The Roommates Novels & Stories

she said. We both walked into the lecture hall and took seats beside each other. I opened the huge textbook I had with me and began flipping through the page. "Who's your roommate?" She asked. "Zeke," I said. "Girl, if it's Zeke Rodriguez, then you better get another dorm," she said with a knowing black American voice. "Why's that?" I asked. "You see, Zeke doesn't like sharing room with people especially girls so he's gonna get you transferred to another room, or rather you'll transfer yourself," she said in her normal voice.

"They're desperate for someone to take the room, and it's so close to campus." Is he serious? My mind races a mile a minute. This could open up so many opportunities—going out more than twice a year, getting more sleep, and having more freedom than I do now. "Who are the roommates?" I inquire, and he grins. "You've met Mark and Kyle before, right?" "I think so," I mumble, trying to remember where I've seen them. "Maybe once?" "Cool, and there's Kent." "Kent?" I question, and he nods. "I've never crossed paths with him."

Jordan added. “Four of us?” Avery asked, “Oh, you didn’t know? Jordan and I are roommates too” “So technically, it’s going to be four of us from tonight until graduation do us part!” Noah said in a frenzy. “What do you say roomie?” Avery teased. “Uuuuh, let’s go!!” Margaret yelped. It was past midnight when the four of them finally arrived at their hostel, they bought lots of junks and some booze for the night.

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.

She was Asian, short, with soft curves and a beautiful complexion. Josie’s Dad wasn’t what I expected. He wore steel toe work boots with worn jeans and a Carthart t-shirt. A look of shock traveled across his tired face. “Momma, Daddy, these are my roommates Maverick and Jordan.” Silence enveloped the room. Jordan hummed the Jeopardy theme song beneath his breath. Her mother turned to her and said, “You said you were moving in with a girl? These,” she said, gesturing toward the two of us, “are not girls.”

I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?" "roommates? this is our room, I think you were roomed with us" one of them said. "what! I was roomed with boys!!" I yelled. The guys exchanged skeptical glances, and one of them muttered under his breath, "Great, just what we need." I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room in horror. How could they do this to me? how can they room me with... boys. One of them, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing blue eyes, stood up from the couch and walked towards me, a charming smile plastered on his face. "Hi, I'm Ethan," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

What is broken can be splinted. “Now all mated pairs—stand.” Seventy-two people rise. “Each of you find another mated couple. They will be your roommates for the time being.” They start to mingle, small conversations blooming like cautious flowers. They find lifelong friends, distant family, familiar warmth in unfamiliar circumstances. Ten minutes pass. Most have paired off. “Come forward and place your names on this paper in the empty slots. There should be four names per slot.” Simon leans close, his breath warm against my neck as he whispers, “There are only five apartments left.”

After his speech, he told the candidates that they may enter the mansion and find their roommates. Rain and Kylie gathered their luggage, Rain suddenly nervous to find out who would be her roommate. She didn’t have to worry about being paired with Eric since males and females couldn’t room together. But, what if she had to room with Monica. Rain would surely lose her shit and probably get expelled. She smiled at the thought. It wouldn’t be the first time she was expelled.

Her face looked older, but her clothes and energy screamed ‘forever 23. "Hello, ma'am, I am River Wilson, and I..." "We do not have any rooms left; this semester was brutal." Hearing her say that made my heart skip a beat, but I was sure that I would be able to convince her to swap me with someone else. "Oh no, I already have a room," I say, and she looks at me as if I had gone mad. "Then why are you here?" "There was a mix-up," I say, setting the file on the table that separated us and pulling out the rental agreement. "My roommate is a boy." She looks up at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language. I clear my throat and reaffirm.

I said to Rowan and he nodded. We made our way to the hall. It was gigantic, packed, buzzing with cheap excitement. Students huddled in groups, laughing way too loud, acting like this was a festival. The speaker echoed again: “This is the roommate selection game! Each student will draw a slip. Whatever room number you choose, you must remain in that room. No changes allowed.” Murmurs rippled the hall. My eye twitched. Roommates, strangers snoring, breathing near me. Kill me now! I should just die! Shit!