The American Roommate Experiment Novels & Stories

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.

I immediately fished out my laptop from my cupboard and called Mum on Skype, I knew she would be at home at this time. “Hi Muma, I am finally done settling in, I just wanted to let you know I missed you already”, I could feel a really bright stupid smile on my face as I got up from my bed to show her the room, that if someone entered the house right now, they would think I was about to go crazy, but I didn’t care because my mum was my all. “Hi sweetie, I’m so proud of you baby and I’m sure your dad would be too”, I heard her sniffle a little but in a second, she wiped her eyes and smiled at me then continued “So tell me, how is everything going, how is your roommate, did you tell her how pis

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.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

It's not that I wasn't talking to other people to completely isolate myself… maybe I was also just used to have Toma with me. We actually see each other since we share the same room at the dorm, but we both made great effort to keep things in minimal, like our talks and other stuff. Also, I noticed that Toma found something for himself to be indulged in, so every seven at night he would go out and do whatever he got himself into. "Hey, I'll be late again tonight. So don't lock the door on me." He often tells me that whenever he's going out. "Just get the spare keys in the drawer." I told him while reading a book for my socialist class.

This is going to be fun! Samara's point of view I came outside the room and quickly dialed MIss Mary’s number, the owner of this dorm. After five rings she finally picked the call. “ MIss Mary, can you please------ “Is your new roommate arrived? If yes then take good care of him. I don’t want to listen to any complaints about your improper behavior. Got it.” She warned me and cut their call without listening to me. What the hell was that?

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.

Mitch glanced down at his dinner. “You made this, Reena? Even the sauce?” “Yep.” She took a sip of red wine. “It’s not complicated.” “It’s amazing.” “Thanks.” “So.” Mitch picked up his wine glass. “Our Big Three Compromises?” She brushed her hair back. “Yep. The most invaluable part of any roommate relationship, I swear.” “OK. Shoot.” “When two people live together, there are always things about the other person that drive them crazy.” Yeah. Like long blonde hair, perfect pink lips and sky-blue eyes. Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena.

All other expenses, including meals, were paid for as well as a small daily expense account for entertainment. I'm 28 and my wife and I just purchased our first home a couple of years ago and as you can imagine, we are on a really tight budget. I gladly opted for the fully paid room. I had not actually shared a room with someone since college, but that experience hadn't been so bad. Actually, my college roommate and I have remained good friends since graduation even though we live a considerable distance apart now.

“Heard you volunteered to be my roommate.” Liam didn’t move from the doorway. “This isn’t a fucking vacation, Thorne. Get in or get out.” Raphael’s smirk widened. He picked up the duffel and brushed past Liam, their shoulders touching for a brief, charged second. The contact sent an unwelcome jolt through Liam’s body. It's pure irritation, he told himself. The apartment suddenly felt smaller. Raphael dropped his bags in the middle of the living room and looked around slowly, taking in the modest furniture, the hockey trophies and medals on the shelves, the open-concept kitchen. “Nice place. Captain’s perks look good on you, Lannister.”