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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 a little over four months, but it felt like a lifetime.
Their relationship was love-hate, and not the kind that pushed two people together, but the kind that kept them constantly at each other’s throats.
They both knew it, yet they couldn’t stop pushing and prodding each other.
It was a bad dance they did, one they couldn’t seem to stop, even when they were both tired of it.
But then there would be a moment when one of them would think the other was tolerable, even sweet, and then the pushing and prodding would start all over again.
It was a relationship that didn’t make sense, and it drove both of them mad.
They both knew it, yet they kept dancing.
It was the type of relationship that destroyed marriages and made for interesting divorces.
I stared at Tina, who was standing in the doorway, her pillow in her hands, her face awkward and uncomfortable.
The moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the dark circles under her eyes.
My bed creaked as I shifted to make room for her.
She fidgeted with her pillow, not looking at me.
The only sound was the hum of the AC unit in the window.
I could see the outline of her body under her nightgown, and I remembered the fight we had earlier that day about her "borrowing" my clothes without asking.
But seeing her like this, small and uncertain, made me feel a little softer towards her.
It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it.
I grabbed my pillow and threw it at her head.
She clutched it against her chest, her fingers digging into the fabric.
The moonlight highlighted the slight tremor in her hands.
She took a hesitant step forward, and then another, her bare feet making no sound on the cold floor.
The bed creaked again as she perched on the edge, still holding the pillow like a shield.
I scooted over to the wall, giving her room, but keeping my distance.
She smelled like strawberry shampoo, a scent I had grown used to over the months we had been living together.