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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 was an understatement.
I loathed Tina.
Even that didn’t cut it.
If I could use one word to describe my feelings for Tina, it would be detest.
But even that wasn’t strong enough.
I had a whole dictionary in my head, but none of the words seemed adequate enough to describe the emotions I felt for my so-called roommate.
Maybe there just wasn’t a word in the English language that could describe how much I hated her.
I didn’t think it was possible to hate someone this much and not have a word to describe it.
My hatred for Tina wasn’t a simple, everyday hatred.
It was an hatred that went deep down into my very soul.
It was a complex, multifaceted hatred that would take an entire dictionary to describe.
I stared at her, my jaw clenched tight.
She stood there, holding her pillow to her chest, waiting for my answer.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and oppressive.
My fingers gripped the bedsheet, my knuckles white with tension.
Part of me wanted to tell her to get lost, to let her suffer alone after everything she’d put me through.
But another part of me saw something in her eyes that night, something that made me hesitate.
Without a word, I shifted over in my bed, pressing myself against the wall.
Tina took small steps forward, her bare feet silent on the floor.
She slid under my covers, her back turned to me.
The mattress dipped as she shifted position, her back still turned to me.
Her breathing was uneven, and I knew she was just as awake and uncomfortable as I was.
The familiar scent of her coconut shampoo filled my nostrils, making me grimace.
I stared up at the ceiling, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars we’d put up there during orientation week, back when we thought we might actually become friends.
My arm tingled where it brushed against her shoulder, the contact feeling wrong but neither of us moved away.
Minutes ticked by on my bedside clock, and finally Tina’s breathing steadied into a slow rhythm.
"Why did you let me stay?" Tina's voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife.
"Because, despite everything, I couldn't leave you alone tonight," I replied, my voice betraying the conflict within me.
"You still care, don't you?" she asked, turning slightly to meet my gaze, her eyes searching for something in mine.