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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.
Hated was just too mild a word for my feelings toward my so-called roommate and friend.
We had been paired together our freshman year, and I had thought it was going to be a good match.
She was outgoing; I was introverted.
I was analytical; she was complex.
I mean, I still wasn’t entirely sure what made her tick.
But that complexity turned out to be a curse in disguise.
Because no matter how much I studied her, I could never seem to figure her out or predict what she would do next.
And more often than not, her actions pissed me off.
Take last night, for example.
She’d come in at four thirty, smelling like a brewery.
I’d been up studying for my exam, and I’d had to listen to her as she stumbled around the room, knocking things over, and then she’d started in on me.
I was a nerd.
A bookworm.
A goody two shoes.
A prude.
She didn’t like that I wouldn’t go out with her and party.
She didn’t like that I spent most of my time studying.
She didn’t like that I was a virgin.
She didn’t like that I was a lesbian.
And she didn’t like that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it.
I’d tried to explain to her that I wasn’t ready to come out yet, but she hadn’t listened.
She just kept yelling at me, and then she’d fallen into bed and passed out.
I’d been awake for hours after that, unable to sleep because of how angry I was at her.
But now, as I lay here listening to her awkwardly breathing, I realized that I wasn’t angry anymore.
I was tired of it all.
Tired of fighting with her, tired of being mad at her, tired of trying to figure her out.
And so when she knocked on the door and then walked in, asking if she could sleep here tonight because she needed comfort, I just rolled over and pretended not to hear her. She stood there for a long time, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other, clutching her pillow to her chest like it was a liferaft or something.
I could see her out of the corner of my eye, but I refused to look at her directly.
The silence between us grew thicker than the fog that rolled in off the bay every morning during the summer months, and even though it was uncomfortable as hell, I refused to break it.
Finally, after what felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or so later, Tina moved closer.
Her breathing was uneven, and I could hear her weight shifting from one foot to the other as she walked across the room.
My textbooks sat on my desk in front of the window, untouched since last night’s fight.
I had an exam tomorrow morning; I should have been studying instead of lying here in bed staring at them. The floorboards creaked under Tina’s feet as she came closer and closer until finally she stopped beside my bed.
I could feel her looming over me even though I refused to look at her directly.
The silence between us grew even thicker than before, and then Tina spoke again.
"Look, I know you’re not sleeping. 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."
I stared up at the ceiling, my jaw clenched.
She shifted her weight again, and the old wooden floorboards creaked under her feet.
Her pillow fell to the ground with a soft thud, and then she was quiet.
I could hear her breathing quickening as she readied herself for another one of our famous fights, but then instead of spewing insults at me like she usually did, Tina picked up her pillow and walked to the side of my bed.
The mattress dipped under her weight as she sat down on its edge.
My nose twitched as that familiar scent of hers reached my nostrils—vanilla mixed with something citrusy, probably from the shampoo she used.
And even though I was still mad at her, even though my brain was screaming at me to roll over and face the wall again, my body had other ideas entirely.
I shifted over, making space for her.