MidReal Story

Cuddles with My Hot Roommate

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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 Tina.

No, that was an understatement.

I loathed Tina.

Detested her.

Abhorred her.

The only thing I didn't do was write a poem about how much I despised her because I wasn't poetic enough.

Tina and I had been assigned roommates our freshman year, and it had been a disaster ever since.

We were complete opposites, and our personalities clashed in every single way.

I was average height with curly brown hair and introverted.

Tina, on the other hand, was petite with straight black hair and outspoken.

She was also complex, but I was certain if I spent enough time studying her, like under a microscope, I could figure her out.

I just never had the time to do it.

I always came home to find her sprawled across my side of the bed with all my stuff thrown across the floor while she looked at me like what was I doing here?

Like I was intruding.

I stared at her, not responding.

My jaw was clenched in irritation, and I was certain my eyes were flashing with anger.

The silence stretched between us as I deliberately turned away from her, walking to my dresser.

I pulled out my gray cotton pajama pants and a black tank top, knowing she was watching me from behind.

I could feel her presence, her fidgeting.

My movements were stiff as I changed, my athletic frame tense from the fight we'd had earlier that day.

The cotton fabric settled against my skin as I pulled the pants up over my hips.

Without looking at her, I moved to my bed and lay down, pressing myself against the wall to leave space for her.

I watched her from the corner of my eye, clutching her pillow in front of her like it was a shield.

I was still angry with her, but I couldn't deny that I had never seen her like this.

She looked so vulnerable.

I lifted the blanket slightly, inviting her in without saying a word.

Her shoulders relaxed, and she crawled in beside me.

She was small, so I didn't have to move much to accommodate her.

The mattress dipped beneath her weight as she settled in beside me, and I felt her back press against mine.

Neither of us said anything for the longest time.

Minutes ticked by, and the only sound was our breathing.

It wasn't until hers slowed that I realized she'd been as wound up as I was. Her body relaxed against me, and I felt the tension ease from my shoulders as well.

My anger slowly seeped out of me, replaced with a sense of peace I'd never experienced before.

It wasn't until I felt her hand brush against mine that I realized we were both asleep.

She'd reached for me in her sleep, and as much as I wanted to pull away, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Tina's voice was barely a whisper, breaking the silence.

"I don't hate you," I replied, surprised by the honesty in my own voice.

"Then why do you always act like I'm some kind of enemy?" she asked, her vulnerability catching me off guard.