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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
I hated Tina.
No, that wasn’t enough.
I loathed Tina.
Detested her.
Abhorred her.
The feeling was mutual, I was sure.
Tina didn’t like me either.
Our relationship was simple: we didn’t get along.
That was it.
We were complete opposites and the inevitable clashes occurred far too frequently.
I was average: average height, average brown hair that decided to curl up the days I didn’t put any effort into making it straight, average brown eyes, average intelligence… You get the idea.
Tina, on the other hand, was far from average.
She was petite with long, straight black hair, a multitude of piercings on her ears and a complex personality to match the complex shade of dark blue her eyes appeared in certain lighting.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do.
Tina and I had just had a fight a few hours ago about my study habits.
I was sure she would be asleep by now, but here she was, asking me if she could sleep in my bed.
The pillow in her hands seemed to be a peace offering, but I knew better than to trust Tina.
She stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, waiting for my answer.
The silence between us was awkward and uncomfortable.
Finally, I shifted over in my narrow bed, making space for her.
She practically dove into the bed, curling up against my side like a little ball of black hair and piercings.
Her hair tickled my neck as she settled and I could smell the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo.
The warmth of her body next to mine was odd, but it was also strangely comforting.
I could feel her breathing steady as she settled, her body unconsciously seeking warmth.
I remained rigid, unsure of what to do with this girl I had spent the last several months despising.
The coconut scent grew stronger as she shifted, her head bumping against my shoulder.
A small grunt escaped her lips, but she didn’t move away.
Outside our window, I could hear the distant sounds of campus nightlife: a car horn honking in the distance, laughter and voices from people walking on the pavement below, a dog barking somewhere in the neighborhood.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside our window.
It cast strange shadows on Tina’s face, making her look almost gentle.
Her breathing was steady and slow, creating a soothing rhythm that slowly relaxed my tense muscles.
I could feel my eyelids growing heavy, but I fought against sleep.
I didn’t want to be caught off guard by Tina again.
But as I lay there, listening to her breathing, I felt my eyelids growing heavier and heavier until I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I fell asleep, lulled by the sound of Tina’s breathing and the scent of coconut shampoo.
When I woke up the next morning, Tina was gone.
I lay there for a few minutes, trying to process what had happened the night before.
It wasn’t like Tina to be so vulnerable with me.
She was always tough and rough around the edges, never showing any signs of weakness.
But last night, she had been different.
She had been almost gentle, asking me if she could sleep in my bed because she needed company. It was strange to see her like that.
Tina was always so confident and self-assured, but last night she had been vulnerable and scared.
It made me realize that maybe we weren’t so different after all.
Maybe we both just needed someone to lean on sometimes.
I rolled over in bed, staring at the wall as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened.
I heard a knock at the door and got up to answer it.
It was one of Tina’s friends from down the hall, asking if she had seen Tina yet that morning.
I told her that Tina hadn’t come back to our room yet and she thanked me before hurrying off down the hall.
I went back to my room and sat down on my bed, staring at the wall as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. The moonlight streaming through the window cast an eerie glow over Tina’s face as she lay beside me in bed.
Her features were usually sharp and angular, but in the dim light they appeared softer than usual.
Her breathing was steady and slow, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash over me like a calming wave.
The scent of coconut shampoo wafted up from her hair, filling my senses with its sweet fragrance.
As I lay there, listening to her breathing and feeling her warmth beside me, something strange happened within me.
My body began to relax, my tense muscles slowly releasing their hold on my bones.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at the indent Tina’s head had left in my pillow.
The scent of coconut shampoo lingered in the air, reminding me of the strange events of last night.
My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me out of my reverie.
I picked it up and saw a text from Neil, asking if I had seen Tina yet that morning.
I stared at the screen for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to say.
I typed out several responses before deleting them all and starting again.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him what had happened between Tina and me.
The image of her disheveled hair and tired eyes kept popping into my mind, making it hard for me to focus on anything else. I reached out and touched the pillow where she had slept, remembering how peaceful she looked without her usual mask of toughness.
I finally typed, "She was here last night, but she's gone now."
