MidReal Story

Cuddles with My Hot Roommate

W.D Gaster

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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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?"

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

I hated my roommate.

It was a fact I had come to terms with after only two weeks of living together.

There was no use in denying it anymore.

We just weren't compatible in any way, shape, or form.

I liked to wake up early and go to bed early; Tina stayed up late and woke up late.

I cleaned and did my dishes right away; Tina always left hers overnight.

I was quiet; Tina was loud.

I liked simple; Tina liked complicated.

I was simple, and Tina was complicated.

We didn't see eye-to-eye in any aspect of our lives, and because of that, it felt like we were constantly at war.

I stared at Tina's anxious face, weighing my options.

Part of me wanted to tell her no just for spite, but something in her expression made me hesitate.

Before I could respond, she shuffled closer to my bed, her bare feet making soft sounds against the floor.

I shifted toward the wall, creating space on the mattress for her.

Tina slid under my covers, her pillow bumping against mine as she settled in.

Her body radiated warmth, and I could feel the heat of her skin even through the layers of fabric between us.

She lay facing away from me, and we were silent for several minutes.

Then, almost imperceptibly, she inched backward until her back touched my arm.

I didn't pull away.

For the first time, I realized that maybe we weren't so different after all.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see her tense shoulders.

What was wrong?

I wondered.

What had brought about this vulnerable side of her?

The silence stretched on for several minutes, punctuated only by Tina's uneven breathing.

I shifted slightly, and she flinched at the sudden movement.

"Everything ok?"

I whispered.

She didn't answer right away, but instead pulled the blanket tighter around herself and pressed her back more firmly against my arm.

After a moment, she spoke, her voice barely audible.

"Just shut up and let me sleep here."

"Is it really that bad out there?" I asked softly, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Tina sighed, her voice a mix of frustration and weariness. "It's not just out there; it's everything, everywhere."

I hesitated, sensing the weight of her words. "What do you mean by everything?"

The dim glow of my bedside lamp cast an eerie light on Tina's face.

She shifted onto her side, her back to me, and clutched the blanket tightly around herself.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

"It doesn't matter. Just leave it alone."

I rolled onto my side, facing her back.

Her uneven breathing filled the silence.

I reached out tentatively, touching her arm lightly.

"Hey," I whispered.

She flinched at my touch but didn't pull away.

"Look at me."

Tina remained frozen for a moment, then slowly turned to face me.

Her breathing was labored, and tears tracked down her cheeks in the faint light of the lamp.

I reached out again, my thumb brushing against her damp cheek.

She flinched at first, but then leaned into my touch, fresh tears spilling over my fingers.

The mattress shifted as she inched closer, her forehead almost touching mine.

Her breath came in shaky gasps that gradually steadied as I continued wiping away her tears.

The familiar scent of coconut shampoo filled the space between us.

"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice breaking.

"Of what?" I asked gently, trying to hold her gaze.

"Of losing everything that matters," she whispered, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I shifted closer, our faces inches apart on the shared pillow.

Tina's gaze darted away when I tried to meet her eyes, but she didn't retreat.

The scent of coconut shampoo mingled with the faint tang of salt from her tears as she sniffled softly.

Her small frame shook with each uneven breath.

Another sob wracked her body, and I slowly lifted my arm.

She tensed but didn't resist as I draped it over her side.

Her skin felt cold through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.