Roommate Novels & Stories

Knowing this, Henry instantly relaxed and rightly said, "It’s not necessary for you to live in a big house alone. Finding someone to share can also save the rent for your house decoration. " Liam, "Do I have to share with others?" "But your new roommate will be your dream girl." Henry smiled and said, "All right, I understand. You don't have to thank me, my guy." Liam couldn't make sense to him. "I'm going to your house now." "No way. I have to do something tonight. Don't fucking bother me." "I'm a big man," said Liam. "Do you think it's appropriate to live with a girl?"

For once, neither of us rushed inside. “Goodnight, jealous neighbour,” he said. I narrowed my eyes. “Goodnight, delusional neighbour.” He smiled and disappeared into his apartment. I went into mine and shut the door. Three seconds later, there were three knocks against the wall. Knock. Knock. Knock. I stared at it. Then smiled despite myself. And knocked three times back.

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

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.

She dropped her arms around my shoulder and said, “Best friends.” “Aw. You guys are so lucky. I just got in the next room,” Karen points with her right hand, “but I haven’t met my roommate yet. We spoke online though and she seemed cool but you never know. Anyways, I’m just glad we got the double rooms and not the triple occupancy rooms. One roommate I can deal with, two I’m not so sure.” Karen was the person who was banging a hammer into her wall. Way to go girl. Disturbing my peace and now disrupting our meeting.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, princess.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

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.

"I'll just have a snack then." "You do that, dude," you sighed, walking down to your bedroom. In all honesty, Mosche wasn't even close to a bad roommate other than the chance of walking in on him doing something inappropriate in the public spaces of the apartment. You could have done far worse for a summer sublease. But still, the dude had some peculiarities. You the group chat asking where you were headed and when, and if you should eat dinner at your place. Gemma: No! Be at my place @ 6:45. Dinner here, then going out.

"Who's this?" The little red head dipped under his chin, and reached up to smack his arm with vengeance. It was cute, that she thought she was scary, and he simply waited for her to introduce him. Curious what she would say. "This is Jackson, he's our new roommate, Randy invited him." She said it simply, and Jackson felt oddly disappointed. Well, that was lame. He always liked a little spice. Leaning his elbows down over her chair, with arms cradled innocently on either side of her silky strands, he cooed. "Don't let the princess fool you, I'm also her very, very, best friend. Why, we're almost inseparable now."

This detail sparked a brilliant idea in my mind instantly. "I'm actually looking for a roommate, are you interested?" "Really?" "Yeah, it's a two-bedroom apartment, the rent is affordable for someone like me, a student. You're a professor, so it should work for you too." "Ryan, aren't you from this city too?" "I... yeah, but my family wants me to be independent, what can I do? So, are you interested?" "I am! Can I go take a look after dinner?" "Huh?" "Is that not okay? Is it inconvenient?"