Neil's reply came almost instantly: "Gone? She didn't mention anything about leaving."
I hesitated before responding, "I think something's going on with her, Neil. She seemed... different."
I grabbed my phone and keys, heading out the door.
I paused for a moment in the hallway, looking back at our room.
Tina's bed was still unmade from the day before, her favorite hoodie draped over her desk chair.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over everything, making the empty spaces feel even more pronounced.
I checked my phone again, but there were no new messages from Neil or Tina.
My feet carried me down the stairs and out into the crisp morning air.
I paused on the sidewalk, staring at Tina's message.
My thumb hovered over the reply button as students streamed past me on their way to morning classes.
The simple text seemed to hold a thousand different meanings after last night's vulnerability.
I typed and deleted several responses before finally sending, "Where?"
The campus coffee shop across the street caught my eye.
It was our usual battleground for arguments, but maybe it would be a good place to meet.
My phone buzzed again: "Not there. Meet me at the oak tree behind the library at noon."
I checked the time: 9:47 AM.
The oak tree was where we had first met during orientation.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
I walked across campus, passing the coffee shop and the student union.
The library came into view, its tall brick facade surrounded by a cluster of smaller buildings.
The oak tree stood sentinel behind it, its massive branches stretching out like arms embracing the lawn.
Students were already scattered on blankets studying, while others hurried past with coffee cups in hand.
I checked my phone: 11:52 AM.
Eight minutes early.
The bench beneath the oak's sprawling branches was empty, the leaves casting dappled shadows on its weathered wood.
I settled onto the cool surface, running my fingers over the initials carved by countless students before me.
My stomach churned at the memory of Tina's warmth against me last night, her coconut scent still lingering in my mind.
The sound of footsteps approached from behind, but I didn't turn.
My fingers continued to trace the carved initials, waiting for Tina's arrival.
The bench creaked as I shifted, catching the sound of her voice.
"Chanel."
I turned to see Tina standing over me, her dark gaze fixed on mine.
She wore the same wrinkled clothes from last night, her black hair hastily pulled into a messy bun.
Neither of us spoke as she moved closer, standing over me with an unfamiliar expression.
The morning crowd thinned around us, leaving an uncomfortable silence between us.
My heart pounded in my chest as she continued to stare, her eyes holding mine with an intensity I'd never seen before.
"Let's talk," she finally said, her voice steady but soft.
I shifted over on the worn wooden bench, making space for her to sit.
My thigh brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through me at the sudden contact.
Her fingers fidgeted with the frayed edge of her shirt sleeve, avoiding my gaze.
The oak leaves cast dappled shadows across her face as she took a deep breath.
Neither of us spoke for several long moments, the only sound coming from the distant hum of campus life.
A group of students walked past, their laughter fading into the distance as they disappeared behind the library.
Tina's fingers drummed against her knee in an unsteady rhythm.
I watched as her fingers moved, their anxious beat matching the pounding of my heart.
The oak's shadows danced across our hands, the only reminder of the world around us.
The passing students' voices became a distant murmur, fading into the background as Tina's restless fingers slowed.
I noticed a slight tremor in her shoulders, a small betrayal of her otherwise calm demeanor.
Without thinking, I extended my hand toward hers, hesitating for a moment above her restless fingers.
The memory of her sleeping form in my bed gave me courage, and I lowered my palm to cover hers.
Her drumming stopped instantly, and I felt her muscles relax beneath my touch.
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine.
"I didn't mean for things to get so complicated," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I squeezed her hand gently, leaning closer. "Then let's figure it out together, okay?"
She shifted closer, her weight against me as she leaned in.
Her head came to rest on my shoulder, the fabric of her wrinkled shirt brushing against my arm.
The scent of coconut shampoo lingered in her hair, a faint reminder of last night's unexpected intimacy.
Students continued to pass by the oak tree, some glancing over at us curiously—the notorious fighting roommates sitting together in an uncharacteristic display of unity.
My hand remained over hers, our fingers now loosely intertwined.
As Tina sighed contentedly, I noticed a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
The tension between us dissolved, leaving only the quiet promise of a new beginning.