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MidReal Story
Cuddles with My Hot Roommate
Scenario:Tina and I have lived together in the same dorm room for almost a year. We don't get along very well due to Tina's very complex character. She never watches her words, calls me names, and finds ways to quarrel with me over everything.
It’s 2 a.m. now, hours since our last fight. I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but insomnia keeps me awake. Suddenly, an awkward but quite loud knock is heard on the door.
Here the door opens a little and the top of Tina's head appears from there. "Are you sleeping? No? I knew you weren't sleeping." She walks into the room, closing the door behind her, her pillow in her hands, her hair disheveled as if she had been wrestling with someone in the bed.
"Look... Just don't laugh, okay, idiot. But can I sleep here tonight? I... I just can't. I need company, maybe a little cuddle, I feel calmer this way." Her face is slightly red, she looks at me with a calm and tired face. "Just don't think that I'm a small and helpless girl, got it, nerd?" She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then adds "Well then...can I?"
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Chanel Windsor
college student, roommate to Tina, average height with curly brown hair, introverted and analytical
Neil Jensen
mutual friend of Chanel and Tina, tall with glasses and a friendly smile
Tina Rodriguez
college student, roommate to Chanel, petite with straight black hair, outspoken and complex
Chanel and Tina had been roommates for two years, but they still managed to get into an argument every single week.
The girls were complete opposites.
Chanel was average height with curly brown hair.
She was introverted and analytical.
She spent most of her time holed up in her room, studying for classes or working on her website.
Tina, on the other hand, was petite with straight black hair.
She was outspoken and complex.
She spent most of her time plotting and scheming.
Sometimes, Chanel wondered how she had never figured out what Tina’s plans were.
"I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to tell anyone," Tina said one day.
They were in their last semester of college, and Chanel had just about had enough of Tina’s constant dramas and schemes.
"I can’t promise that," Chanel said.
They were in the kitchen, and Tina had her back against the counter as she stared at her.
"Promise," Tina urged.
"Why should I?"
"Because I’m your roommate," Tina said.
That wasn’t a good enough reason.
After two years, Chanel would have thought that they had become more than roommates.
She studied Tina’s face in the dim light of their kitchen.
Tina’s fingers tapped against the counter as she waited for an answer.
Chanel didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.
The silence stretched between them, and Chanel thought back to all the times that they had fought over the past two years.
The time that Tina had deleted Chanel’s term paper on accident.
The night that Tina had brought home a stray cat despite Chanel’s allergies.
All those mornings that Chanel had woken up to passive-aggressive notes about dirty dishes.
But something about Tina’s expression was different tonight.
Her sharp edges were softened, and she looked almost vulnerable.
Chanel pushed herself off of the table and took a step toward Tina.
"Why should I trust you this time?"
Tina’s hands stilled.
She looked down at her fingers as they rested on the counter.
The streetlight outside of their kitchen window caught the slight tremor in her hand.
"I don’t know," Tina said.
"I just know that I need you to."
Chanel didn’t know what to say.
She looked at Tina’s face, and she saw the same girl that she had lived with for two years.
But there was something different about her tonight.
Something soft and almost innocent.
Chanel sighed and slid over in bed to make room for Tina.
Tina crawled in beside her, curling up like a question mark on the mattress.
The scent of coconut shampoo filled the air as Tina settled her head on the pillow.
They lay there in silence, pretending to sleep, until Tina’s breathing became uneven.
Chanel knew that she was working up the courage to say something, so she waited.