MidReal Story

Cuddles with My Hot Roommate

JJ Hall

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

My name is Chanel, and I have been given the unhappy task of describing the most unhappy person I have ever met: Tina Rodriguez.

Tina and I became roommates our first year in college, and we did not get along.

Our personalities were different: I was introverted, analytical, and quiet.

Tina was complex.

She was different from day to day, sometimes hour by hour.

I never knew when she would be happy or unhappy.

Our first real argument happened on a Wednesday morning, six days after we moved in.

I was running late, and Tina had left the cap off my jasmine shampoo.

I did not understand why she used my things.

We did not have the same hair: mine was curly and brown; Tina’s straight and black.

She argued it was cheaper to buy one bottle of shampoo that they could both use.

I argued we could not both use it because of our hair.

We ended up shouting until Neil, a mutual friend who lived next door, came in and asked us to be quiet.

We did not speak for two days, but we made up when we realized we loved each other.

We had more arguments after that Wednesday, but we learned to pick fights we could win.

I stare at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about Tina's request.

She is vulnerable tonight, and I remember the first time she was vulnerable.

It was the day we fought over my shampoo.

She had been crying in her bed, and I had felt sorry for her.

I look over at Tina, who has already settled onto my bed.

I will stop by the drugstore tomorrow and buy Tina her expensive moisturizing shampoo, plus my jasmine one.

I will leave a note on her pillow that says "Your hair, your shampoo. No more arguments."

Tina curls up against my side and mumbles something about being cold.

I pull out my spare blanket from under my bed and drape it over us both.

We lie there in silence, the warmth between us a quiet promise of peace.

In the dim light of my bedside lamp, I can feel Tina's body heat radiating against my side.

Her breathing slows as she drifts closer to sleep, but I remain wide awake, hyper-aware of every small movement.

The familiar scent of my jasmine shampoo in her hair brings back memories of our past conflicts.

Tina shifts slightly, mumbling something about being cold, and instinctively presses closer.

My heart skips a beat as I realize how natural this feels - her presence, her vulnerability, the way she trusts me despite our constant bickering.

I watch her peaceful face, noticing the faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

"Chanel," Tina whispers, her voice barely audible, "do you ever think about what it would be like if we weren't roommates?"

I hesitate, unsure of where this is going, before replying softly, "Sometimes, but I can't imagine not having you around."

Tina sighs, a mixture of relief and something else in her voice, "Good, because I don't think I'd survive without you."

My fingers idly trace patterns on Tina's arm, feeling a strange comfort in her closeness.

The dim light casts soft shadows across her face, accentuating the subtle curve of her lips and the gentle slope of her nose.

I can't help but notice the way her breathing has slowed but hasn't quite fallen into sleep.

As she shifts closer, pressing her back firmly against my chest, an unfamiliar tension builds between us.

It's a mix of the familiar scent of jasmine and the warmth of her body, something I've never felt before.

My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythmic echo of uncertainty.

Tina tilts her head slightly, exposing the soft curve of her neck to me.

For a moment, I hesitate, unsure what to do with this sudden intimacy.

"Chanel," Tina murmurs, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room, "do you ever wonder why we fight so much?"

I pause, considering her question, then reply, "Maybe because we're both scared of what it means to really need each other."

Tina nods slowly, her fingers brushing against mine as she admits, "I think I'm more afraid of losing you than any argument we could ever have."