don't sound so good. Is everything okay? Did you get there?" "Yes, everything is fine. I'm there right now. " I tell her and there's the sound of a squeal from her end. "And how's it? How's your new roommate? Is she hot or just pretty? Nice or mean? Mean girls are usually—" Except my new fucking roommate doesn't fit with any of those descriptions. This wouldn't have happened if Aliya had just got an apartment with me, but she wanted to experience what it's like to be in the dorms and I respect her decision. According to her, you can't have a full college experience without the dorms.

Doctors aren’t God. I knew they were my memories, because people from my past confirmed the events I recalled as true and exact. I plodded back into the living room where Julia was sprawled on the sofa watching some crappy MTV reality show. The apartment I shared with my absentee roommate was a luxurious one, and more than I should’ve been able to afford. But my roommate, Jane, was another rich gal like Julia, and her moneybag parents bought her the place. Because of her mutual friendship with Julia, she charged me less than half of the rent price.

Emmily POV: Every day brings a new problem I must face as I drag myself out of bed to start the day. I stood and looked around my small, shabby room, feeling upset by its appearance. The main issue with my room is its small size; it feels cramped, like a closet. I haven't quite worked out how to get someone else in this room yet. Coincidentally, my ex-roommate was also an omega. She unexpectedly found her mate, a warrior. I have not had a roommate since she moved out.

I grin, moving to the sitting room. Our other roommate didn't come home tonight. I'd met her when I first moved in. She had seemed withdrawn and cold. Not exactly friendly. I didn't even get to know her name. Plopping down on the couch, I notice the thick novel lying beside me. It's the same one I'd seen with Danika earlier. I reach for it, picking it up. Then I flip it open. My heart stutters in my chest when I see the photo half hidden there.

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

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

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.

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

I shut my eyes tight. Could they not do that there? It was a public space, for crying out loud. And worse, I had a feeling I’d be seeing more of this. After all, I was squatting with a boy. I opened my eyes, staring up at the grainy ceiling before pushing off the door and dropping my bag on the bed. I sank into the swiveling chair in the room — which hadn’t been there last night. My guess? Jaxon moved it in. Funny.