The American Roommate Experiment A Novel Novels & Stories

I had seen that face a million times among people looking at me like I have done something so wrong to them. Like I was the enemy. Was I not the victim? I open the door and get quickly finished off. “ thank you for bringing me h..” but the man had already left. Now I'm all alone waiting for when the girls are going to come back but when they did I knew that life would soon go back to being miserable. what was I even expecting. it would seem that my prayers have been answered much quicker than i expected. When I tried to shut the door behind me, it was pushed open yet again and the same bunch of girls entered the room. I'm no longer sure if I can call them roommates. I have never had to share

Chapter 1: The Roommate I Never Asked For I claimed the bed by the window the second I walked in. Habit. Control. The only things that ever made sense. Duffle on the floor, shirts folded into the drawer like I was still at camp, protein powder lined up neat next to the mini-fridge. Three days until classes, one unexpected roommate swap, and I was already telling myself it wouldn’t matter. Roommate was a roommate. As long as he didn’t leave his shit everywhere or talk too much, I could ignore him the same way I ignored everything that didn’t fit the plan.

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.

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

I was just stepping out when the doorbell rang. I didn't answer it. I just went straight into my room. After a minute, I heard one of my roommates come out of their room to answer the door. There was a small exchange, then a loud knock sounded on my door. I was naked and had just pulled a T-shirt over my head when the doorknob turned and my roommate walked in. I quickly brought the cloth down over my body, feeling uncomfortable. It was my Amish roommate. "I knocked," she said stiffly, as though the two words were enough excuse as to why she'd opened the door to my room without asking first.

I had always been careful about my space. My apartment was small, yes, but it was mine, a carefully curated refuge where every shelf, every cushion, every book had a place. I liked it that way—neat, predictable, controlled. But when I posted the ad for a new roommate, I hadn’t expected Mara. And yet, the instant she stepped across the threshold, I realized I would never see my apartment the same way again.

Alex~ I’m half listening as the professor rambles on about digital user marketing and scrolls through his slides. The other half of my mind is on my roommate, the guy who seemed larger than life. To proud to not get himself noticed whenever he is around. He seemed so deflated and weak this morning.

She was the one with the real problem! I thought that since we were roommates and it was only the first semester, there was no need to sour things between us. Nonetheless, my genuine kindness had only made Rachel feel entitled to take advantage of me.

But I said, “Yeah. I’m sure.” He gave me a small, crooked smile that did something dangerous to my chest. “Okay then,” he said. “Roommates… with benefits.” I drained my coffee to hide whatever was showing on my face. This was going to be fine. Totally fine. I was so screwed.

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”